Anti-wear empress slaps face online

Chapter 64
Tan Shi was unsmiling, and looked three points colder than Qin Yanzhi, not Qin Yanzhi's stern and playful coldness, but rather a coldness that didn't care about anything.

"This is a gift for you." Tan Shi walked out from behind Qin Yueyan, and handed the cardboard box in his hand to Qiao Yiyao.

Qiao Yiyao glanced at the large cardboard box and was stunned.

It stands to reason that the owner should accept the gift immediately to show respect, but at this moment...she didn't bring a maid and didn't want to pick it up with her own hands, and the two of them immediately froze in place facing each other.

Qin Yueyan blinked, and hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Tan Shi's arm away to break the embarrassment.

"What did you send?"

"Coffee machine." Tan Shi said concisely.

He didn't continue to look at Qiao Yiyao after answering, he turned around holding the cardboard box and went to the open bar in the living room, took out a lot of parts and started assembling.

Qiao Yiyao sat next to each other on the sofa, watching Tan Shi's busy figure, and took a sip of the tea made by the servant.

She doesn't like the gift from Tan Shi. She doesn't like to drink coffee full of bitterness, so she probably won't use it even if it's packed.

Qin Yueyan squinted her eyes and smiled, leaned to the old lady's arm and asked sweetly: "Mom, do you have any presents?"

"Of course." The old lady swept away the unhappiness just now, and gave Mrs. Zhang a look.

Mrs. Zhang took out an exquisite and elegant dark blue suede gift box from her satchel, and the old lady took it and put it in Qiao Yiyao's hands solemnly and solemnly.

Looking at the appearance, those who didn't know thought it was handing over family treasures, Qin Yueyan covered her mouth and smiled lightly.

The old lady turned her head and glared at her.

Qin Yueyan immediately bit her lip and lowered her head to hold back.

Compared with the old lady's expression, Qiao Yiyao looked relaxed and casual.

She used to be the most noble empress dowager in a powerful country, and she had never seen any kind of rare jewelry.

After receiving the gift from the old lady, Qiao Yiyao politely raised a graceful smile, nodded in thanks, and then tore off the silk rope that tied the velvet box.

Qiao Yiyao lifted the lid of the box and raised her eyebrows slightly.

The old lady gave a complete set of Diancuitou noodles, which were very precious in the past, and even more so in modern times.

Since ancient times, it has been used by emperors and noble empresses and concubines. She only got one set when she became the queen mother, but she never thought that... now she can get another set.

"Do you like it?" asked the old lady.

Qiao Yiyao paused while stroking the hands on her head, then retracted her mind and nodded to the old lady with a smile, "I like it very much and it is very precious, thank you."

The old lady smiled without saying a word.

She felt that Qiao Yiyao was different, no matter how precious her craftsmanship was, she was worthy and worthy of it.

Qin Yueyan studied clothing, and learned about some jewelry for matching.

Knowing that the old lady likes to collect jewelry and embroidery the most, I thought that the old lady would give one of them, but I didn't expect to give her the one that she hid the most.

Qin Yueyan was a little taken aback.

This set of Dian Cui Tou Noodles is the treasure of the old lady. She was lucky enough to see it once when she was a child, but she never thought that she would give it to the goddess directly...

But the Goddess seemed to know the preciousness of it, so she took it with a calm face without any surprise or excitement, as if the old lady gave it some ordinary jewelry.

Qin Yueyan couldn't help being startled, she opened her mouth but couldn't say a word.

The goddess seems to be refreshing her perception of her all the time.

"Little Qiao," the old lady squinted her eyes and smiled kindly, "Can you tell me, which master did you learn your embroidery skills from?"

Qiao Yiyao lowered her head, with a not-so-salty smile on her face, she slowly closed the dark blue velvet box and put it on the sofa cabinet beside her.

She was born as a princess, and the moment she was able to pinch a needle, a nanny came to teach her female redness. After more than ten years of learning, there were so many nanny that she changed, so it was difficult to tell her name.

　Supplement three
　　
　
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