Chapter 173: I suspect that the make-up teacher has an attempt

A very ordinary car, but there is a very special serial number plate on it, and it is still a Beijing license. Is his daughter, a make-up teacher, a bit unusual?
What's more... isn't it the make-up teacher in your hometown? Why are you here again?
Huo Jinyan touched his chin, which was fascinating.
Song Ning turned his head and saw him thinking deeply, and couldn't help but pat his shoulder with his hand, "Old Huo?"
Huo Jinyan returned to his senses, and turned his eyes to the girl's face, wanting to ask about the details of the make-up teacher, but he was afraid that she would be suspicious.
Immediately, he just changed his words and said: "You. Mom is right, you must solemnly ask your make-up teacher to have a meal another day."
Huo Yao raised his hand and waved, making a perfunctory ‘um’, and then walked into the community with fruits.
Soon, the three of them went upstairs one after another.
After entering the house, Huo Yao handed the box of tea leaves that Min Yu had given to his father, "This is for you."
The tea leaves were delicately packaged in paper bags. Huo Jinyan took it and took it out of it while asking, "What is this?"
"Tea." Huo Yao replied and went to the refrigerator again, putting the fruits in one by one.
Huo Jinyan remembered that his daughter had asked him two days ago if he wanted a big red robe, his eyebrows were raised high, his face bloomed with a smile, and the packaging was completely opened, "Oh, my girl is filial, so I bought it again... …"
Before he finished speaking the word tea, his voice felt like he had been pressed the pause button in the next moment.
Huo Jinyan is a good tea drinker and loves to treasure tea, so he can tell at a glance that the tea in his hand belongs to the treasure collection.
The specially sealed outer box alone is very valuable, not to mention the yellowed old mark on the box, which shows how rare the tea inside is.
Huo Jinyan swallowed, and suddenly did not dare to open the box to look.
Huo Yao walked out of the kitchen and saw the little old man holding the tea box with a weird look on his face. He couldn't help but asked in confusion: "Dad, what's the matter with you?"
Huo Jinyan raised his head to look at his girl, and pointed at the tea box, "This tea..."
"Huh?" Huo Yao approached, focusing on the tea in his hand: "Is there any problem with this tea?"
Huo Jinyan saw his daughter's expression flat, as if tea leaves were a box of ordinary tea. He touched the tip of his nose and asked in a low voice, "Where did you buy this tea?"
"It's not bought, a friend gave it."
Huo Jinyan immediately thought of the owner of the special license plate that sent his daughter back at night, "Is it your make-up teacher?"
"Yeah." Huo Yao didn't conceal it, nodded, and after a pause, she said again: "Last Jing was also given by him last time."
When Huo Jinyan heard this, the whole person was stunned, "No, my daughter, isn't he your previous make-up teacher? How could he give you such an expensive tea?"
It makes sense for students to send tea to the teacher, but the teacher sends tea to the students... it's incredible.
Huo Yan was stunned.
She didn't study tea, and she didn't know the price. When Min Yu asked, she only asked for it because she knew her father loves tea.
After returning to his senses, Huo Yao only said faintly, "I gave him a box of handmade sandalwood. Maybe he thinks it works."
After all, her things are priceless.
When Huo Jinyan heard his daughter's answer, the corners of his lips twitched fiercely. Even the finest sandalwood, I'm afraid it's not as valuable as this box of tea, right?
I always feel that his daughter, the make-up teacher, has an attempt.