The dinner that day was weird. Mainly because of Dad Ruan.
For example, when he praised a dish for its delicious taste, he pointed at the dish and said to Twenty-seven, "It tastes very good. Try it."
When he pointed to a certain dish for the third time and was about to speak, Mrs. Ruan couldn't bear it anymore: "Speak humanly!"
Dad Ruan said, "It tastes good. Try it."
"..." Twenty-seven, "Thank you, uncle."
Mother Ruan looked at them both suspiciously.
It's weird. My husband looks at young men very strangely. He always seems to be full of affection but hesitates to speak.
He must be presbyopic, otherwise the girl and the boy wouldn't be able to see. Why didn't they react at all
Mother Ruan was puzzled.
After dinner, we chatted for a while and asked Ruan Qing where he had taken Nana Qi today and where he planned to go tomorrow, and gave some suggestions.
"What can he do no matter how good his kung fu is? What is his way out?"
"But, but," he emphasized repeatedly, "his kung fu is really very high!"
Dad Ruan: "..."
"If you have anything to say, just say it." She said, "If you don't say it, just hold it in. Don't disturb my sleep. If you talk again after I turn off the lights and disturb my sleep, go and sleep in the guest room."
Mother Ruan turned over directly.
Dad Ruan used a surprised tone in an attempt to lighten the mood: "Do you know how good his kung fu is?"
"Last year, we also funded the city's martial arts games, and you also had close contact with those athletes. What did you say to me when you came back?"
Poke, poke, poke.
Father Ruan poked her shoulder: "I said, hey, hey, can you correct your attitude? I'm talking about my daughter's boyfriend. What kind of attitude do you have." She was too cold and had no desire to perform.
A man is a boy until he dies, which sounds very romantic, but when it comes to marriage, it makes people have high blood pressure.
Ruan's mother didn't get impatient with him, and just asked calmly: "Okay, his kung fu is very good. Then tell me, how can he realize such high kung fu?" Ruan's father said: "..."
Father Ruan was so angry that he poked his fingers in the air: "You didn't understand the information I told you at all."
"I'm looking for a son-in-law, not a security guard," she said.
At this age, it is really easy for old ladies to annoy old men. Because the old man is at this age, his children are adults, his job is retired, and his life is stable, he is particularly prone to mischief.
Mother Ruan rolled up the quilt to the end of the bed: "Yeah."
Father Ruan drew a circle in the air with his hand: "I'm telling you, it's as high as you can imagine!"
The old man was so stunned that he couldn't say anything else except "high".
"Am I stupid? I can't understand you when you speak human language?" Mother Ruan was surprised.
After he finished speaking, Mrs. Ruan’s face was expressionless.
Ruan’s mother simply couldn’t understand how advanced Twenty-Qi’s kung fu was. Even if it were played to her, she would definitely not be able to understand it. She would probably feel that it was similar to performing acrobatics.
When it's time to go to bed, go back to your room on time and get ready for bed.
Father Ruan was dissatisfied: "Then you should give me some reaction."
Even businessmen like Dad Ruan are no exception. In fact, there is a professional manager running the factory now, and he is also in a semi-retired state.
"In today's society, to be honest, except for a few sports families, most of those who have practiced martial arts since childhood are from families with relatively poor financial conditions. As long as the family's economic conditions are better, who parent is willing to let their children suffer that kind of hardship?"
Ruan's father was a little excited when he recalled it: "His kung fu is very good! It's not the kind you think, it's almost like what you see on TV. He's a real master, the kind who can fly over walls and climb walls! What he learned can't even be called martial arts. It’s Guwu, the real Guwu!”
Dad Ruan choked.
Mother Ruan sat up: "You tell me, I'll listen. What do you think is good about him?"
Dad Ruan then spoke.
[It’s really hard, the salary is only 1,000 yuan a month.]
Mother Ruan rubbed her forehead: "Okay, I'll try to understand what you're saying. It means that Xiaowen's kung fu is very high, it's that kind of ancient inheritance, it's very powerful, right?"
Then we live separately, the house is big, and everyone can move in different areas, so we don’t have to be awkwardly together every minute.
In the bedroom, Ruan's father looked like he had something to say, but he also wanted to talk about things he didn't want to say. Ruan's mother was annoying him.
Mother Ruan moved the pillow to the end of the bed: "Yeah."
Mother Ruan knew that he probably wouldn't be able to sleep until he finished the trouble, so she had to turn over and face him: "If you have something to say, just say it, why are you talking in circles?"
He worked up his emotions for a moment: "You know the Kungfu of the Young Twenty-Seventh Session, right? It is inherited from the Taoist temple."
"..." Father Ruan, "Can you understand what I said?"
Mother Ruan sighed: "What reaction do you want me to give? Like you, jumping three feet high?"
"Hey, even if you don't agree, you have to have a communication attitude. Let's be reasonable." Dad Ruan poked her shoulder.
Father Ruan had no choice but to omit the foreshadowing and get to the point directly: "I think Xiaowen is good."
Mother Ruan took off her shoes and lay down: "Yeah."
Ruan’s father was about to say, “Yes, yes,” Ruan’s mother asked, “So what?”
Being an athlete is a very difficult profession. Of course, the small group at the top of the pyramid is outside the scope of discussion. Let me just talk about one common situation: it is a very hard job.
"Professional athletes only have so little money, and you can't find a job after you retire. Their coach saw how enthusiastic you were and asked if we were recruiting people for the security department."
"If you ask the coach why these young kids retire and don't become coaches, people will say that they need a master's degree from a sports university."
"May I ask which sports university your daughter's little Taoist boyfriend graduated from?"
Dad Ruan said: "If you don't take the organizational path, there are other ways out."
Mother Ruan said, "What can you do? I was right next to you when you were chatting, and I heard it all."
"The best thing is to be a martial arts star." She said, "At that time, you all complained that there were no decent fighting scenes in TV dramas nowadays. Not to mention that martial arts actors had no future, and even the demand for martial arts stunt doubles had become smaller. "Xiao Er is indeed good-looking, and he has good skills. If you want to spend money to send him into the entertainment industry, I won't stop you." Ruan's mother said, "He saved Qing Qing after all. Let's do it." Just repay the favor. But let me ask you a question, no matter how good he is, can he act?"
This question really stumped Father Ruan.
Every other line is like a mountain.
For martial arts actors, the emphasis is on the word "actor". Martial arts is just an additional attribute.
"Xiao Nuan is good-looking. But the TV series that Big Brother Xu fooled you into investing in, Xiao Xianrou, is also good-looking. After the TV series was aired, wouldn't it just disappear? Why isn't he popular?"
"Whether you are popular or not depends on your fate."
"Of the kids who make martial arts videos that you follow in your short videos, which one is particularly popular and makes enough money? Pick one out for me to see."
Not really.
The martial arts masters that Ruan's father follows are basically at the same level, that's it.
Dad Ruan doesn’t know much about the emerging industry of self-media, but he has never heard of any of the people he follows becoming famous.
Just as Mama Ruan said, no matter how good the 27 Kungfu is, how to realize it is a problem.
Before he could cash in on his kung fu, he was a poor boy.
Dad Ruan tried to say: "You can also recruit a son-in-law. We don't care how much money the son-in-law has."
"Am I looking for money?" Mother Ruan was really angry. "Money is just a simple and universal measure! An excellent person's "excellence" should include the ability to make money. A person who suffers Haha, if you can’t make money, even if you praise him like a flower, he still has no ability!”
"This is not a question of money, this is a question of deserving and not deserving!"
"My daughter, I raised her with care. She is beautiful, smart, and has an independent career. My daughter is so good. She can obviously find someone with better conditions. Why should I lower my standards to accommodate someone who is not good enough?"
"I have to have something to rely on, right? Huh? As long as you can tell me something, that's fine!"
"In the end, the only thing you can say over and over again is 'good kung fu'?"
"Then my daughter will marry him and follow him to perform on the streets, right? He will break a big stone in his chest, and my daughter will get paid by beating the gong, right?"
Father Ruan was speechless.
In fact, he also knows rationally that "good kung fu" is not a legitimate reason for "I can marry my daughter to him."
However, twenty-seven is good at this, just poke him like this.
Father Ruan had no choice but to lie down depressed.
I thought to myself, if my wife refuses to agree to it even if she dies, it probably won’t work out in the end.
I hope Xiao Er can keep his promise.
If that didn't work out, he wouldn't mind having an adopted son or something. Wasn't that popular in ancient times
If you can't be the father-in-law of a hidden master, you can still be the godfather of a master.
After lying down for a while, Mama Ruan turned over and sat up again, putting on her slippers.
Dad Ruan: "Why are you going?"
Mother Ruan said, "Look for something to eat, I'll make you angry and hungry."
Maybe it was because she talked too much, or of course it was because Lao Ruan was so taciturn at the dinner table today, which was off-putting. Maybe she didn't have enough at all during dinner.
Anyway, Mama Ruan is hungry now, so she goes downstairs to find something to eat.
Unexpectedly, the lights were on in the kitchen.
Ruan's mother thought she was aunt, so she called "Sister He" when she opened the door, but the person inside turned around and said, "Aunt?"
Ruan's mother was stunned: "Xiaowen? What are you doing?"
Twenty-seven wears an apron and is beating egg liquid.
"I'll make an egg custard," he said.
Mother Ruan said, "Are you hungry?"
She felt slightly apologetic, it must be because the old man's pretentious manner at the dinner table had affected the young man's appetite. Really, being a guest in their home actually left the guests hungry.
What is this
Twenty-seven said, "No, it's Ruan Qing. She gets hungry easily around nine o'clock in the evening. If she doesn't have anything to eat, she has to eat snacks and gets angry easily. I'll steam her an egg custard."
Mother Ruan was stunned.
Indeed, Ruan Qing was like this when she was in middle school. No matter how much she ate for dinner, she would always be hungry after nine o'clock.
When she was in middle school, she lived at home, and her mother Ruan and her aunt took good care of her. They would not let her go hungry or eat too much food. But then she went to college.
Once children go to college, they spend less time with their parents.
After graduating, she stayed in a first-tier city and had her own life.
Until now, even though she comes back home several times a year, Ruan's mother always feels that she is an adult and can at least take care of herself in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation. There is no need for parents to worry about eating late night snacks like they did in middle school.
Moreover, the current aunt at home is no longer the aunt she had in middle school, and does not understand her previous habits.
She didn't expect that her habit of getting hungry easily after nine o'clock was still there.
Now, the person who prepares late night snacks for her is twenty-seven.
The handsome young man was wearing an apron and beating the egg liquid skillfully.
Maybe it's because of the downlight, but his eyebrows look so soft and comfortable.
[I have to have something to rely on, right?]
[It’s fine if you can name it.]
Mother Ruan didn't know why, but the impatience she had with the old guy who didn't know what he meant was all gone.
(End of chapter)