Sierra Moore thought to herself, "In other words, Mr. Shaw is not a young lord of a gang but a righteous and orthodox offspring of a clan of generals?"

A cluster of fireworks exploded in Sierra Moore's mind, and in an instant, numerous brightly colored fireworks were in full bloom.

At this moment, in her eyes, the phrase "rich second generation" was simply too undescriptive!

Sierra Moore thought to herself, "Being a family member of the military seems to feel very good!"

Nathan Shaw looked at her wide-open mouth. She frowned for a while and giggled for a while. Her silly and adorable look made her even more pleasing to the eye, so he decided to impress her more.

His dark eyes glanced at the redwood stairs and he said to her in a bland tone, "George, Steven, and Ryan also live here. The four of us grew up together."

Sierra Moore was speechless.

She thought to herself, "So, these four were all grown up in a revolutionary family?"

"A tyrant, a doctor, a lawyer, and a childish man in red hair."

Sierra Moore took a big sip of tea and felt that it was necessary for her to calm down.

It was no wonder that Nathan Shaw was able to cover the sky with one hand in New York. It turned out that other than having money, he actually had such an influential background.

His grandfather was Samuel Shaw!

He was one of the meritorious founding nobles of the country, a hero who was admired by countless young generations!

Gudong! Gudong!

A cup of tea was quickly finished. Sierra Moore finally couldn't help but secretly look at him, thinking to herself, "It is no wonder that he is so flamboyant outside since he was born into such a family."

"But then again, he seemed to be unhappy when he went home this time. Margaret also advised him not to fight with Old Master. Is there any inside story?"

"Could it be that because of his strict upbringing when he was young, he did not like to go home?"

Just as she imagined the scene of Nathan Shaw being punished to stand in a military position, her head was lightly knocked by someone, and the person beside her reminded her, "Don't make wild guesses if you don't know."

He gave Sierra Moore a fright. She stuck out her tongue and said, "I just don't know, so I have to make wild guesses!"

Not long after, Arthur came down the stairs and walked over to stand in front of Sierra Moore. He respectfully said to her, "Miss Moore, Old Master is waiting for you in the study on the second floor."

This was the rhythm of being received by a revolutionary senior!

Sierra Moore stood up nervously and glanced at Nathan Shaw. However, he also stood up and took her hand. "I will go up with you."

Mr. Shaw's understanding was touching. Sierra Moore heaved a sigh of relief. With him around, there was nothing to worry about.

Unexpectedly, Arthur opened his mouth again and said to Nathan Shaw with an emotionless face, "Old Master said that he only wants to see Miss Moore alone."

Nathan Shaw's face suddenly changed. His eyes were guarded. He pulled Sierra Moore and turned to leave. "Since it is not convenient for grandpa, we will go back first."

Margaret came over from the kitchen and saw Nathan Shaw pulling Sierra Moore out.

Every time the Eldest Young Master came back, he would leave in a hurry. This was not the first time Margaret had seen this. She had thought that this time was different.

"Arthur, what's going on? Why is the Eldest Young Master leaving right after he arrived?"

Sierra Moore was also shocked by his reaction. Her hand was held tightly by him as if he was worried that she would break free at any time. Sierra Moore thought to herself, "Mr. Shaw, can you not be so willful?"

"The Old Master didn't ask to see his grandson but me."

"Although I don't know why his grandfather did this, since I am already with Nathan Shaw, I couldn't always avoid his family."

When she reached the door, Sierra Moore had already made up her mind. She tugged at Nathan Shaw's stubborn arm. "Nathan Shaw, wait a moment. I am wondering why your temper is so bad!"

It took Sierra Moore a lot of effort to pull him back. Yesterday, it was he who said he was coming home with her. Now, it was also he who said he wanted to leave. Sierra Moore thought he was really willful!

"You want to stay?" Nathan Shaw looked at her expressionlessly.

"I will stay, and you will stay too," Sierra Moore nodded.

Sierra Moore thought to herself, "We have been in a car for more than two hours early in the morning to get here, and we're just about to leave after drinking some tea. Its not worth it!"

Looking at Nathan Shaw's face which was about to freeze, Margaret was really worried about Sierra Moore, thinking to herself, "The Eldest Young Master's temper is so bad that even Old Master was helpless. She really dares to provoke him."

Nathan Shaw was quite scary when he put on a straight face, but Sierra Moore had long been used to it. She was immune to it since she had experienced it a lot of times.

Sierra Moore was now much bolder and knew that he would not really do anything to her, so she pulled him back and pressed him down on the sofa.

"Mr. Shaw, calm down."

"Have some tea first. Wait for me here for a while. I'll go see your grandfather," Sierra Moore mimicked him by saying these words, serving him a cup of hot tea.

Margaret thought that Nathan Shaw was about to throw a cup and rise, but unexpectedly, this person was only frowning, and the movements in his hands were hesitant. "You really want to go?"

Sierra Moore nodded. Seeing that he did not object, she patted him on the shoulder as a reward. "Be good!"

Her words successfully made the man smile. The anger he had just now had completely dissipated, but his brows were still tightly knitted. It was obvious that he was still a little worried.

The stubborn old man in his family was probably not that easy to deal with.

Margaret saw that he had been looking at Sierra Moore, so she kindly persuaded him, "Eldest Young Master, don't blame Old Master for being angry with you. Six years ago, Old Master forced you to marry. But you only took the marriage certificate back, and we didn't even see a shadow of your wife."

"It wasn't easy for her to come back, but you didn't bring her back to meet Old Master. If we hadn't seen the newspaper a while ago, would you not have planned to bring her back?"

Nathan Shaw did not speak. His eyes followed Sierra Moore and he watched her go upstairs with Arthur. He put down his teacup and followed her.

At the door of the study on the second floor, Sierra Moore took a deep breath, looked at Arthur, and lightly knocked on the door under his encouraging gaze.

"Come in."

A thick voice came from inside. Sierra Moore felt that her legs were shaking even more, but now that things had reached this stage, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and push the door open.

Arthur did not follow her in but helped her close the door.

Sierra Moore was originally very nervous, but after entering, she was attracted by the furnishings in the study room.

This was just an ordinary study. The layout was still the style of the Republican period. She had only seen it on TV before.

There were many pictures hanging on the wall of the study room. Some were old photos of the war resistance period. After all, Old Master had personally experienced that era. Those memories were even more precious.

Sierra Moore didn't dare to look too much. Her gaze stopped on the person behind the desk. This person had a pair of reading glasses on his nose. He sat on the armchair and lowered his head as if he was reading a book.

She had been here for so long, but Samuel Shaw did not look up at her. Sierra Moore panicked and opened her mouth, but she did not say a word.

He did not raise his head, which made it more convenient for Sierra Moore to look at him with relief. He was dressed in a Tang suit, with a head full of white hair, which made him look dignified.

Even if this person sat there and did not speak, he gave off a majestic feeling. This kind of bearing was not something one could learn.

Before she came, she had been a little worried, but now, as time slowly passed with silence, Sierra Moore calmed down instead. She thought to herself, "No matter how legendary this person is, he is just an old man."

"If grandpa hadn't died, his head should be full of white hair right now, right?"

Thinking about the contributions of these revolutionary seniors to the motherland, Sierra Moore was deeply moved. She bowed respectfully. "Hello, Mr. Shaw. I am Sierra Moore. It is an honor to meet you."

The person behind the desk paused for a moment as if he just realized that someone had come in. He slowly raised his eyes to look at her.

What kind of eyes were those?

It was as if he had experienced the vicissitudes of life, but his eyes were still sharp and steady.

Sierra Moore looked at him in shock and did not feel that there was anything wrong with staring at him.

Even the younger generation would not dare to look directly at such a person, who had led troops to battle, experienced the baptism of life and death, and fought with blood for half a lifetime.

Therefore, Sierra Moore's performance surprised Samuel Shaw.

He took off his reading glasses, got up, and walked around the desk. He walked past Sierra Moore, stopped to look at her, and asked, "Your name is Sierra Moore?"

Samuel Shaw walked over, sat on the rattan wood sofa, and looked at her. "Are you with Nate?"

"Nates," Sierra Moore replied.

Samuel Shaw did not let her sit down, so Sierra Moore had to continue to stand, and her expression was not dissatisfied or impetuous at all. "My family name derives from Gusu, and my given name means foam."

She introduced her name in such a manner, neither arrogant nor impatient.

Samuel Shaw knew more about her in his heart.

He nodded and looked at the tea table in front of him. There was a set of his beloved red stoneware tea set on the table. He was thinking of pouring a cup of tea to drink. When he saw the person still standing in front of him, he thought of something and put down the teapot.

"Can you make tea?" He raised his head and looked at the young girl.

"My grandfather liked to drink tea when he was alive, so I learned a little from him," Sierra Moore nodded.

"Sit down and make tea." Samuel Shaw pointed to the seat opposite him.

Sierra Moore did not argue and sat down obediently.

She rolled up her sleeves a little. In the past, she was used to cleaning her hands before making tea. However, there was no place to wash her hands in this study room. This step was directly skipped.

When she picked up the teapot, the water in the teapot was warm. She thought to herself, "The tea is ready but he does not drink it. It could be seen that the old man wanted to test me."

Sierra Moore smiled. She first poured the old tea into the pot and carefully rinsed it with water. Then she filled it up again and put it on the wine stove to burn it.

The teapot was not big, and the water quickly boiled. She was about to lower the temperature and open the lid of the tea. At this time, water bubbles rushed up one after another. When the water droplets were floating around in the water, it was the most suitable time for making tea.

The first step was to warm the tea set. Sierra Moore washed the teapot with hot water, including the mouth of the teapot and the lid of the teapot. At the same time, she also washed the teacup and then dried the teapot.

The purpose of rinsing the tea set was to increase the temperature of the tea set itself so that the temperature of the tea leaves would be relatively stable after being brewed and the temperature would be prevented from dropping quickly.

Following that was the setting and brewing of tea.

Sierra Moore used a small spoon to scoop up the tea leaves and placed them into the teacup. According to the ratio of the tea and water, she poured the boiling water into the teacup until the cup was filled to 80%.

To make the concentration of tea soup even, Sierra Moore deliberately lifted the teapot and down-dipped it twice.

When the tea was ready, she filtered the tea leaves from the teacup and poured the tea into another pot, then she poured it into the cup.

She lifted the teapot and let the tea rush in along the edge of the teacup. This was to prevent the tea fragrance from volatilizing too quickly.

After she finished all these steps, the last step was to serve and taste tea.

"Mr. Shaw, please have some tea." Sierra Moore carefully picked up the teacup and handed it to Samuel Shaw.