Gifts For Grumpy Old Man の小説・ストーリー

She said gesturing with her hand "Like this?" "A little bit more Ah yes! perfect!" There was a big smile on her face this time. "Now sit like that and don't move." "Make sure to make me look younger," The old man hinted. He straightened his back and raised his chin to look more prideful. "50,000 pounds for editing," She stated playfully and began sketching in the white canvas. "Isn't it supposed to be a birthday gift for me? And you are also going to make me pay for my gift hm?" The old man complained. He knew his grandaughter's playful nature, and she loved pulling his leg.

The man blinked once, then threw his head back in a boisterous laugh, befitting of an old geezer who loves to tell dirty jokes to harass women. And I was about to turn around and walk away when he called my name again, in the tone of a politician, and explained, “I’ve been meaning to give this to my daughter for her wedding, but—well, stubborn ol’ me got in the way. So, here. You can have it.” “But Sir—.” “I insist!” He pushed the box into my hand. “You can’t just give me a gift like this!” I was incredulous. And he gave the innocent head-tilt of puzzlement. “Why not?”

"Mr. Gilbert! happy eightieth birthday, I wish you a longer life through this three hundred year old ginseng! it is said to make your body come back to youth! I bought it for one million!" The audience was shocked! a drink for one million dollars? that's like dumping your wealth! The old man from Tang Family definitely earned Gilbert's points with that most expensive gift he had received this evening, he was very happy but still thinks of the rich scion he met earlier. "Don't he have any gift for me?" The old Gilbert is very hopeful for a more expensive gift from the young man! he tried to find him but with his poor eyesight, he soon forget about it.

The moment he spotted me, he spread his arms brightly. “There he is! My grandson! Where the hell have you been, you spoiled brat? You couldn’t come in the morning to spend time with your old grandpa?” “I was busy.” I said flatly, stepping out of the hug and handed him the neatly wrapped box. “But I’m here now. Happy birthday, Grandpa. This is from both of us.” “Happy birthday, grandpa. May you be blessed with a long and healthy life.” Charlotte said politely as the old man took the gift from my hands.

“You’re the most important guest, little man. Grandpa wouldn’t dream of celebrating without you there.” He beams, his earlier worries forgotten as he bounces with excitement. “Oh, we need to get Grandpa a nice present! I think he’ll like a big book about wolves, or maybe a painting, or… maybe a new fishing rod! Does grandpa like fishing?” He’s already lost in his thoughts, his little voice buzzing with ideas.

Even while addressing Justin, the old woman's voice carried affection. "Oh, Granny! You do know that I brought you the best gift one could ever ask for," Justin remarked with a sinister smile. "You brought me a gift? I can't remember." "Of course, I brought you a gift; I brought you your grandson. I was the gift!" Old Mrs. Hemsworth laughed heartily. "Oh my! You had me there, my child. That was hilarious," she waved her head from side to side.

I smirk, locking eyes with him as I make an exaggerated motion of zipping my lips. His honey-colored gaze flickers with amusement, and he shakes his head. “You’re impossible.” And yet, here he is—completely obsessed. One by one, people present their gifts to Grandpa—rare wines, expensive memorabilia, limited-edition collector’s items. The usual rich-people flex. Then comes Lincoln’s family. His father-in-law and grandmother step forward with a vintage art piece so rare it could probably buy a small country. Grandpa takes it, running his fingers along the frame, eyes sharp with calculation.

"Grandpa, I brought you some gifts. I wasn’t sure what you like, so I bought a few things like food and daily essentials." "This is 50-year-old wild ginseng from Handel Mountain." "This is a sugar-free snack from Sandrigal City." "And this is a fleece vest." Mr. Zorion’s eyes twitched slightly as he glanced at the pile of gifts on the coffee table. There were so many items that it looked more like a mini grocery store. The gifts Mr. Zorion typically received were expensive, like antiques or rare collectibles. He wasn’t used to such practical gifts. But Edward was certainly an interesting character.

my Grandpa said, and I smiled at him. "Thank you, Grandpa, and please don't give me more gifts," I replied. "I am sorry, it is too late for that. I always give you a present on your birthday, and your college graduation only happens once, and I want to enjoy my money while I am still alive," he said, and he handed me a box, and I smiled. At least this time, it is not a car. "I want you to open that gift when you return to Majuscule," my Grandpa added.

A few minutes later, we pulled into the mall’s parking lot. “What do you want to give your grandpa and grandma?” I asked as we got out of the car. “Uhm… something they can remember me by… if I’m away,” he answered seriously. “grandma loves to drink coffee. How about a mug?” He thought for a moment, then nodded. “And… for grandpa, maybe a soft pillow. Something he can put on his back while sitting down.” I chuckled at how he looked while thinking so hard, like a little old businessman.