After the dinner party, Xia Jin childishly wanted to take a photo of the shadow on the ground.
After returning, he put Cheng Hanwen's shadow on it.
Although the technology is not very good.
[Will we always be good friends?]
Xia Jin suddenly sent a message to An Wen.
[meeting]
After a long time, Xia Jin replied the message.
[If you get married, I will be the best man, make an appointment in advance]
[An Wen: OK]
[Xia Jin: My handsomeness will steal all the limelight]
[An Wen: Then please act ugly]
[Xia Jin: Even if I don't wear makeup, I am the focus of the audience]
[Xia Jin: Your father is still your father jpg]
An Wen didn't reply to him anymore, and if she replied to him again, he would be inflated.
It was already dark at night, leaning on the back of the chair, An Wen turned her head to look at Chu Qichen who was driving.
"Xia Jin?" Chu Qichen asked casually.
"Um."
"What are you talking about? You have such a rich facial expression?" Chu Qichen asked.
"Is the facial expression rich?" An Wen was stunned for a while, remembering the chat records, few people in the chat with Xia Jin could manage the facial expressions well.
There are very few people who can chat with him without being angry with him.
"He told me to make an appointment for the best man in advance." An Wen said with a smile.
Surprise flashed in Chu Qichen's eyes, and he said, "If he is willing, I have no objection."
"Your tone is not good. Could it be that you are jealous?" An Wen asked with a smile.
"Well, I'm jealous." Chu Qichen admitted.
An Wen was startled, and said, "I'm just joking."
"I know." Chu Qichen reached out to grab her hand, and stopped talking.
Xia Jin is a very good brother, he understands.
"Are you full?" Chu Qichen asked.
"Half full, save your stomach to eat the dishes cooked by auntie."
The Chu family, the kitchen is in chaos.
"I'm back, I'm back! We're on our way!" Chu Ma was running around the kitchen anxiously.
Father Chu watched the soup while cooking, and he had to keep his wife steady while he was busy.
"You take out the soup, this dish will be ready soon."
"Okay, husband, you must hurry up!" Mother Chu urged.
Grandpa Chu was lying on the sofa playing chess with his mobile phone, very leisurely, when he heard Chu Mama's anxious voice, he raised his eyes and glanced at her.
Keep playing chess.
Without this golden steel drill, I have to do porcelain work, and turn my home into a battlefield for Wenwen's daily boast.
Women are terribly hypocritical.
An Wen's food was still not ready by then, so Mama Chu walked around the kitchen wearing an apron.
"Honey, come fry, the seasonings are all ready." Chu's father called Chu's mother over.
The next step is just to stir the seasoning and you're good to go.
"Okay." At this step, Chu's mother thought she could do it.
As a result, because I was too nervous, I shoveled down half of the vegetables and flew out.
Father Chu was in a mess.
Chu's mother was so anxious that she almost burst into tears, and shouted: "Husband... what should I do?"
"I'll do it." Father Chu sighed and took over.
It's not a problem to do this every day. Going into the kitchen every day is like being a thief.
He must have a good talk with his son.
After all the dishes were served, An Wen sat next to Chu's mother and praised the dishes as usual, making Chu's mother burst into joy.
Father Chu sighed the whole time.
Grandpa Chu shook his head again and again, when will he end his miserable life of secretly ordering takeout every day.
"Auntie, what's wrong with your hand?" An Wen asked when she saw a red mark on Chu's mother's hand.
"It was hot when serving the soup, it's no big deal." Mother Chu said.
As soon as she said this, Father Chu's face changed drastically, and he grabbed her hand to check.