A group of people stood at the entrance of a private house, and although Zhuge Zhi had previously ntioned it wouldn’t be as lively as a restaurant,
this seed too quiet. Gong Ruini had seen private restaurants before, and despite their understated nature, they at least had so decorations at the entrance.
But this one was different; without soone guiding them, who would notice it’s a private restaurant? It really didn’t advertise itself well.
Or perhaps the chef here is not just any ordinary one—guests might flock on their own, so it doesn’t need to bother with such things.
"This place..." Wan Qiweng tightly held Wan Yihui’s hand.
"It’s Old Xu’s place." Wan Dajun reminisced, "Didn’t he say he wouldn’t open it anymore?"
"But he can’t remain closed; there are many places in need of money at ho, and he’s a man of pride." Zhuge Zhi learned this by chance, and since he knew, he naturally wanted to support him.
Moreover, the food here is truly delicious. Zhuge Zhi wanted to satisfy his craving and support a good friend.
"It really is Grandpa Xu’s place." Wan Qiweng had a look of nostalgia, "It’s been so many years since I’ve tasted his cooking."
"Yes, indeed." Wan Dajun was evidently nostalgic as well.
Seeing the expressions of the Wan family’s grandfather and granddaughter, Gong Ruini was filled with anticipation for today’s al. If both of them praise the taste, it must be truly delicious.
"Looks like we’re going to eat a lot today." Zhao Guangran was determined to sharpen his appetite, "Do we have any limits today?"
Though every ti they went out to eat, there was usually a limit, Zhao Guangran was concerned about this.
"No limits." Rarely getting to taste the long-lost delicious food, Zhuge Zhi wouldn’t let himself return with regret.
"This al is on , to celebrate Xuran and Rui Wen’s admission to Jing University." Zhuge Zhi found an excuse for today’s treat.
"No, no."
"Uncle Zhuge, you’ve already given them both gifts." Zhao Gang and Gong Tao didn’t feel right letting Zhuge Zhi treat them.
Upon receiving the exam results, Zhuge Zhi had imdiately given a thick gift of two renowned paintings as a gift.
"That was the gift for the kids. Getting into college isn’t easy; this ti I’m treating everyone to a gathering." Though there were many things to give, most were ant for Zhuge Zisu; the rest of the kids deserved so too, and it’s better to hand out so now.
"Really, it’s embarrassing." Gong Tao felt awkward, now that the economy had gotten better, and life was stable; many wealthy people started collecting these items.
Ancient paintings, books, and artworks began appreciating rapidly in value. Gong Tao and Zhao Gang didn’t regret hearing Zhuge Zhi casually ntioning it initially—but with limited funds, they had to invest them in their businesses.
"Things are worthless if they aren’t sold, but I hope you don’t sell them; too many treasures have gone overseas." Many national treasures had gone abroad, and Zhuge Zhi never thought his efforts alone could retrieve them slowly.
Zhuge Zhi hoped to keep his collection within the country forever, never flowing out.
"Won’t sell them." Zhao Xuran assured he would never do such a thing, "Grandpa Zhuge, have you considered starting a private museum?"
Private museum? Zhuge Zhi shook his head, "I never considered it."
"Thieves are rampant these days, and so external factors are beyond our control." Zhuge Zhi, having lived this long, had seen it all.
"By keeping things hidden, you prevent others from knowing your treasures." Zhuge Zhi wanted to exchange collections with fellow enthusiasts, but he didn’t dare.
He feared revealing these items publicly would invite all sorts of people, with these objects potentially being borrowed under various pretexts.
"Unless you have the power to safeguard them, it’s better to enjoy them privately." So might donate things, but Zhuge Zhi had never considered it.
Gaining a good reputation from donations—what’s the point? Once it’s gone you can’t even browse it occasionally.
One must admit elders have wisdom, and Gong Ruini chuckled quietly. A good reputation from donations ans nothing if it hasn’t been passed down as a family heirloom, but unworthy descendants selling it off would be equally regrettable.
Zhao Guangran listened to the adults chatting relentlessly and found it quite tedious—all about gifts, antiques, and calligraphy—was this really interesting?
Zhao Guangran found it mind-numbingly boring but couldn’t interrupt; he intended to chat with Cao Na but discovered she was deep in conversation with Ni Zi.
"Brother, I’m getting hungry." Zhao Guangran whispered.
"You can tell Mom and Dad." Zhao Xuran was quite busy, chatting with several brothers.
Zhao Xuran had been swamped lately, eting people every day; even at ho, he was analyzing various materials, only encountering the family during als for brief chats.
Finally, having a chance to chat leisurely with Ban Xia, finding out about their updates.
Sigh, every one of them was busy; Zhao Guangran felt very bored, quietly playing the part of a background character.
"Guang Ran, they think your boxing is impressive." Gong Ruini rembered an incident Zhao Guangran had ntioned before while she was too busy to pay much attention.
Ah, finally soone paid attention to him; Zhao Guangran was thrilled but felt slight discontent with the topic. "I’ve ntioned before; why didn’t you notice?"
"They think my boxing moves are quite dashing." Zhao Guangran tried to embellish his image, partly to impress Cao Na.
"They even said they wanted to learn from ." Of course, Zhao Guangran was excited—it was the children from the compound, "They’ve learned similar boxing styles but couldn’t match my skills."
Seizing the mont, Zhao Guangran kept talking to Gong Ruini about the challenges in winning over these juniors.
"They are quite proud; when I demonstrated my boxing moves, they were stunned into silence, later begging to be my students." Zhao Guangran bragged endlessly.
Though Zhao Xuran was chatting with Ban Xia, he overheard Zhao Guangran boasting.
He wasn’t inclined to respond to Zhao Guangran’s boasting, but beside him was a very honest and straightforward child.
"Brother Guangran, you’re making it up." Wan Yihui was displeased, "They didn’t beg you to be their teacher."
"They said they would go back, keep training, and defeat you."
"I told them, Brother Guangran your boxing is learned from my dad, and my dad is way better."
No matter how much Wan Yihui admired Zhao Xuran normally, he would undoubtedly side with Cai Ming in crucial monts, working hard to boost his father’s image.
As for Zhao Guangran, boasting so vigorously, his expression at this mont was none of Wan Yihui’s concern.
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