August 28th.

Li Jianghe got up early and drove the Passat to Liujia Town.

I went to a gold store and got the bracelet back two days ago.

Money can make the world go round, but you will not deceive me.

One month was shortened to two weeks, and Li Jianghe felt that the workmanship was still good.

He originally wanted to prepare a bouquet of roses, but gave up after thinking about it. He felt that it would be a bit frivolous to hold a bouquet of roses when he came to the door for the first time.

And a birthday is not a proposal after all.

He just asked the staff of Liujia Town Milk Tea Shop to order a birthday cake for Ruan Xiang in advance.

Li Jianghe knew without thinking that Ruan Xiang would be reluctant to order the cake.

However, eating longevity noodles on birthdays is considered an orthodox custom here, and eating cakes is still a relatively Western habit now.

In the 1970s, eating cake on birthdays gradually became popular in Pingjing.

When Li Jianghe set out, it was dawn and there were few cars on the road.

He first went to the farmer's market in Liujia Town and bought two fresh fish, plus a packaged sweet-scented osmanthus duck brought from Yingtian, before he came to visit.

The address was determined in advance.

Ruan Xiang's house is also an old building. It used to be a family building for employees of state-owned enterprises. It was good when it was first built. However, it has been more than 20 years and it is a bit old.

There are no state-owned enterprises in Liujia Town now, but fortunately, these former state-owned enterprise employees can still live here.

The walls in the corridor can be seen everywhere with children's graffiti and small advertisements for door unlocks and toilets.

The corridor was also a bit dark and cramped, and some bicycles were pushed up, perhaps because they were afraid of losing them.

Li Jianghe remembered that it was the fifth floor, the door on the right.

The house has six floors in total.

Standing outside the door, Li Jianghe took a few deep breaths.

I rehearsed what I should say when opening the door.

Originally, fish and ducks were carried in one hand, but he carried them all in his left hand, leaving his right hand free to knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong", the knock on the door was like the sound of his heartbeat.

"Come, come, who is it?", the voice came from the door that was not very soundproof.

It was a male voice, and Li Jianghe was probably Ruan Xiang’s father.

His mind is a little blank.

"Click", the door was opened.

A middle-aged man's face poked out the door.

A few silver hairs have sprouted from his hair. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes. He is not black. It can be seen that when he was young, he may have been a handsome boy from all over the country. He has a normal body shape and is more than half a head shorter than Li Jianghe.

"Hello, uncle," Li Jianghe swallowed, but was still nervous, "I am Ruan Xiang's boyfriend, and I'm here to celebrate Ruan Xiang's birthday."

"Jiang He, please come in quickly." To Li Jianghe's expectation, Ruan Xiang's father was still very enthusiastic.

"Xiangxiang told us before that you were coming." Ruan Xuehong showed a smile on his face. He took a pair of slippers from the shoe rack nearby and said, "These are your slippers. No one has worn them yet."

"Thank you, uncle." Li Jianghe, who was meeting his girlfriend's parents for the first time in his life, blushed slightly.

It's the first time in life.

"This is for you." Li Jianghe, who was always articulate, didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only explain: "Uncle, it's just a little bit of my thoughts."

"Hey, come on, bring anything." Ruan Xuehong took the fish and sweet-scented osmanthus duck and shouted toward the back room: "Xiangxiang, Jingqiu, the river is coming."

In fact, there was no need to shout, Ruan Xiang and Zhao Jingqiu heard the noise and came out of the house.

Ruan Xiang's face is also red, and he is wearing a large pajamas with a bear pattern, which is inexplicably cute.

"Cough", Li Jianghe didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Jingqiu, go get my tea leaves, Xiangxiang, please tell Jiang He to sit down." Ruan Xuehong, who was also encountering his "aunt" for the first time, was not as calm as he seemed on the surface, but he still reacted and started to make plans:

"I'll put the fish in the kitchen first."

Li Jianghe put on his slippers and sat on the old sofa next to the coffee table.

"Jiang He, don't be restrained," Zhao Jingqiu said in a gentle voice with a demure personality: "Auntie will make you a cup of tea. Do you want Biluochun, Oolong, or black tea?"

"Auntie, I can do it myself." Li Jianghe stood up quickly, took the kettle from Zhao Jingqiu's hand, and said, "Biluochun is good."

"Then drink this. This is what the workers in your Uncle Ruan's factory keep for themselves. Drink it with confidence." Zhao Jingqiu took out a small plastic bag from under the coffee table and handed it to Li Jianghe.

Li Jianghe took the tea bag, poured out some tea, and brewed it.

He and Ruan Xiang looked at each other. Ruan Xiang rubbed his hands and turned his attention to the steaming teapot on the table.

At this time, Ruan Xuehong also came over and sat on the sofa, and Li Jianghe felt a lot of pressure.

"Jiang He, uncle will show you his skills at noon and make a fish in sour soup, guaranteed to be authentic," Ruan Xuehong joked while looking at Li Jianghe.

We have mentioned that the handsome Li Jianghe looks a little handsome when he puts on suitable clothes.

His temperament also tends to be gentle, and although he likes to joke and make jokes sometimes, in this relatively serious situation, he looks very serious.

Moreover, this kind of formality when meeting parents for the first time also made Ruan Xuehong feel that he was not just playing around.

In short, Ruan Xuehong's first impression of Li Jianghe was good.

"Thank you, uncle." Li Jianghe felt that his speech was so stupid, and hurriedly added: "I can also help. I often help my parents cook at home."

What Li Jianghe said is true. His cooking skills are at least above average.

"Hey, how can we let guests cook?" Zhao Jingqiu said with a smile: "Jiang He, just chat with Xiangxiang here. Your uncle Ruan moved here from Qiangui, and he makes sour food."

The fish soup is delicious.”

"Then I'm in for a treat," Li Jianghe continued, "I also ordered a cake for Xiangxiang, and I'll go to the store to get it later."

"It cost you money, Jiang He." Ruan Xuehong suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He had never bought a cake for Ruan Xiang in so many years.

Men, once they are not capable enough to fully shoulder the burden of the family, sometimes they will be very humble.

"By the way, Jianghe, when did you and Xiangxiang meet?" Zhao Jingqiu changed the topic and started chatting normally.

"Yes." Li Jianghe glanced at Ruan Xiang and replied, "I have known him since the first semester of my freshman year."

"Oh, you two are both professionals." Zhao Jingqiu nodded. No matter what, the classmates were relatively knowledgeable.

Zhao Jingqiu and Ruan Xuehong were not embarrassed to ask about the specific situation of Ruan Xiang and Li Jianghe, so they naturally had to ask at this time.

"No, I am studying marketing, but I will transfer to the School of Liberal Arts next semester," Li Jianghe explained.

"Jiang He, can I still change my major?" Ruan Xuehong joined the chat.
Chapter completed!