Doomsday Sanctuary

Di Ping recognized this old man as his old uncle. He didn't dare to neglect. This was the first time he admired a person from the bottom of his heart. The old man's vigor and strength alone made people admire him. With an unpredictable feeling, his eyes seemed to penetrate people's hearts, making him cautiously not daring to go beyond, so he hurried forward and bowed deeply and said, "Junior Di Ping has seen his old uncle!"

"Haha! Little friend Di don't need to be polite, please feel free, don't be too restrictive to the old man!"

The old man greeted Di Ping with a lightly twisted beard and smiled casually. He seemed very kind. He didn't seem to treat Di Ping as an outsider. This made Di Ping very comfortable, and he would not feel negligent because the old man did not stand up. This old generation really stood up to greet him, so he must dare to bear it?

"Hello Mr. Di, old man Shi Suli!"

At this time, among the three people standing on the left, an old man with a white head and a gentle face smiled and introduced himself and stretched out his palm.

"How dare you, the younger Di Ping has seen San Shu Gong! Just call me Xiao Di"

Di Ping dared to be big, and hurried forward to hold the old man's outstretched palm with both hands, and regarded himself as a junior. Luo Hongyuan called the man's third uncle, and his own uncle called the third uncle, too. The old man's palm was broad and full of calluses, very powerful. , It’s not like the strength that people in their 60s and 70s should have,

"Haha! Good! Then I'm welcome, my second brother, Shi Suzheng!"

Shi Suli was satisfied with Di Ping's actions, smiled and took his hand, introducing him to the old man who was staring at him like a cockfight.

"Hello Second Uncle!"

Di Ping was unhappy, and he did a little too much earlier, so he respectfully shouted second uncle.

"Humph!"

The old man didn't answer, but he gave a cold snort with expressionless expression.

Di Ping looked a little awkwardly holding his fist and froze there. He didn't expect that this old man was so shameless, he was a hot face and cold ass.

"Ahem! Xiao Di, this is my fifth brother Shi Suan"

Shi Suli also didn't expect that the second brother would be so gloomy, afraid of being cold, and quickly introduced another old man with a dry cough.

"Hello, Uncle Wu!"

Di Ping was relieved from the embarrassment and greeted the old man with a smile.

"Little friend is polite, please sit down!"

The old man has a heavy face, thick eyebrows and phoenix eyes, white hair and short beard. He is very self-assured, but at this moment, the old man has a gentle smile on his face, and he even stepped forward and shook hands with Di Ping, asking Di Ping to sit down.

Everyone sat down again, and a woman of about 40 years old walked out of the cubicle, with beautiful eyes, smiling at the corners of her eyes, and meticulously combed hair. She wore a blue and white slanted jacket with a blue and white bottom and a wide black underneath. Leg velvet trousers, holding a tea tray in his hand, four celadon tea cups in the tea tray, walking lightly in front of Di Ping, bending the legs sideways on the coffee table, and then squeezing the saucer with the left hand and the bottom of the right hand. A teacup was gently placed on the tea table on Di Ping's right hand, and then owed a blessing.

Di Ping hurriedly got up and fists with both hands, just about to thank, the woman nodded and smiled slightly, turned around holding the tea tray and served a cup of tea to the old uncle sitting in the main seat, and then served tea to the three of them one by one, and then Yingyingxiang Everyone fluttered and returned to the compartment with a bow, and as for Shi Xingtie, he could only watch.

At this time, Di Ping was amazed. He has never eaten pork but no one has seen a pig run. This woman's simple tea service is completely old and ancient. It is meticulous and completely big family style sitting style. This is not good. The inherited big family cannot cultivate such servants.