The home cooking restaurant is lit but closed, and a sign is posted outside the door: It will reopen tomorrow with a 20% discount. I signed the time below, and expressed my apologies to the new and old guests with a little bit.
The handwriting was written by Xu Tingsheng, at a fairly standard level.
Speaking of calligraphy, Xiang Ning was much better at writing than Xu Tingsheng when she was a senior in her previous life. According to her, she practiced hard at that time because she didn't date in the first three years of college and was bored.
She joined the calligraphy club at the beginning of her freshman year. Half a year later, the president of the calligraphy club wrote a "Book of Thousand Words" and hung it from the roof of the teaching building to express her love to her, covering an entire wall.
She marked an "X" below and quit the company.
Afterwards, I learned by myself from copybooks.
Xu Tingsheng didn't believe it at the time, and felt that Xiang Ning was not someone who could calm down and practice calligraphy. When Miss Xiang got angry, she simply brought a pen, ink and paper to write for him.
The font is the thin gold style created by Song Huizong Zhao Ji, which is very difficult. Ms. Xiang's calligraphy is not to mention entering the room, but it is indeed somewhat level.
Therefore, girls who have been single for a long time may usually be more talented, it has nothing to do with other things, just because they are really too free.
Xu Tingsheng naturally still remembered that what Miss Xiang wrote at that time was a piece of "Phoenix with Hairpin Head and Crisp Red Hand" written by Lu You to his ex-wife.
"I have been sad for a few years, and I have been away for a few years"; "Although the Shanmeng is there, the brocade book is hard to trust"-two sentences in the words, a word becomes a prophecy.
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This dinner was not arranged in a private room, but the table was placed in the lobby of the restaurant. Because there were too many dishes, four square tables were put together to set it up, but there were obviously only five people.
Xu Tingsheng received the call at noon, but because he was too nervous, he arrived at the restaurant before five o'clock in the afternoon.
There was no shortage of food and drink at this time, so Mama Xiang and Aunt Niu continued to work, Xu Tingsheng helped finish writing, then sat down with Papa Xiang and Lao Niu, and the three men waited while drinking.
In fact, Xu Tingsheng was more panicked at this meal than any time he ate together before, because this time there was no little Xiang Ning by his side to cover him. , the difference is quite large after all.
The feeling of being alone...
Drinking is also a lonely struggle.
The old cow had a straight temper, and when he saw Xu Tingsheng, he didn't see any real identity. He patted Xu Tingsheng on the shoulder and said, "You should call me Uncle Niu after Xiao Ning." He laughed heartily and kept pouring wine on Xu Tingsheng.
Dad Xiang seems to be ready to open up and drink this day.
Speaking of wine, Xu Tingsheng might not be willing to drink more when the leaders of Yanzhou City raised their glasses outside, but in this scene, he dared not stop drinking even the two of them raised their glasses...
53 degrees of white wine, swallow at least half a glass at a time...
By the time Mama Xiang and Aunt Niu sat down, the three men at the table were already somewhat drunk.
Xu Tingsheng and Lao Niu put their shoulders together and chatted enthusiastically, calling each other brothers.
In fact, when he was talking to Dad Xiang, they were almost hooking each other up, but fortunately Xu Tingsheng was still a little clear-headed and didn't call him brother or brother, otherwise the seniority would be messed up, and little Xiang Ning's liar uncle would really be an uncle.
Most of the dishes on the table were destined to be wasted. After sitting down for a while, Xiang's mother got up and picked up a few dishes that were placed far away, and put them all in Xu Tingsheng's bowl, saying, "Tingsheng, don't talk to them." Drink like this, eat vegetables first."
"Oh, it's still the mother-in-law who knows how to love her son-in-law..." Aunt Niu didn't hold back her words, and coaxed.
Mama Xiang was bickering with Aunt Niu in dialect, Xu Tingsheng didn't know how to respond, so he had to lower his head and shovel the food in the bowl.
Seeing him like this, Xiang's mother laughed straight away, and said: "Slow down, slow down, why are you like Xiao Ning..."
It couldn't be more straightforward.
"Okay, this kid is good," Lao Niu said with emotion, "He is educated and capable, so I won't talk about it. With his status, he can still drink and talk like a vulgar person like me, without cheating at all. , This shows that this child has a good heart and character. Your Xiang family is blessed. Old Xiang, I would like to offer you a toast."
Without any hesitation, Dad Xiang raised his glass, drank it down after bumping into Uncle Niu, put down the glass, and said with emotion: "Yes, the Xiang family is blessed." This sentence seemed to be his emotion to himself.
Soon, Dad Xiang poured another cup, held it up and said to Xu Tingsheng:
"Tingsheng, uncle won't thank you for this matter, it's all from my family anyway."
In his own family, Xu Tingsheng finally heard this sentence from Xiang's father and Xiang's mother, and he felt at ease.
"Thank you uncle, anyway, you can call me for any big or small things in our family in the future, even if the kitchen is too busy, I can help. I'm very good at peeling potatoes, and I can also slice fish..."
Xu Tingsheng said with a cheeky face.
Amidst a burst of laughter, Xu Tingsheng and Xiang's father drank the wine.
After drinking two cups in a row, Mother Xiang stroked Father Xiang's back and said, "You see, you are in a hurry, but it's still early. Take it easy, don't get drunk..."
Dad Xiang shook his hand stubbornly, poured himself another glass, and poured half a glass for Mother Xiang, motioning for Mother Xiang to lift the glass up with him, and said awkwardly, "This one, Ting Sheng, uncle and aunt I wronged you before..."
"Yeah, that time when Xiao Ning said you vomited blood, you see I still... Did you go to the hospital to see it later? How was it?" Mother Xiang asked with concern.
"I see, it's fine, don't worry, Auntie." Xu Tingsheng responded.
After the three of them drank another glass, Dad Xiang had already started to lean back in the chair, muttering: "I'm slow, I'm slow..."
Xu Tingsheng's head was also heavy, but he had to do his best to stabilize it.
Only Xiang Ma's nature is getting higher and higher. At this moment, the last bit of face barrier is erased, and the chatterbox is opened. Xiang Ma is just an ordinary woman, caring, curious, a lot
"I heard from Xiao Ning that your mother was the first to see the Fuxi bone on her forehead?" Xiang's mother asked.
"Ah, yes, that coincidence." Xu Tingsheng replied a little nervously.
"Then they also met Xiao Ning later, how was it? That girl isn't annoying, is she?" Xiang Ma asked pointedly.
She has already begun to care about the attitude of Xiang Ning's future parents-in-law. In the eyes of parents, this issue is second only to the key issue of the son-in-law himself. What's more, the Xu family has a big business, and they are always worried. Bits can be difficult to get along with.
Xu Tingsheng really never asked his parents this question, but he said without hesitation on the spot:
"No, Mom and Dad like Xiao Ning very much. Didn't she always come to accompany me afterward? Mom and Dad said they felt distressed just looking at her."
Xiang Ma let out a long breath, and said while thinking: "That's good. It's just that Xiao Ning is still a little younger..."
At this time, Aunt Niu laughed and interjected: "Oh, so... talking about marriage?"
After she said this, both Xiang's parents and Xiang's mother realized it, and then became embarrassed. Alcohol is a good thing, it can break many barriers, and what Xiang's parents said this day with the help of alcohol to open their hearts almost meant that as long as Xu Tingsheng didn't make any big mistakes... the matter would be settled.