บท 1896: Old man mo and aunt Tong

Li Bai said,"in the long term of cohabitation, the two little ones have no qualms." In fact, not only the group of people from master chef Restaurant were waiting for boss Tong to return to Chengdu, but there was also another person who had been waiting for a long time.

It was a tofu shop. Yuan Zhou had been to this shop twice.

"I don't think this dress is mature enough. This one is not good either. It's too flirtatious. Tongtong won't like it."

"The color is not good. It feels sad and not bright enough."

The old man had a head of white hair and a face full of wrinkles. He looked at the pile of clothes on the bed in disdain. As an old man in his 60s, it was rare to see him choose clothes like this.

There were Chinese tunic suits, Tang suits, simple cotton-padded jackets, and thick suits. Anyway, there were probably all kinds of styles from ancient and modern times in China and abroad. As a top fashion designer, his wardrobe had a lot of patterns.