In any case, Hua Qing came to see Liu Zhenying specially. Even if Qu Xiaojue was present, he was afraid that someone would make irresponsible remarks if word got out.

But it's different with Liao Qingqing.

As for Shen Chao, he met him by chance when he was going out. As soon as he heard that he was looking for Liu Zhenying, he shouted to follow him.

There were a lot of people, so they found a tea restaurant to sit down.

Hua Qing then pushed the invitation to Liu Zhenying and smiled warmly: "Miss Liu, my grandfather celebrates his birthday next week. If nothing happens then, you can come and play with Xiao Jue."

Now any banquet is equated with free food and drink in Liu Zhenying's heart, so she is naturally willing.

She happily accepted it and raised a bright smile: "Okay, what does Mr. Hua like? I'll prepare a birthday gift for him."

Hua Qing had never thought about this. He thought about it for two seconds and said, "Grandpa has always liked calligraphy and painting. For example, Miss Liu's good calligraphy last time was treasured by grandpa."

Calligraphy and painting.

This is simple.

Liu Zhenying swung his legs, finished the last bit of ice cream, wiped his hands, and said casually: "Does Mr. Hua like Mumao's 100-year-old picture? Can I give him one as a birthday gift?"

This time, Hua Qing was a little shocked: "Miss Liu can get Mumao's calligraphy and painting? He is a famous Chinese painting artist in China, and his calligraphy skills are even more outstanding. All his works have been collected by major collectors.

It’s almost impossible to find it on the market.”

For example, in his grandfather's hands, there was a picture of Mumao's mountain and river scenery, with Mumao's handwritten inscriptions next to it. It was auctioned by his grandfather at a cost of tens of millions.

It's a pity that every time he appears, he always wears a Tang suit, with his hair tied up, and his face covered with iron, so no one knows his true face.

But the more this happened, the more curious everyone became.

Of course, there are rumors in the market that Mumao's face was ruined since he was a child, so he practiced Chinese painting with great pains and became a master of Chinese painting.

But before Liu Zhenying could respond, Shen Chao bumped Hua Qing's arm with his elbow, looking as if it was natural: "Don't forget, the master's other identity is Master Zhiqin, although he is not the same as Mumao.

Field, but characters at their level must know each other, is it not a simple matter to have two or three pairs of Mumao calligraphy and painting in your hand? "

This explanation makes sense.

Although Hua Qing felt a little strange, he didn't care: "That would cost Miss Liu too much."

While the two of them were talking, Liu Zhenying was reading the menu. When he heard that he was called, he was stunned for a moment, with a confused face: "What's the expense?"

"Master Mumao's Hundred Years Life Chart cost Miss Liu a lot of money."

"It's okay, it doesn't cost anything."

It’s not much money anyway.

It’s just the price of a piece of rice paper.

Liu Zhenying waved his hands, then raised his chin and looked at Qu Xiaojue eagerly, his voice soft and soft: "I want to eat rice rolls and glutinous rice chicken, they sound very delicious."

This is a Cantonese refreshment shop, not particularly authentic.

Looking at her beautiful palm-sized face, Qu Xiaojue reached out and rubbed her cheek: "Okay, how about another drink?"

"OK."

Liu Zhenying became more and more shining, and all she reflected was the reflection of Qu Xiaojue, like a crescent moon.

While Qu Xiaojue was ordering food, Liao Qingqing stood up and waved to Liu Zhenying: "I want to go to the bathroom, will you go with me?"

Hearing this, Liu Zhenying turned his face slightly, looked at her with an almost serious look, and asked: "Why?"

Liao Qingqing was startled when asked by Liu Zhenying.

When girls ask each other to go to the bathroom, isn't it a symbol of friendship?
Chapter completed!