One Can’t Judge by Appearance

Chapter 95

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"Second Master, there is water on the spatula, don't put it in the oil, the oil will explode." Aunt Li hurriedly snatched the spatula from Yuan Yi's hand and turned off the fire. Tossing the kitchen, I can only change a euphemism, "It's already so late, you should go to bed."

Yuan Yi looked at the dishes next to him that were scorched by himself, wiped off the oil splashes on the back of his hands, and sighed, "Why is cooking a dish more difficult than programming?"

"Second Master, are you kidding me?" Aunt Li wiped off the oil on the table with a rag, "cooking is just a life skill, many people can do it, but programming is not something most people can do, it can be put together Compare?"

In Aunt Li's mind, Yuan Yi is very capable. He started his own business in college. Now that he has so many industries under his name, he can still pursue Miss Yan.

Yuan Yi sighed, now he can't rely on programming to please his future father-in-law.

"Tomorrow, continue to practice tomorrow." Seeing that Yuan Yi didn't seem reconciled, Aunt Li didn't dare to keep him in the kitchen anymore, for fear that he would tear it down. During the Chinese New Year, if there is a fire and explosion or something, it is not auspicious.

When he walked out of the kitchen, Yuan Yi heard the ringtone of his mobile phone. This ringtone was set by Yan Xiaoxi himself, saying that as his girlfriend, he must use a unique ringtone.

"Xiaoxi?" Did she come to tell herself that she couldn't go to her house for dinner on the night of the 30th year

Yan Xi on the phone turned to look at Song Hai, who was still furious: "I told my dad about letting you come to our house for the New Year's Eve dinner..."

"What?!" Yuan Yi's expression was a little excited, "Isn't my uncle not agreeing?"

"What are you thinking, my dad told you to come over early and have lunch with us." Yan Xi looked at Song Hai again, saw him nodding and continued, "It's more lively, there are only me and my dad at home. It's boring too."

Song Hai thought to himself: No, in fact, I am not bored at all.

"Okay, okay, you and uncle will make a list of ingredients again, you don't have to go out to buy anything if you are missing anything, I will bring it here." Yuan Yi thought for a while, "I will buy some more fireworks sticks and Spring Festival couplets, just for the New Year. Be lively."

Yan Xi couldn't help laughing after hearing Yuan Yi's crackling on the phone, is this stupidly happy? But after laughing, I felt a little sad again, how much did Yuan Xiaoer think about a normal Spring Festival

Not following my brother to my grandfather's house, nor to other relatives' houses, but to sit around the table and have a good meal with my closest family members

Or is it that she thinks too much, Yuan Xiaoer just simply wants to spend the New Year with her? Thinking about it like this, it seems to feel a lot better, at least it proves that he cares about her very much, and she is very attractive.

After Yuan Yi hung up the phone, he fastened the apron he took off again: "Aunt Li, go to sleep, I'll practice for a while."

Aunt Li, who had just cleaned up the kitchen, was speechless for a while: "What's wrong?"

"Uncle Song invited me to have dinner at noon the day after tomorrow, so I want to hurry up and practice again, otherwise there won't be enough time." Yuan Yi put the pot on the stove, "If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture him. The stomach, the future father-in-law will not lack anything, I can only rely on this to please him."

Aunt Li would like to ask Yuan Yi, is he serious? But looking at Yuan Yi's full-fledged appearance, he knew that there was no need to ask this question again. Young people in love will always make some cute stupidities, such as using their own shortcomings to please others.

Er Shao, such a proud person, now he is willing to wash his hands and make soup for Miss Yan's sake, who will believe it when he says it

Aunt Li smiled: "Second Master, let me teach you."

When people get older, they are willing to accompany young people to make a fool of themselves, so it seems that even the mentality can be youthful.

The night passed, Yuan Yi, who practiced cooking until very late, has not woken up from his dream, but the news about him bringing Yan Xi to meet his parents has been overwhelming. The major media seemed to have made an appointment and reported how much the Xu family valued Yan Xi. Even the original Yasen and his wife, who were rumored to dislike Yan Xi, also rushed to the Xu family to see this future daughter-in-law, and the whole family sat there. Have lunch together.

A reporter who was squatting outside Xu's house took pictures. After lunch, Yuan Yi and Yan Xi left Xu's house with a smile. The aunts of Xu's family were very attentive to Yan Xi. The status of granddaughter-in-law. A more daring reporter also went to interview Yuan Yi's brother Yuan Bo's views on his future younger siblings, and put the interview video on the online platform.

In the video, Yuan Bo's expression is serious and serious. When the reporter asked if the Yuan family was dissatisfied with Yan Xi, Yuan Bo immediately denied this statement, not only praised Yan Xi many times, but also bluntly said that the whole family likes Yan Xi very much. It is his blessing to have a girlfriend like Yan Xi. This kind of behavior of praising other people's daughters and belittling their own family members is a bit like the elder brother's father, but when this video came out, it did make countless passers-by believe that the original parents' dissatisfaction with Yan Xi is a rumor, Yuan Yi He quit Changfeng management just because he wanted to start a business on his own.

After these news came out, some netizens couldn't help ridiculing that the Yuan family could not wait to welcome Yan Xi into the house with a big sedan chair. I originally thought that this was the classic way of Cinderella marrying into a wealthy family, but I didn't expect it to be a story about a wealthy family seeking to marry a goddess.

After Yan Xi got up and swiped on Weibo, she found that many people circled her and said she was an inspirational goddess. When I opened it, it turned out to be that she was loved by the elders of Xu Jiayuan.

Host Yan Xi: Everyone says I do a good job and praises me as an inspirational goddess, I will be happier.

Yuanyi reposted Yan Xi's Weibo and commented: It's normal to like you, whether it's work or other aspects.

Netizen 1: Cute and sweet, I have finished this bowl of dog food, you can do whatever you want.

Netizen 2: Hahahaha, I used to laugh at Yan Xi as a black fan holding the thighs of a wealthy family and stand up for two steps. Who is holding whose thighs

Netizen 3: President Yuan, for the sake of my likes, will you give me a mobile game spree

Netizen 4: I think what Yan Xi said is quite right. Emotions are not everything of a woman. It is right for the husband's parents to like her, otherwise he would get married. Everyone praised her as an inspirational goddess because of such a trivial matter. I think it is an insult to her talent and ability.

Netizen 5: Upstairs is really enough. You can tell a lot of great truths about everything. Are you tired of living like you

Netizens who are bored will always quarrel over trivial matters, and Yan Xi, the party concerned, can only choose to turn a blind eye.

She wore thick winter clothes and walked to the cold street, because her dad said that the house lacked red lanterns hanging at the gate, so she came out to run errands.

"Yan Xi." As soon as she walked to the shopping mall, a fashionably dressed young girl walked towards her. Without saying a word, she raised her hand and wanted to hit her.

Yan Xi stretched out her hand and grabbed her wrist, cursing unceremoniously: "You have watched too many brain-dead dramas, and you want to slap people in the face in public. Is there something wrong with your brain?"

Although she had never met this girl before, she had seen her photos in the posts of the younger generation of the Song family.

Song Poetry, Song Dynasty and Song Poetry's cousin.