Do not even look at the dishes.
Coincidentally, those two dishes are Huang Dan's favorite, and the housekeeper usually cooks them for him, and he wants to eat them when he sees them.
Huang Dan glanced strangely at the man above, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound, just lifted his butt off the chair, leaned his upper body over, and stuck his chopsticks into the plate.
Nie Wenyuan said nothing.
On the other hand, Wu nǎinǎi frowned, looking into Huang Dan's eyes, as much disgust as she wanted, if it wasn't for Nie Wenyuan's presence, she would probably have stepped forward and carried the plate away.
Huang Dan ignored it, nothing to worry about.
Nie Wenyuan eats very fast, this has not changed, just like the yellow list that eats slowly, it is a habit.
"Director, don't you want to eat another bowl?"
Wu nǎinǎi addressed Director Nie Wenyuan with pride and pride in his tone, as if he was his own child, promising and good-looking.
After all, the director is more suitable for Nie Wenyuan's feeling than the young master, cold and strict.
"Don't eat."
Nie Wenyuan put the tableware and chopsticks into the sink in the kitchen. Instead of going upstairs, he sat on the sofa and watched the news broadcast.
Wu nǎinǎi brewed tea and brought it over, then turned around to monitor Huang Dan.
Huang Dan ignored the old nǎinǎi and ate the food on his own. He ate the two dishes without leaving any dregs. If he hadn't been able to eat it, he could have eaten another bowl of rice with the soup.
I have to say that the old nǎinǎi is very good at cooking. In Huang Dan's opinion, except for the housekeeper, no one can compete with the old nǎinǎi.
Wu Nǎinǎi stared at her. Because of Nie Wenyuan's presence, she restrained herself and didn't say anything. She just smacked her mouth a few times when she was putting away the tableware. When she came to someone else's house, how could she be so embarrassed to eat like this? I don't understand politeness at all, I'm far from my brother!
Huang Dan sat on the other side of the sofa, he picked up a small piece of biscuit on the coffee table to eat, and Wu Nǎinǎi, who had washed the dishes and chopsticks, was beside him.
Wu nǎinǎi didn't say anything, but when Huang Dan dropped a little bit of biscuit foam, he bent down to pick it up and threw it in the trash. After doing this, he continued to return to the place, staring at Huang Dan.
It was a silent criticism and rejection.
Huang Dan saw a strange kind of person from Wu nǎinǎi. He didn't actually hate it, but he was a little curious.
It is said that the same rice raises a hundred different people. In the past, Huang Dan would not be able to observe all kinds of strange and strange things in the world. He had no interest in it. , the change is huge.
Huang Dan ate the biscuits slowly, he drank half a glass of warm water, greeted Nie Wenyuan and old nǎinǎi, and went back to his room by himself.
Wu nǎinǎiyu stopped, "Director, how long will your little nephew stay here?"
Nie Wenyuan looked at the flood-fighting picture on the news, "What?"
Wu nǎinǎi sighed, "The difference between brothers is very big, the youngest son doesn't know who he is, he has been a troublemaker since he was a child, and he can't be idle for a while. The first time I saw him, he was in a mud pit. He jumped inside and splashed mud all over me, and every time I had to make things up, I never saw him be honest."
"He hasn't done a serious job in these years. After returning from the labor reform, he is still with those unscrupulous people, and he won't have a big future."
Seeing that the person on the sofa didn't make a statement, Wu nǎinǎi continued, "I'm worried that he will cause trouble for you here, after all, it's your nephew, and then the matter really happened, your sister said something, and you didn't either. It’s better to care about it, then the one who suffers is yourself.”
"His hands and feet have always been unclean. He stole money from his brothers and sisters to go out to play, and he also stole from his family. He doesn't know how to repent.
Nie Wenyuan opened his mouth, "Worry too much."
Wu nǎinǎi knew he couldn't go on, but he still couldn't hold back, "Have you seen his clothes? I asked him to take it off and said he wanted to wash it, but he ignored me and ignored my words. I have never seen a junior so ignorant before."
Nie Wenyuan heard the old man say this, and then he remembered the situation of the child at the dinner table. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up high, revealing two thin arms, and there were tattoos on them, and he didn't know what they were tattooed. Son, some scattered.
The trousers were longer, rolled several layers over the slippers, and the wide ones would fall off at any moment.
Nie Wenyuan frowned.
Wu nǎinǎi waited for a long time, but didn't get any response, she sighed again, and went to check the bathroom worriedly. If the young man made it wet, she could just tell the people in the living room, and the lesson should be taught.