She was a little surprised, too unexpected.
Jiaren Tong said she knew, she quickly opened it and smelled it: "Um... I guess it's not very tasty."
Zhou Wenchuan smiled and shook his head: "Whether you drink it or not, it's up to you."
Shiyi also opened it, the rich soup, there is a light taste of Chinese medicine.
She picked up the spoon, stirred it slightly, and scooped it up.
I just wanted to drink it, but Zhou Shengchen's hand grabbed him: "You are using western medicine. It is not suitable to drink soup with Chinese medicine."
His voice is not high, although it is a sudden stop, the words are considered reasonable.
But... Shi Yi thought about it for a while, and still softly expressed his wishes: "I'll just take a sip or two, and your mother knows that it will be happy." Zhou Shengchen was still hesitating about something and couldn't see his emotions.
She had bowed her head and took a sip and frowned.
"What?" He frowned and asked him in a low voice.
A little nervous.
"Bitter—" Shi Yi stuck out his tongue and smiled.
Zhou Shengchen was dumb, and then laughed: "In a moment, let them make you some sweet snacks."
"Um."
Since falling into the water, Zhou Shengchen has been more cautious about the arrangements of the people around her.
Walking around in this old house, there are girls and Uncle Lin with her. Shiyi is sometimes afraid of trouble, but is more comfortable in her room, thinking about waiting for the ghost month to pass, it will be fine.
After all, in Shanghai, she can still have her own circle of friends. Apart from Wen Xing, there is really no one who can speak here. But there is also a quiet place for her to write well.
Sometimes I can write a few thousand words a day, and then extract what I think is good, and finally copy it on official paper.
Words and sentences are very particular.
Zhou Shengchen's mother's attitude is really slowly changing.
Sometimes she would even invite her over for tea.
She was afraid that Zhou Shengchen would be worried, and would only go when he was with him. Fortunately, there is "bad health" as an excuse, otherwise it is estimated that her parents will know that she does not respect her elders.
Her mother would always prepare some supplements for her alone and let her eat them in person.
This approach is very strange, just like Zhou Shengchen did to her, you have to see what you eat and what you need before you can feel relieved.
"I heard Wen Xing say that you have read a lot of ancient books?" His mother waited for her to put down the spoon before speaking.
"I've read some," she laughed, "I think the words and sentences in ancient Chinese are very beautiful."
"Which one do you prefer?"
"Very miscellaneous, um... Maybe it's been published on the market, I've read it, and there are some books in it."
She doesn't like too complicated interpersonal relationships, so she spent most of her 20-odd years in this life on reading, reading the subsequent dynasties, poetry, and poetry.
"Girls who study, I like them very much." His mother smiled slightly and looked at her.
This is the first time his mother affirmed herself in such a long time.
She smiled.
"But-I still insist on my idea that you are not suitable for our family," his mother looked at her and continued, "Your family is very good. You are not a high-ranking official, but you are also a scholar. Parents are harmonious, no brothers and sisters. The social circle in adulthood is also very simple, with fixed schedules, fixed things, very regular and casual occupations. Right?"
She thought for a while and said, "Yes. I stay with my parents on weekends, read in the morning on weekdays, and record in the studio from the afternoon to midnight. You only need to talk to the manuscript and the sound engineer."
Zhou Shengchen glanced at her.
He seemed to want to stop his mother from asking questions, but for some reason, he gave up the idea.
"In addition to classmates, there are also voice actors, your boss, your neighbors and friends, and your social circle has never expanded, right?"
"Yes," she answered very seriously, "I like to spend my time on professional dubbing and reading, and spend most of the remaining time with my parents, so simple interpersonal relationships are very suitable for me."
Zhou Shengchen's mother smiled slightly: "You have arranged your life very well and lived a very stable life. Why don't you go back and continue your life?"
Shi Yi froze for a moment, wanted to speak, but was stopped.
"Miss Shiyi, listen to me," the air between her brows is definitely not overnight. "Let me give you an example. Ten years ago, a cruise ship sailed out of a pier along the coast. It focuses on underground business, radiating all kinds of politics, minerals, land, jewelry, drugs and arms transactions."
She remembered something similar, Zhou Shengchen once said.
About the cause of death of Xiaoren's birth mother.
"The owner of this cruise ship is Zhou's family," his mother slightly held her shawl, as if recalling. "At that time, 19 people died on board. One of them was Zhou's own person, who was Xiaoren's biological mother. , The rest are outsiders. The funds and properties circulating in the casino cost billions of dollars. And we, on our own ship, obtained the agency right to enter the Iranian auto market, and at the same time obtained the only independent tellurium native in the world Deposit."
His mother paused slightly and called for a new tea.
It's Bijian Mingyue.
"Listen, does it look like your dubbed movie?" His mother motioned for her to drink tea.
She nodded slightly.
Such concrete examples easily portray the life of the Zhou family. All guesses in the past were able to apply. This is a completely different family, living "underground" with its own territory.
In fact, it's really more like listening to a story.
Too far away from real life, it sounds like a legend.
"Your receptive ability is very good, at least in the last incident, the reaction was very decent," Zhou Shengchen's mother sighed softly, her voice gradually softened, "But you won't adapt to the life of Zhou's family. Right. ?"