Uncle Hu looked respectful, "That realm is not something that ordinary people can guess. There are even fewer people who know his existence now. If it weren't for a coincidence, I wouldn't know about this person's existence at all."

After sighing in a low voice, Uncle Hu looked at Zhao Mu with a kind face, "Boy, you are very good. You deserve this girl Lingling. That disciple taught by him must be not bad. When will you get married?"

"Uncle Tiger..."

Zhang Ling beside him said coquettishly and his face turned slightly red.

"Hahaha……"

Uncle Hu laughed and said, "Lingling, are you still shy? Let me tell you that you are a treasure now. You have to hurry up. It is the right thing to tie him up when you get married earlier, otherwise you will cry if you will be snatched away."

"Uncle Tiger..."

Zhang Ling stretched out his voice and said coquettishly, glanced at the parents beside him with a shy look, "I can't get married, no one wants it."

Uncle Hu laughed and said, "Lingling, this is different. This kid is not an ordinary person. You have to hurry up."

"Okay, Hu Zi, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Ling's father couldn't help but interrupt Uncle Hu helplessly, and let the guy who didn't speak stubbornly continue to speak. I don't know what this guy would say. His precious daughter is also the daughter of the Zhang family after all, and what he said seems to be worthless.

"Okay, brother, I won't say it anymore, okay."

Uncle Hu stopped the topic, looked at the four people in the yard with different expressions, touched the short hair like a steel needle on his head, and said, "Brother, I'll go back first, call me if you have any questions."

"wrong."

While speaking, Uncle Hu looked at Zhao Mu and said again: "With this kid here, what can happen if he can't handle it. If he can't handle it, then it's useless to ask me to come."

"Go, go." Zhang Ling's father smiled helplessly and asked Uncle Hu to leave, for fear that this stubborn guy would continue to talk about it.

"Okay, brother, I'm leaving."

Uncle Hu strode towards the gate of the courtyard, and had already reached the door. He suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Zhao Mu, and said to Zhang Ling's father: "Brother, your son-in-law is a treasure, you must hurry up."

"Get out!"

Zhang Ling's father could no longer hold it back and stared at Uncle Hu with a fierce look.

"Okay, I'll go, I'll go." Uncle Hu touched the short hair on his head again and walked away, and looked at Zhao Mu before leaving.

"Uncle, Uncle Hu...?"

Watching Uncle Hu leave, Zhao Mu was full of affection for Uncle Hu whom he met for the first time today.

Not to mention the cold face of this uncle Hu and the bad tone he had been to him before, what he said later was a magical assist to him. Zhang Ling's father was having a headache when he spoke to Uncle Hu without turning around, but at this moment, Zhao Mu liked his personality very much.

"If you don't talk about him, he will find a place to settle himself." Zhang Ling's father said in a bad tone.

"yes."

Zhao Mu had a solemn face and was as kind as a stream of kindness. Although he had a good impression of this uncle, he was his future parents-in-law in front of him at this moment, so there was no need to consider which one was more important.

After looking at Zhao Mu deeply, Zhang Ling's two parents reexamined Zhao Mu, as if they wanted to see Zhao Mu from scratch and get to know Zhao Mu again.

"Dad, mom, let's go into the house first. If you have anything to say when you go home, sit and say it. What's the matter with standing in the yard and talking."

"Okay, go into the house, go into the house." The couple nodded together and walked into the house with a smile.

"Come on, uncle and aunt, you have tea first. Lingling, please accompany uncle and aunt, I'll go cook."

Looking at Zhao Mu with a diligent look, he was a simple young man. He could not see the unrestrained temperament of being a great master in his body. He thought in his heart, and his future mother-in-law smiled at Zhao Mu and said, "Zhao Mu, just sit down and leave the cooking to your aunt."

"Aunt……"

Zhao Mu hesitated for a moment, and his future mother-in-law had already gotten up with a smile, "Zhao Mu, do you look down on your aunt's cooking skills? Come on, Lingling, help me."

"Hail, mom, go, go, I haven't tasted your craft for a long time."

Looking at Zhao Mu's eyes, Zhang's father chuckled and said, "Zhao Mu, you are lucky today. Although your aunt rarely does things, her cooking skills are very good. Although your cooking skills are also very good, her skills are definitely no worse than yours."

"Haha, my aunt's skills must be better than mine, can I compare this?"

Looking at Zhao Mu's smiling look, Zhang's father shook his head, "You boy, you are just too modest. It's really hard to imagine that you are a young man in his twenties."

"I'm used to it, I'm used to it." Zhao Mu smiled.

Looking at Zhao Mu, Zhang's father smiled and said, "Zhao Mu, although your parents are divorced, it is rare that you can still maintain such a personality. Your family is all amazing people."

"Yes, they are all amazing people. Without them, there would be no me who I am today."

When talking about family members, Zhao Mu looked proud. Although his family members are ordinary people, they have given them everything they can give. In Zhao Mu's opinion, they are the greatest and have nothing to do with any factors such as wealth and ability.

Looking at the expression on Zhao Mu's face, Zhang Ling's father showed admiration. He had great skills but was not arrogant. He knew how to keep a low profile at a young age and did not forget his roots. Such a personality is really rare.

Turning his head and looking at it, Zhang's father got up and walked towards the wall on one side, with several calligraphy and paintings hanging on it.

The styles of several calligraphy and paintings are different. Some are like silver hooks and iron paintings, with a grand momentum, while others are like trickles of water, with a long history.

Seeing that several calligraphy and paintings were not signed, Zhang Ling's father looked puzzled, "Whose work is this?"

Zhao Mu smiled embarrassedly, "Uncle laughed. This is what I wrote when I was free. Lingling thought it looked good and had to hang it on the wall, so she had to listen to her hanging it on the wall."

"Well, I remember your master is Mr. Wang Bo, the two masters of calligraphy and painting."

"Yes, thanks to the teachings of the master and the master, otherwise I wouldn't know anything about these things."

After looking at Zhao Mu, Zhang Ling's father turned around and walked away without commenting, which made Zhao Mu, behind him, feel uneasy. He didn't know if his calligraphy and paintings were hung on the wall, would be considered by Zhang Ling's father to be humble.

Turning around, he saw a square wooden thing similar to a Rubik's Cube. Zhang Ling's father looked at it and recognized the origin of this thing.

"Is this Luban Lock?"

"Well, yes, this was given to me by an old friend of the master."

Sitting down on the sofa in the living room again, Zhang Ling's father looked at Zhao Mu, which made Zhao Mu feel nervous.

"Zhao Mu, when will your family have time? Let's meet."
Chapter completed!