Wenjing looked at Zhou Sicheng and Yan Yuanjing, and felt that they suddenly had a common topic and were very familiar with each other. She frowned and wondered: "You were not that familiar before."

When did it start?

Zhou Sicheng said: "We will be very familiar with each other in the future."

He raised his hand and hugged Yan Yuanjing's shoulder.

The Yan family is an old house with a large area. The kitchen and dining room are as big as the living room of a small apartment. It has a large round dining table and a turntable, filled with dishes.

I bought it from a few finished packaging boxes, and the rest were made by myself.

It is dazzling and looks very attractive.

Wen Jing couldn't wait to rush over, grabbed a piece of braised pork and stuffed it into her mouth, and nodded while eating: "It's delicious."

Wen Weiping is a very strict person, especially outside, he frowned and scolded Wen Jing, "There is no rules!"

Wen Jing shrank her neck and laughed.

It's considered to be a mistake.

She ate a piece of fat meat, and the corners of her mouth were stained with oil. Zhou Sicheng pulled a tissue and naturally reached out to help Wenjing wipe it. When he realized the occasion, he stopped his hand and handed the paper to Wenjing, "Wipe the corners of her mouth, it's all oily."

Wen Jing took it, wiped the corner of her mouth, and sat down.

Zhou Sicheng sat next to her very much, and Wen Weiping was also preparing to sit in that position, one step late.

He looked at the young man sitting next to his daughter, and he was full of opinions, but he held back due to the occasion.

He was about to go around Wenjing's other side, but Xu Ningyue took the lead.

He sat next to Xu Ningyue with a dark face.

Xu Meihong and Yan Huacheng put together bowls and chopsticks, and Yan Yuanjing poured drinks and wine for everyone.

Wenjing couldn't help but eat a bite of the dish again. She looked at Yan Huacheng and asked, "Can your aunt cook?"

Yan Huacheng replied with a smile: "Can your aunt cook?"

After he returned, he looked at Xu Meihong.

Xu Meihong snorted coldly, "It seems like you have never eaten the food I cooked."

The couple quarreled, and the atmosphere was harmonious, and everyone was smiling.

This atmosphere was something Yan had never felt since she was a child and had never felt in this restaurant.

The Yan family has many rules. When she was very young, she could not even serve the table for dinner during festivals and holidays. She just made some food and ate it. Anyway, she could not sit with her elders, especially in her hometown.

But the favored children will be brought by adults.

"Drink some soup."

Yan Zao stared at the dishes and was a little dazed. Lan Mu suddenly picked up the empty bowl in front of her and scooped soup for her. She came to her senses and smiled at Lan Mu with her lips.

Wenjing was still flattering Yan Hua while eating, "My aunt is so happy. She doesn't have to cook for the rest of her life. If she wants to find a husband, she should look for someone like my uncle."

"Hi." Yan Huacheng laughed at herself in embarrassment, "It seems like I have no prospect."

After the Yan family's business declined, their family relied on their old capital and continued to eat until now.

Living an ordinary life that cannot be more ordinary.

I am still afraid of my wife for life, and I am ridiculed by neighbors and talk about topics after dinner.

Wenjing frowned, "No, I think men are more capable of taking care of their wives and children."

She held the chopsticks in her mouth and raised her lips.

Very sincere.

Give Yan Huacheng a warm comfort, Yan Huacheng's doting tone, "You, just eat well and flatter you well."

Wenjing: "It's true."

Wen Weiping ordered a bowl of soup and put it in front of Wen Jing. Wen Jing took a sip, "This soup is still so delicious."

She praised Yan Huacheng's cooking skills.

Zhou Sicheng said: "I can make soup, too."

Wenjing hardly cooks at home. Scrambled eggs with tomatoes and cold cucumbers may be her best dishes. Young people in the new era like her, who don’t cook in an ordinary family, and they don’t believe that Zhou Sicheng, a rich second-generation who can cook.

She looked at Zhou Sicheng with disdain, "You're almost the same as soup."

Zhou Sicheng raised his eyebrows: "Don't believe it?"

Wenjing asked: "What soup do you make?"

"I can cook whatever soup you like."

Vice Team Zhou boasted about Haikou without hesitation.

Before Wenjing could return to Zhou Sicheng, Yan Huacheng smiled and replied to her: "She likes old chicken soup the most. She drinks a pot of it. Every time she comes to my house, she has to call in advance to ask if there is any stewed chicken soup."

Then she pointed to the bowl of braised pork and said, "Like this braised pork, she can eat a bowl of it."

I'm afraid everyone present could see Zhou Sicheng's meaning to Wen Jing, but he, his uncle, didn't.

He also honestly revealed Wenjing's preferences to Zhou Sicheng.

Zhou Sicheng nodded, "Oh."

The food was still being cooked in the pot, and Yan Huacheng took a few bites and then went to take a look.

The last soup was ready and the cake was served. A small cake was also very simple, with a basketball pattern in the middle.

Wenjing looked at the cake and suddenly thought of something. She looked at Yan Yuanjing and asked, "You have a birthday today, didn't your girlfriend come?"

The atmosphere suddenly became weird.

All the elders looked at Yan Yuanjing, while the rest looked at Wen Jing.

"Have you talked about girlfriends?" Xu Meihong asked Yan Long Vision.

Yan Yuanjing's face became a little cold, and she replied to Xu Meihong lightly, "No."

A sudden change in attitude.

Making Xu Meihong cautious, she said with a slightly flattering smile: "Now that I'm in college, it's not impossible to talk about girlfriends."

Everyone knows that Xu Meihong went to school to make trouble. At this moment, this topic is a bit awkward. Xu Ningyue said to change the topic and "Eat."

Wenjing felt as if she had said something she shouldn't have said, shrank her neck, and then buried her head in silence and ate without saying a word.

Yan Huacheng and Wen Wei must have two glasses together. They took out the few bottles of wine they had collected and prepared beer. Yan Huacheng asked Lan Mu while opening the wine: "Lan Mu, are you okay, white, right?"

Without waiting for Lan Mu to answer, Wen Weiping rushed to reply for him: "...He is fine, I drank a lot at my house last time."

The only thing he is very proactive in drinking is that.

Yan Huacheng nodded, "Okay, then it's all white."

Then he remembered that Zhou Sicheng was still there, and looked at Zhou Sicheng and asked, "Can you please, Vice Team Zhou?"

"Don't call me Vice Team Zhou, you can call me Sicheng or Xiao Zhou." Zhou Sicheng nodded after saying that, "I can do it too."

"Then I'll call you Xiao Zhou."

Zhou Sicheng had no airs at all. As everyone chatted, they started chatting and were no longer so reserved.

Yan Huacheng poured wine into several drinking cups.

They are all big glasses, the kind that can hold two or three taels of wine.

After pouring the wine, Yan Huacheng asked Zhou Sicheng: "Who can drink some of you or Lan Mu?"

Wen Weiping said: "Lan Mu drank a pound last time and met my requirements."

Upon hearing this, Xu Meihong frowned and looked at Xu Ningyue and Wen Weiping for reproaching, "I said, how can you let your children drink a pound of white wine?"

Isn’t this scaring and teasing her son-in-law?

Xu Ningyue said: "How can I have a pound? Listen to his nonsense, Lan Mu drank at most half a pound."

Wen Weiping said coldly: "I don't have a pound today, so I can't pass my stance."
Chapter completed!