Chapter 400 (1/2)

Pei Yi's anger over returning to the imperial capital without obedience and deliberately changing the registration time for the school exercise disappeared at the moment he saw his grandson.

This is the child he brought up by himself, and he is not willing to be angry for too long.

”Tea? I'll let Xiao Lin soak in a pot. ”

Mr. Pei loves tobacco, wine and tea. He regards these three as the most important of all, and his family is not allowed to touch them.

After he got older, because of his health, Mrs. Pei and his family all hoped that he would not touch cigarettes and wine any more, so he would spend more time drinking tea.

He always keeps the real good tea. He doesn't want to drink it when it's important.

”There was a little red robe last time. Just like this, please try it.” Mr. Pei pinched his finger and made a gesture. Pei Yi said:

”isn't there wine hidden in my grandfather's cupboard

Mr. Pei was stunned.

After he was in poor health, he was forbidden to drink at home, but his old habits were hard to change. He took out a small space behind the cabinet in his study and filled it with a bottle of good wine. He would drink a little secretly when there was no one.

Peiyi has been loved by him since he was young. His secret is unknown to his family, but Pei Yi knows it.

When he heard Sun Tzu say he wanted to drink, Mr. Pei looked at him for a long time. His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were firm, and he didn't mean to change his mind. In the past, in his mind, no matter how old he was, he was like the child who had been held in his hand, so he made decisions for him in everything.

Now he wants to drink tea with him, but he offers to drink because he wants to express to himself that he has grown up?

Mr. Pei laughed and turned to get the glass.

He opened a thick, hollowed out dictionary and took out a small box. There were two wine glasses in it. The wine in each glass was about enough for a person to drink two small mouthfuls.

In order to facilitate his hiding, the wine glasses at home are small, small and exquisite, and can be held in the palm of his hand.

Mr. Pei took out the wine glass, washed it in the bathroom, and then dried it with something. After a long hesitation, he rubbed his hands, took all the books off the bookshelf, and finally moved out a wine bottle:

”more than 40 years ago, my grandfather's old friend gave it to me, which I usually couldn't bear to touch, so I didn't give it to anyone.”

The wine bottle was sealed tightly with wax to avoid ”running away”. The bottle was polished. It looked like it had not been opened for so many years.

The appearance of the bottle is not amazing, even looks a little rustic, but you can see that it is old.

Old man Pei was holding the bottle with a sad look: ”grandfather, this old friend, has long been buried in the soil.”

He was ruthless and melted the wax sealed on the bottle. Before he opened the cork, the aroma of the wine floated into Pei Yi's nose.

Mr. Pei looked like he was ten years old. He was holding the bottle, and he was weak:

”this wine bottle was sent by your grandfather Zhang. This person, maybe you don't know. ”