Han Cang looked at Qin Xi happily and teased Mu Tianzheng, "Old Mu, is this the precious granddaughter you talk about every day? How many good deeds have you done in your life to be so lucky?"
"You must be Grandpa Han!"
Qin Xi held Han Shi's hand and walked up to him. "I always heard Grandpa mention you. I didn't know you were coming today and didn't prepare any gifts. How about this? I heard from Grandpa that you like immortal tea. I still have two jars here. Take them!"
"Really? Hahahaha, that's great. Your grandpa has become stingy as he gets old. He doesn't even take out good stuff to treat his guests."
Han Cang beamed with joy. Then, he did not forget to mock Mu Tianzheng. "Look at you, you're getting worse and worse. You're worse than a child. Hmph!"
"Cut it out. You speak as if I've never given you anything."