Although Yun Qiao had promised Master Gong to write two more calligraphy and paintings for him, under Gong Sheng’s insistence, in order to protect his little woman’s delicate and noble hands, she was only allowed to write one calligraphy for master gong.
Even so, after she finished writing, Gong Sheng held Yun Qiao’s little hand and massaged her for a long time.
Even after the banquet started, he was the one who picked up every dish for her to eat.
He didn’t even allow her to lift her chopsticks, saying that he was afraid that her wrist would get tired.
Of course, he resolutely rejected all the toasts from his relatives. “My Xiao Qiao doesn’t drink, thank you.”
All the relatives wanted to cry and laugh at the same time, but they were mostly envious and jealous!
Master Gong was so engrossed in reading the calligraphy that Xiao Qiao gave him that he didn’t even care if something weird happened at the dinner table.
They had their fill of wine and food.
