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231: Make your granddaughter happy

Hearing this, Mr. Fu just snorted coldly. He squeezed the grapes in his hand even tighter, "Don't you understand? If you don't understand, you can't eat it."

The old voice sounded extremely ruthless, and he didn't feel any mercy towards the whining little fox.

All the cute cubs are useless to Mr. Fu. He has a hard heart, except Qingqing.

The greedy little guy stared at the grape and swallowed his saliva. He was also a smart one. After struggling for a while and failing to get the grape, he gradually calmed down.

Seeing this, Mr. Fu nodded with satisfaction.

"Where are the claws? They haven't been put away yet."

The little fox tilted its head and looked at him blankly, obviously not understanding.

Mr. Fu reached out his hand, pinched its front paw, and taught, "Here, put it away."

After saying this, the little guy tentatively retracted his claws. Combined with his white fur, he looked so innocent.

"He has a decent IQ and is quite spiritual," the old man commented without reservation.

He stuffed the grapes he had picked into the little fox's mouth, and while it was eating the grapes contentedly, he lifted the back of its neck and spun the little fellow around.

The pair of hands, as old as tree bark, touched the fox's body with experience, and finally checked whether it was male or female.

The old man's eyes showed satisfaction, and a hint of kindness inadvertently revealed in his majestic demeanor.

"It's a male, and he looks pretty good. I'll take him home and give it to my daughter Qing as a toy to entertain her." It just so happened that his good granddaughter was unhappy with going to school every day recently.

After eating the grapes, the little guy licked the juice on his paws, not knowing that his happy life was about to begin.

It looked at him in a daze, and after it finished eating, it looked at Mr. Fu, as if it knew that this man could give him grapes. It stared at him eagerly, and finally hummed and acted cute in his hands.

This child seems to have a good temper, and is a little thing who likes to act like a spoiled child.

Old Master Fu pointed at it with one finger, not caring whether it could understand or not, and said seriously, "It's no use acting like a spoiled child with me. You have to go back and act like a spoiled child with my granddaughter. Do you hear me?"

The little fox looked confused again.

"If you can cheer her up, you can have as many grapes as you want. If you can't, just go wander around outside."

After saying this ruthlessly, the old man turned around and waved to a man in his entourage.

When the man came over, he threw the little fox in his hand over.

"Take it to a bath and get rid of the insects, and have its claws trimmed."

After thinking for a moment, the old man added meticulously, "Trim its fur to make it look nicer, make it smell better, then find a pink bow to tie around its neck and put it in a pink cage. Remember to use pink, a low-saturation light pink. Send it to the Xiao family and tell them it was my order."

After throwing the fox over, he took out his cell phone from his pocket and called Xiao Su on the spot.

He estimated that he would be going home late today and was afraid that someone would stop him on the way, so he said to the person on the other end of the phone: "I got a little gadget for Qing girl to entertain her. I'll send it to you later. Tell the people down there to pay attention."

After hanging up the phone, he waved to the man holding the fox and said, "Okay, go ahead."

The employees and managers standing by were stunned.

Now that I'm admitted, I'm going to live a life of luxury with the young lady?

Damn, this little fox is so lucky, I’m so envious.

The person in charge looked away and saw five employees who had the same envious look on their faces as him, and he wanted to hit them again.

You five play games here every day, what's there to envy?

After Master Fu finished dealing with the fox, he looked up at the grape racks, his tone inevitably filled with surprise, "So many are ripe."

The last time I came here, they were still green, I never thought they would grow so fast.

He asked for a basket and stood under it as if he was planning some major project.

"I'll pick this bunch and use it to make wine. Then I'll send this bunch to the Xiao family. I'll keep these for use."

He picked only ripe grapes, but unfortunately, many of them were only one or two ripe in a bunch, so they were difficult to pick and he had to wait a little longer.

A total of four bunches were picked, one was sent to his home, one was sent to the Xiao family, and one was used to make wine. The remaining one is still in the hands of Mr. Fu.

Looking at the fruit basket that the employee had packed and handed to him, he rubbed the handle of the basket in his hand thoughtfully.

Or make a grape cake for the little one?

I remember she liked sweets very much.

He had been restricted too much by the photo incident last time. Although the old man looked calm on the surface, he was actually very anxious inside.

I've been so anxious and irritated these past two days that I haven't been able to sleep well.

So now he is trying every possible way to think of how to win back Qingqing's heart.

Giving a little fox and a small cake as a gift will surely confuse the little girl.

When Mr. Fu thought of the little girl coming home from school and happily jumping and calling him grandpa, he couldn't help but smile.

Okay! Just take some and make a little cake!

He hurried away carrying the grapes and went to find Jiuweizhai, a time-honored pastry shop in Beijing.

This shop used to make Chinese pastries. It was very famous since the Republic of China period and has been open until now.

The grapes grown by Qingqing are of such top-notch quality that we must find equally top-notch craftsmen, otherwise it would be a waste.

By using facial recognition, Mr. Fu successfully met the owner of the pastry shop.

The two men were old acquaintances. When the owner of Jiuweizhai heard that he was coming, he put down his work and hurried to the reception room.

The other person was also an old man of the same age, with a head full of white hair. He was supported by his son when he came in.

When he saw Mr. Fu, he was a little hesitant to recognize him.

"Mr., Mr. Fu? Is that you?" The old man's voice was full of surprise.

The last time the two met was three months ago, which was relatively recent, but in just these three short months, Mr. Fu had changed so much that he couldn't recognize him.

Mr. Fu put down his grapes and smiled, "Why don't you recognize me?"

Old Qian approached, walked around him, and looked at him with a look of surprise and uncertainty.

"What's wrong with you? Did you go get that beauty injection?" He knew about that thing. His daughter-in-law liked it very much. She felt several years younger every time she came back from the injection.

Qian, who is a bit conservative in his thinking, didn't quite understand it and always felt that it was a bad thing.

That's why he thought that Mr. Fu also went to fight, otherwise it would be difficult to explain his current changes.

I don't know which word in this sentence made Mr. Fu laugh. After laughing, he couldn't help but feel a little proud. He said with a proud face, "I never do that kind of thing. It's a mess."

"So you've...rejuvenated?"

The two old men sat down, and Mr. Qian's son sat down below to make tea.

The old man, who was unaware of the situation, could no longer suppress his inner doubts. He stared at the face, which had changed drastically, again and again, with doubts evident in his eyes.

"What's going on? Why do you look so much younger to me?"

You should know that among the old men of the same age, Mr. Fu is in the worst health.

When he was young, he smoked, drank, and overworked. He quit all these things because of his poor health. When we met three months ago, he was still walking with a cane.

As a result, not only did he not bring his crutches today, he also looked energetic and didn't look like he was sick at all.

Looking at the tea handed to him, Mr. Fu picked it up, took a sip, smiled and said nothing.

"I have a little granddaughter at home. I feel happy when I see her. I guess it's because I'm in a good mood." That's all he could say.