As Lang Yixing and Pi Qinghua had basically no expectations, the two days passed quickly.
Then the day came when Lang Zhengxiao, Lang Yixing's cousin, came to visit the family.
Even if Pi Qinghua didn't expect this, since the guests had come, he had to treat them well. This was a matter of attitude and courtesy. So, early in the morning, Pi Qinghua dragged Lang Zhi to buy a lot of food. They started preparing lunch at about 10 o'clock. When Lang Zhengxiao came here with his son, daughter and two granddaughters, the table in the restaurant was already full of dishes.
Lang Yixing was originally helping to set the table. When he heard the doorbell, he quickly opened the door and saw his cousin and his family waiting outside.
"Come in quickly. The meal is almost ready. All that's missing is a soup and a dessert."
Lang Zhengxiao, who was outside the door, stared at Lang Yixing carefully for a long time after hearing this. Finally, he could not help but nodded and said, "It seems that you are relieved. I have never seen you so homely. This is good."
Lang Yixing curled the corners of his mouth, thinking that it was a good thing that they didn't see him tidying up an apron and mopping the floor at home. Although that pretty boy would always mop the floor again unsatisfactorily after he mopped the floor, he was probably the only one in history who would condescend to mop the floor for him.
The atmosphere at this time was pretty good. The second and fourth sons of the Lang family, who had come here, frowned at this house which was not luxurious at all when they arrived at the door, but fortunately they didn't say anything.
The group entered the house safely, and Lang Zhi was carrying a plate of snacks and putting it on the table. The moment Lang Zhengxiao saw Lang Zhi, his expression softened. He knew at a glance that this kid must be Lang Yixing's biological son. Looking at the face that looked 70% like him, the warning eyes, and the aura of "keep away from strangers", he was exactly the same as Lang Yixing when he was a child. Just looking at him makes people want to get their hands on him!
As a result, Lang Zhengxiao felt itchy and inexplicably put his hand on Lang Zhi's little head and rubbed it. Seeing that scene, both Lang Yixing, the scumbag father, and Lang Yanjie and Lang Yanli, the two scumbag daughters, were all open-mouthed. Lang Yixing was worried that his son would suddenly attack and hurt others, while Lang Er and Lang Si were surprised that their father was so approachable.
Sure enough, before Lang Zhi could frown and express any opinions, Lang Yanjie's daughter spoke up in dissatisfaction. This little girl should be about nine years old, maybe one or two years older than Lang Zhi. She was wearing a gorgeous and cute princess dress today. When she spoke, she looked like a princess:
"Dad, why is grandpa so nice to this wild boy?! Didn't you say that Uncle Lang has no children? We will be Uncle Lang's children in the future!"
This sentence was said just as Pi Qinghua came up with the last bowl of soup. Hearing this, he almost couldn't help but pour the soup directly on the little girl's head. In the end, he managed to hold back, but the smile on his face turned into a sneer. Of course, now he is wearing a mask, and others can hardly see his expression. But if it is a family member, it is different. At least Lang Yixing and Dahei have noticed that this guy is releasing an unhappy aura.
"Tsk! Ranran! How can you talk like that! You forgot everything I told you at home, didn't you?!" Lang Yanjie knew it was bad when he heard this. He originally planned to use his little girl to build a good relationship with Lang Zhi, so that he would have a reason and excuse to do something in the future. But now this little girl has ruined all the possibilities with just one sentence. How can he be happy? As he said this, he raised his hand to hit her, but he was hit by a cane first. "How old is she? What can she know? Isn't what she said the same thing you said before?"
Lang Zhengxiao said with a dark face: "Don't embarrass yourself here, shut up and eat well. If you can't speak, you can just be a glutton!"
At this time, the little princess Ranran had completely lost her pride. She huddled timidly beside Lang Yanjie, but where the adults couldn't see, she looked at Lang Zhi with anger.
The little male god Lang saw this look clearly and laughed in his heart.
As for Lang Zhengxiao's fourth daughter, Lang Yanli, she didn't say a word, but her eyes never left Lang Zhi. And when Pi Qinghua came out, her eyes never left Pi Qinghua for a moment.
"Well, you are the adoptive father of Xiaozhi that my younger brother mentioned, right? I am Xiaozhi's cousin. Xiaozhi is so energetic now, thanks to you. If it weren't for you, I can't imagine how this little guy would live..." Lang Zhengxiao stretched out his hand to Pi Qinghua, which made Pi Qinghua a little flattered. You know, he just saw from the window that there were several guys in military uniforms guarding outside the house. This guy is obviously a big shot.
"It was just a convenience for me. The main reason is that this kid has his own abilities. You know, I picked him up three years ago, but four years have passed since he was taken away. He spent at least 10 months to a year on his own..." Pi Qinghua's face turned pale when he thought of this: "I believe he suffered even more in this year."
Upon hearing this, Lang Zhi quickly reached out and held his second father's hand. Although he could not remember much about what happened that year, his memory and body instinctively told him that he had a very bad life that year. It seemed that he was thrown away several times, and was finally picked up because he was still breathing.
Lang Zhengxiao was silent for a moment when he heard this. After all, it was a miracle in itself that Lang Zhi could still stand in front of him intact. He didn't want to think about anything else. As for Lang Yixing himself, he probably didn't dare to even think about it!
"Okay, come here. Xiaozhi, this is a gift from your cousin. You must keep it well. It will bring you safety, blessings, and wealth! It's a Pixiu pendant that has been blessed by a great monk!"
Lang Zhengxiao handed Lang Zhi a small, beautifully carved Hetian Pixiu jade pendant. The exquisite craftsmanship and warm color showed that this was definitely not a cheap item, and Pi Qinghua saw the surprised and jealous looks of Lang Yanjie and Lang Yanli, and knew that this item might be worth a fortune.
Lang Zhi looked at the pendant, feeling a little confused. He did what all kids would do and turned to look at his father. As a result, Lang Yixing nodded but Pi Qinghua didn't move, which made the little male god Lang even more confused. Lang Zhengxiao was amused by his confused look.
Finally, the little boy Lang finally couldn't resist the enemy's sugar-coated bullets. He gritted his teeth and took the jade Pixiu. He waited for a long time before shouting, "Thank you, uncle."
Although the uncle's meaning was very vague, Lang Zhengxiao and Lang Yixing already felt very satisfied.
Lang Yixing was in a very good mood and said directly: "Alright, let's all come to the table and eat! This is a table full of delicious food. I've been wanting to eat it for a long time!"
So a few people sat down.
Somehow the seats became: Lang Zhi was next to Lang Zhengxiao's right, and next to Lang Zhi was Lang Yanli's daughter Li Xiaoxiao, then Lang Yixing was next to Lang Zhengxiao's left, and then Pi Qinghua. Finally, between Pi Qinghua and Lang Yanli were Lang Yanjie and Lang Ranran.
"Wow, these dishes look so delicious!" Li Xiaoxiao hadn't said a word the whole way, but her eyes lit up when she saw the table full of dishes. Lang Yanli felt a little embarrassed when she heard this, as if her family had never given her children delicious food, but Lang Zhi started to talk to Li Xiaoxiao because of this. "Well, my dad made it, it's delicious."
Lang Yanli was delighted.
Lang Zhengxiao was also smiling as he looked at the spicy dishes on the table. He hadn't seen so much spicy food on the table for a long time. Lang Yixing found a good man, who was serious, knew how to live, and had a good temper.
"Not bad, not bad. This is a family dinner, so we won't be too particular about it. Let's eat!"
Then everyone started to eat, and the meal was quite good, but at the end, problems arose.
Lang Yanjie found Lang Yixing with a glass of wine in hand and said to him, "Uncle, I won't say much. I'll drink this glass first, and then I have something to ask you."
Lang Yixing raised his eyebrows. Normally, when it was just the two of them, he would just close the door and leave. But now that Lang Zhengxiao, Pi Qinghua and Lang Zhi were all there, he couldn't just turn his face away.
"We are one family, but we have different opinions. Tell me what you have to say. If I know anything, I will definitely tell you."
As a result, Lang Yanjie laughed when he heard this: "Uncle, I heard that you are selling high-end medicinal wine that is especially good for men's health in the circle recently? It happens that I am also in the winemaking business. I don't have any other ideas. I just want to ask, what is the main ingredient of this medicinal wine? I won't ask about the formula ratio, I just want to ask about the ingredients."
As soon as these words were spoken, Pi Qinghua's eyes narrowed immediately, Lang Zhengxiao's face darkened, and Lang Yixing was simply amused by his nephew's stupidity.
"It's just wine and drugs! Didn't I tell you?"
Lang Yanjie's face darkened. "Uncle, it's not good for you to be perfunctory like this. I've already had someone take the medicinal wine for testing. Although the wine is Wuliangye and it's soaked in Cabinda bark, after careful analysis, there is another very wonderful ingredient. That's the key to this medicinal wine. If you hide it like this, we're not like a family."
Lang Yixing continued to smile, but this time his smile seemed a little gloomy: "It turns out that you took all the gifts that your uncle gave to your father for testing, and you tested them so carefully. Since you already know the ingredients of the medicinal wine so well, why are you still asking me? I didn't do any analysis or testing. I was just a middleman selling wine."
"Uncle! How can you be so selfish?!" Lang Yanjie said this without any pressure: "Why don't you tell me the formula of the medicinal wine so that we can make money together? Anyway, you are already so rich, so this little bit doesn't matter, right?!"
Just when Lang Yanjie's face was making his father almost unable to bear it, Lang Zhi suddenly spoke up:
"… You're so weird. The wine wasn't brewed by me, Old Man Lang. It was brewed by my father. Why are you asking Old Man Lang?" So stupid.
Lang Yanjie paused for a moment. "What did you say?!"