When the three of them filed in, Qianmai's "three major disciplines and eight precautions" was coming to an end. Throwing Peng Chen a look of "pleasing oneself", he turned around and went into the kitchen to help his sister.
"Come here, drink tea, eat fruit. Just like at your own home, order it at will, do it yourself..."
Qian Liqin warmly entertained Peng Chen, with both eyes rolling on his face. Sure enough, as her husband said, her forehead was broad, her brows were protruding, she gave birth to a good look and face.
Secretly happy in my heart, the satisfaction value immediately increased by ten.
The high-end Peng Chen is often looked at by customers, but it is the first time in his life to be watched so unconcealedly. My ears became hot, I couldn't help but raised my hand and touched his nose uncomfortably.
Then, naturally, Qian Liqin's eyes fell on the white and slender hand. Compared with her husband's yellowed fingernails from smoking all the year round, this hand is as clean and beautiful as water onions. Judging from her experience, this should not be a smoker. So without thinking about it, the satisfaction score increased by 10%.
Here, Yang Yong sat calmly on the sofa and glanced at the souvenirs piled high on the coffee table without a trace.
Sure enough, it is the style of a young man, so I choose to buy it in exquisite packaging. Layers of wrapping paper, line by line of tadpole text, make it impossible to see what is inside. But what he can be 100% sure of is that there is absolutely no hoof he is worried about. Can not help but breathe a sigh of relief, but slightly disappointed.
He took a sip of tea, cleared his throat and asked, "What's your name?"
Peng Chen choked, the fellow Mai Mai didn't even mention his name to the family. Reluctantly looked at the closed door of the kitchen, and then at the side of Dian Xiaohai where Gu Zida was eating fruits, which was nothing to do with it, and resigned himself to introducing himself: "Dad, my name is Peng Chen. Peng Ze's Peng. , The sun, the moon and the stars."
"Peng... Chen..." Yang Yong pondered the name in his mouth for a while. When he was about to correct Peng Chen's address problem, his brain flashed and asked: "Are you also a student of Jintian No.1 Middle School? ?"
"Yes, Dad. Me and Mai are junior high school classmates. When I was in the third year of junior high, I also visited home." Peng Chen strikes while the iron is hot. At this time, he doesn't have a relationship. When will he have a relationship.
Qian Liqin's eyes lit up and immediately asked: "Then you are also from Jintian? Can you speak Jintian dialect?"
Listening to Qian Liqin's poorly pronounced Mandarin, Peng Chen immediately nodded his head understandingly: "Yes, Mom, I can speak Jintian dialect. However, I have been studying abroad for a long time, and I feel a little awkward. You If you don’t mind, let’s speak Jintian dialect."
"Okay. I'm half-baked in Mandarin, and now I am worried about how to speak. Now there is no problem at all." Qian Liqin was exasperated, and she slapped her thigh with her hands, and a bunch of dialects blurted out.
It was decided to add another twenty points. Compared with this, all the advantages are secondary. What can be more important than seeing a daughter after marriage.
Excited by Qian Liqin's reaction, Peng Chen immediately connected it lamely: "Then we all order it casually, everyone is our own, it doesn't matter."
"Yeah, it's better to be more comfortable. Then you should be polite! Come home, and you will waste money to buy things. We run a supermarket in our own house, and we don't lack food..."
"These things are not expensive, they are just some local specialties from abroad. I asked someone to bring them back, and I want your parents to try them..."
BALABALA, the conversation between the two of them opened, the more they talked, the happier they started, and they started endlessly.
Beside, Qian Xiaohai watched quietly, but Yang Yong slowly fell into contemplation.
Over the years, he no longer remembered whether this young man had ever been to his home. But the name "Peng Chen" is familiar to him.
Since Mai entered the Olympiad class and sent the ranking list every semester to his home, he always carefully reviewed the results of all his classmates, and then used the top scores of the years to encourage and stimulate Mai. Peng Chen's results are just as good. It is one of the data he often quotes.
During the senior high school entrance examination, the total score of wheat and Peng Chen were tied, and the group photo of the two receiving the trophy side by side appeared on the "Huayang Daily". He had read that report many times, and he also carefully cut it out and posted it on his family's "Important Book". It was difficult to forget it.
Youdao is three years old and sees the old, such a good boy since childhood, presumably will grow up to be no worse. Since the two were once classmates who got along day and night, they must know each other quite well. After going around for so many years, it is a kind of fate to be able to get together after growing up.
It seems that things for the two of them just go with the flow, and there is no need to worry about it.
With this in mind, Yang Yong no longer cared about the problem of calling out. The wife was so obsessed with chatting that she didn't know how many "Mom" Peng Chen had answered. Now if he pulled his face down to correct it, he would look too rigid.
So, with a light cough, Yang Yong interrupted the conversation between the two of them, and asked: "Peng Chen, what do you do now?"
Peng Chen stopped chatting, and replied respectfully: "Dad, I am currently working in my parents' restaurant. After a while, I will start working on my own."
As soon as the voice fell, Qian Xiaohai, who had been silent, complained. Is there such a good working life in the world? Then I don't want to be the boss, just work for the rest of my life.
Yang Yong saw his son's expression, but it was another interpretation: "Do you know how to cook by yourself?"
"I can make spaghetti." Peng Chen replied slightly. He will do it, but this is the only one. Moreover, the number of cooking times in a year can be counted with one hand.
Hearing that Peng Chen opened a restaurant, Qian Liqin's satisfaction value screamed: "It's good to open a restaurant, at least three meals are delicious. People live a lifetime, don't they all have a mouthful? ."
Yang Yong is also satisfied with this. Even if Peng Chen doesn't know how to cook and opens a restaurant to sell noodles, the days should still be mixed. Cui Daxin, the godfather of Xiaomo, sells beef noodles in Lucheng, Wenzhou, and his income is considerable. The family built a new villa the year before. Both Peng Chen and Mai both have skills, one enters the company to design clothes, the other opens a restaurant to do business, and they can "get food and clothing without worries" for casual mix-ups.
Yang Yong was very pleased, and even the white eyes that squinted Xiaohai's squinting lightly showed some softness.
Qian Xiaohai suffered for no reason, shrank his neck, and moved inwardly. Needless to say, he also knew what his father was upset with.
Dad favors people with craftsmanship. For example, his sister's costume design, Xiao Mo's three-legged cat's flower arrangement, the most insignificant thing is his international trade. After admission to the college entrance examination, he was asked to learn crafts to accompany him again and again. The selected projects include the bamboo strip technique of the uncle, the duck raising technique of the third uncle, and the mason technique of the young uncle's construction site. He has always been able to hide or hide, and his father has been silent for a long time, but he didn't expect to be overshadowed by a "spaghetti" today.
If Dad knew that his understanding was fundamentally misunderstood from beginning to end, Peng's "spaghetti" technique might not be equal to his self-taught "Chinese fried noodles" technique, how disillusioned it would be.
Fortunately, the kitchen door opened in time, distracting everyone. Qianmai walked out wearing a floral apron and greeted everyone to eat.
Qian Xiaohai sprang up "huo", hurriedly hid in the restaurant, and chose the most corner position to sit down.
Potential's food today is very rich, with a large table full. Especially the soy-sweet hooves in the middle of the dining table are very fragrant and attractive.
Qian Liqin took out the frame of the hostess and was familiar with it, flicking lightly with chopsticks, and the cooked hooves separated immediately.
Yang Yong didn't care that the hooves were not the confession of his son-in-law, he picked it up and opened his stomach to feast on.
Peng Chen is a self-cooked, self-cooked, self-eaten, and leisurely look, so you don't need to bother to entertain your family.
Because they had to drive, everyone just drank some beer and drinks symbolically, and the meal time was greatly shortened.
Quietly after eating, Qian Liqin got up and took a spoon, leaning forward to scoop chicken soup for everyone. However, as soon as the spoon reached into the porcelain basin, she froze.
A big pot of black-bone chicken, nothing more than a bottom.
Looking up, Qian Xiaohai sits behind the porcelain basin, and the front of Qian Xiaohai is full of chicken bones. Suddenly he couldn't laugh or cry, and said grotesquely: "Xiaohai, you are a boy, how can you eat so many black-and-white chicken? You don't have to leave some for supplements for the two sisters
Qian Xiaohai was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer. My brows frowned, and all I thought of was bitter feelings: "Mom, my stomach is too barren. The stuff in school is expensive and not tasty. A plate of braised chicken was mixed with half a plate of dried tofu, so I had to Go home and eat more."
Qian Liqin really felt distressed: "Then you can't eat so hard, be careful of your Big Brother Peng jokes."
Hearing the conversation between the mother and son mentioning himself, Peng Chen took the stubbornly and said, "Mom, it doesn't matter if you eat it all. After returning to Huayang, I will let the store make wheat for it."
Yang Yong looked slightly at this. Qian Liqin was like hearing the heavens, smiling and squinting, making an unprecedented exception, giving Peng Chen a large chopsticks dish. The hairy son-in-law is so good, it's better to treat your own daughter. The more I look at it, the more satisfied it becomes! For this sentence, you have to add another twenty points.
Seeing the "mother and child filial piety" in front of him, not a pair of mother and son better than mother and son, Qian Xiaohai shrank in the corner and became more resentful.
Xiao Mo was wrong. My sister didn't love it unobviously, but it was too obvious.
His favorite five-spice beef and steamed yellow croaker were moved to Brother Peng. His favorite honey-sweet pork ribs and Longjing prawns were put in front of his father. Except for the black-bone chicken in soup and water, there are some green vegetables in front of him. Tell him not to eat black-bone chicken and eat a hairy
Suddenly, my sister had a BF, and his treatment immediately fell to a negative number. Moreover, this BF still has serious quality problems, so how can he be reconciled.
Qian Xiaohai's words came to his lips several times, but he saw the latent wheat shy and timid, with joy and sweetness in his eyebrows, facing the plates of green and green vegetables, he was very spineless and swallowed quietly. . !
To Brother Peng, my heart is too soft after all!
The special meaning of Qianjia’s meal, everyone is happy and harmonious, but Qian Xiaohai’s food does not know the taste. (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)