After chatting for a while, Wang Dong over there also prepared the last dish and brought it to the coffee table in the hall: "The dish is ready. There are planes and high-speed trains all the way, and there is no time to eat. What's the breakfast?"

You must be starving, come on, wash your hands and eat."

Their house has a Sanyang layout. There is no independent dining room, and setting up a table is not in the way, so it is placed on the coffee table. However, this coffee table was made in those days and is not as short as today's. It is not as tall as a cat's waist when eating.

So uncomfortable.

Wang Yan stood up and helped bring the dishes to the coffee table. There were four people in total. They made eight hot dishes, cold dishes, stir-fries and stews, six of which were meat dishes, filling the coffee table.

Zhang Xia was still a little embarrassed: "I don't know what you like to eat, so I just made something casually to make do with it."

Wei Lan is nervous. She is even more nervous than Wei Lan. She is afraid that the girl will have opinions about what happens to her family. After the New Year, Wang Yan is already twenty-nine and will soon be thirty. She used to worry about her old worries, but now it is hard to make a difference.

Once, I had a daughter-in-law, and I couldn't let the girl pick anything on me.

Wei Lan was somewhat flattered by what he said: "That's great, Auntie, how can we have such a rich meal?"

On the coffee table there are either big plates or small pots with fish, seafood, elbows, butchered vegetables, this and that. How can I make do with it?

"That's not bad." Wang Yan pulled Zhang Xia with a smile: "Where can we eat such good food outside?"

"I'm not blaming you. If this girl Wei Lan hadn't come, you would have been able to eat something hot."

"Yes, yes, let's eat quickly. We have been hungry all day and we didn't eat much in the morning."

"Wang Yan, bring the wine I bought for my uncle." Wei Lan, who was on the side, noticed that Wang Dong was about to pour the white wine and quickly called Wang Yan.

"No, no, this wine is very good, very good."

"It was Wei Lan's wish. I brought it all the way back. Let's have some drink." Wang Yan got up and went to the pile of things at the door to look through it twice. Wang Yan took out a bottle of Moutai.

This thing has a good reputation, and almost everyone recognizes it. Moreover, the one Wei Lan bought was not Yingbin, Prince or something like that, but Feitian from Fifty-Three. One bottle cost 2,000 yuan, so she bought two bottles.

Wei Lan really put down the money and bought something worth more than 10,000 yuan. Wang Yan didn't know, otherwise he would definitely not let this girl do this. She really can't do it. Of course, Wei Lan's move really proved that she was interested in this.

A visit to the house was a sign of attention. Even if I brought him up, when the time comes to see his father-in-law, he will definitely be in a good position.

It's not that he was short of money, it was mainly because he thought that chicken feathers were useless in many of the things he bought, so it was fine. Especially the nutritional supplements that Wei Lan bought. His son, the Xinglin national player, came back this time to give them to his father.

What Mom does to recuperate the body is not much better than that thing. But I bought everything, it was always what others wanted, and he couldn't say anything, that's all.

Wang Yan is an ordinary family. His father can count the number of Maotai drinks he drinks on his fingers. Basically, he buys them when he comes home for the Chinese New Year after work. At this moment, when he saw the wine in Wang Yan’s hand, he said to Wei Lan: "You...

Girl, don’t be so polite in the future, I’ll drink all this wine in vain.”

Wang Dongping doesn't talk too much. According to current words, he is an honest person. He came from the village and worked hard all his life. He has few relatives and friends who are rich. Even if he does, he can't reach the level of others. His only understanding of Maotai is

Expensive, I don’t know what other degrees or varieties they are.

And since Wang Yan asked about the price of something he bought at work, he never asked again. It would make him upset if he asked too many questions, and he wouldn't listen to what Wang Yan said. It would be better to enjoy the filial piety of his son with peace of mind.

At this point, although Wang Dong's educational level is not very good and he only went to the third grade of junior high school, his tolerant attitude has always been an example for Wang Yan to learn from.

In comparison, Zhang Xia was not good enough. She asked about the trouble, and then kept asking, "Wang Yan, the eldest son, has nothing good to say. What she talks about every day is 'little bastard', 'prodigal son' and the like."

Anyway, I can't withdraw money. Wang Yan is not stupid. Of course, he can't tell the real price when he buys something. He estimates Zhang Xia's psychological price. But even if this is the case, it's not worth it.

', there is nothing interesting in her mouth.

Wang Dong and Zhang Xia have been together for thirty years, which may not be absolute, but their complementary personalities are an important factor.

Hearing Wang Dong's words, Wei Lan didn't know what to say. Wang Yan pulled his father to sit down: "What I said is not what I said in vain. It's all Wei Lan's intention. Come on, dad, I'll pour it for you."

, let’s have a drink together.”

Zhang Xia also felt that what Wang Dong said was wrong, but it was hard to get angry in front of Wei Lan, so she just gave the grinning Wang Dong a hard look, which probably made her suffer a lot at night.

"Girl, stop standing and sit down to eat." Zhang Xia pulled Wei Lan to sit down: "Looking at how thin you are, you should eat more. You often don't rush to eat this pot of meat outside."

Our family is authentic.”

"Thank you, Auntie." Wei Lan held the bowl, thanked her and took a bite. She hadn't tasted it yet, so she nodded: "It's delicious. Auntie, your craftsmanship is really good."

"This is just a home-cooked meal for me." Zhang Xia waved her hand modestly: "If it's delicious, you can eat more. You are responsible for what you eat. Treat it like your own home. Don't be polite."

Wei Lan nodded in agreement and chatted with Zhang Xia while eating. In addition, Wang Dong, the head of the family, made a few remarks from time to time, and Wang Yan, a master of lively atmosphere, enjoyed the meal.

But the bad thing is that even though Zhang Xia asked Wei Lan to do it herself, he still used one chopstick on the left and the other on the right to put it into the bowl. Wei Lan's physique is so good, even with a height of 1.7 meters, no

At a weight of one hundred and one, not to mention the large meat and fish dishes on the table, she would be full after not eating much. Faced with Zhang Xia's enthusiasm, she was too embarrassed to refuse, so she could only wink at Wang Yan.

Ask for help.

Wang Yan received the signal and reconciled with Zhang Xia with a smile, saying that he had eaten enough to satisfy himself. Zhang Xia started to eat by herself, still not satisfied.

In fact, Zhang Xia's cooking skills are pretty average. Although she has been cooking for thirty years, she has put in her efforts. How can she spend so much time studying how to cook delicious food? In addition, her talent may indeed be limited, and she has been cooking for thirty years.

I guess it's at a level of lv2.

In the past, when Wang Yan was young, his level was not as high as it is now. When he complained about the food not being delicious, he would always get Zhang Xia's "Starve to death, you little bastard. In the future, you can burn high incense without starving to death."

Yes, but still picky... blah blah blah".

It was already evening after a good meal and drink. After cleaning up, Zhang Xia took Wang Yan's room, spread the quilt, and took out the newly bought toiletries, so that they could have a good rest. Then she turned around and

He dragged the confused Wang Dong to his room and started talking nonsense. Of course, he also had to scold him...

Hearing the sound of the door closing in the room, Wei Lan lay down on the bed with an 'ouch': "I'm exhausted, I'm exhausted..."

Wang Yan smiled and closed the door: "You are just too polite. My parents are not very particular people."

"Then I'm afraid of leaving a bad impression on them..."

Wang Yan took out his notebook and sat at the small table that he had used for many years: "When you get home, you can take a good look at how I became brothers with your father."

Wei Lan rolled her eyes: "Just brag, I don't believe you're not nervous."

Wang Yan did not argue: "You have been tired for the whole day. When you are tired, just take a shower and go to bed. I have to work for a while."

Wei Lan responded, got up and quietly went to the bathroom to wash up. Of course, because of her embarrassment, Wei Lan made a quick decision and finished washing up much faster than usual. She went back to the house and lay down on the bed to click on her phone.

Reporting the situation to her parents. After all, the girl didn't go home during the Chinese New Year and went to her boyfriend's house. The old couple can't rest assured at home. They probably won't have a good year this year.

As for the busy Wang Yan, Wei Lan has long been used to it. It is crackling every day. Although she doesn't understand it, she can tell by the speed. And she has just started a business, so it is normal to be busy.

Wei Lan was indeed tired. After lying there and playing with her phone for a while, there was no movement for a while and she fell asleep.

Wang Yan continued his career there at a very fast speed. In the middle, Zhang Xia saw that the lights were not turned off and the door was opened to look at the situation. Seeing Wang Yan busy there, she didn't say anything.

It wasn't until after ten o'clock that Wang Yan got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. He returned to the room, turned off the light and lay down on the bed.

Wei Lan felt a familiar smell in her sleep and ran into Wang Yan's arms unconsciously.
Chapter completed!