There were seven or eight bags of clothes alone, not to mention any milk, fruit, toiletries, messy.

It's not that Zhou Yiran hasn't seen others give gifts, it's really the first time he's seen Rong Zheng's simple, rude, and straightforward practice of buying everything once.

However, this also shows that Rong Zheng attaches great importance to his mother, and he is still very satisfied with this.

"Mom, come out and take a look, these are the things my brother-in-law bought for you. ”

Zhou resolutely shouted into the kitchen at the top of his voice, and his address to Rong Zheng changed from feeding back to brother-in-law.

It's not that these things can easily change his mind, at least in front of his mother, he still has to pretend, otherwise his mother will be worried.

"What's the matter, I'm still stir-frying, why are you shouting so hard!" Zhou's mother came out with a shovel and asked Zhou Yiran dissatisfied.

Zhou Yiran held back a smile and pointed to a bunch of things on the coffee table, "Look, this is all bought for you by my brother-in-law." ”

"Isn't this what your brother-in-law painted?"

Zhou's mother originally thought that these were all raw materials and materials that Rong Zheng used to paint, and so many things were actually bought for her?

"Of course not, these are the clothes and shoes that my brother-in-law bought for you, food and clothing, and things to brush your teeth and wash your face. My brother-in-law just emptied a shopping mall!"

Mother Zhou rubbed her hands, flipped through the bags, and her face ached, "What do you say your brother-in-law is doing so much!

"Oh, Mom, since my brother-in-law bought it for you, you can use it. That's not enough money for my brother-in-law's paintings. ”

When Zhou's mother heard this, she hurriedly sat on the sofa and asked Zhou Yiran with wide eyes, "How can your brother-in-law's paintings earn so much money?"

"Yes, my brother-in-law is a well-known painter, and a painting costs tens of thousands, to say the least. It's a little more expensive, hundreds of thousands!"

These are also things that Zhou Yiran only learned after he arrived here, Rong Zheng's current fame has not yet reached the national scope, but he is a well-known painter in this city.

"That's pretty much the same, otherwise hand over your sister to him, how can I rest assured about your mother. ”

I thought Xiao Ling was lying to them, who would have thought that he could make so much money with a few strokes!

The people in this city really don't understand, and if she were to ask her, they would definitely not want to spend so much money on a painting that would not do anything.

In fact, Zhou Yiran's understanding of Rong Zheng is biased, Rong Zheng's paintings can indeed sell so much, but there are few people who like to collect paintings after all, and it is impossible to sell one painting.

The main source of income is still by teaching people art.

The two were talking when suddenly a mushy smell came from the kitchen.

Mother Zhou patted her thigh, and her face changed greatly, "It's broken, it's broken, there's still tofu in the pot!"

As he spoke, he rushed into the kitchen, only to see that the tofu in the pot had become a black paste, and there was still tofu.

"Oh, it's a waste, it's a waste!"

Mother Zhou was distressed to death, but it was impossible to take out this blackened tofu for her uncle to eat, right?

Although she was distressed, she could only pour it, but fortunately, she had done all those expensive dishes.

Zhou Ling smelled the burnt smell, glanced at Rong Zheng and the two, and tacitly returned to their previous state.

Neither of them said a word about the Cold War at noon.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Zhou Ling asked anxiously, Zhou's mother waved her hand and said, "It's okay, the tofu is scorched." It just so happened that you guys came out, and I finished the dishes, so let's come over and eat. ”

"Well, good. ”

This suddenly smelled burnt, and Zhou Ling almost thought that there was a fire somewhere in the house.

Zhou's mother came out with the best dish she had prepared, and Zhou resolutely helped with the dishes and chopsticks, but Rong Zheng sat in the position and wanted to help do something but couldn't do it, and couldn't sit still.

The square white dining table is full of neat and tidy dishes. Braised fish, steamed hairy crab, sweet and sour pork ribs, each dish is very appetizing at a glance, making people appetizing.

Zhou Yiran couldn't wait to sandwich a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, and it was finished in a few clicks, and he squinted his eyes with satisfaction when the soup on the first floor was full.

"Mom, your food is delicious!

"Eh, before the co-authorship, you praised me and coaxed me?"

Infected by this warm atmosphere, Zhou Ling rarely relaxed, and his mood was also a lot happier.

She glanced at Zhou Yiran and said angrily.

Zhou Yiran hurriedly explained, "I mean, sister, your cooking is also delicious, it is better than those chefs, and it belongs to the elite level." But my mom, that's a master!"

"Go, this sycophant is for you! I can't stop you when I eat!"

Mother Zhou scolded, but the smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't be stopped.

Rong Zheng watched the three of them get along warmly, and suddenly felt a sense of envy.

It was a feeling he had never experienced before, strange yet yearning!

"Rong Zheng, don't just look at it, hurry up and eat! What about this table of dishes, if you don't eat it, it will be cold!"

Zhou's mother also noticed Rong Zheng, but felt that he had been holding on to the food in front of him and didn't eat much, so she hurriedly asked him to eat more.

"Well, okay. Auntie's craftsmanship is so good. ”

This is not Rong Zheng's deliberate boasting, Zhou's mother's craftsmanship is indeed very good. Even he, who doesn't usually pay much attention to appetite, finds it delicious and can't stop eating at all.

The meal ended in such a warm environment, and Zhou resolutely volunteered to wash the dishes. But Zhou's mother pulled Zhou Ling to her master bedroom to talk.

Rong Zheng saw that the mother and daughter were going to talk, so he didn't bother, and followed him to the kitchen to help Zhou Yiran clean up.

In the bedroom, Zhou's mother pulled Zhou Ling to sit on the edge of the bed, and her eyes kept looking at the decorative structure inside.

"This house is really good, Xiao Ling, you have been talking to Rong Zheng for so long, why are you not ready to get married?"

Zhou Ling had a headache and said helplessly: "Mom, the two of us are busy with work now, where is this time to prepare for marriage." ”

When I didn't have a boyfriend, I urged a blind date, but now I have a boyfriend who is urging me to get married. is to get married, I am afraid that I will start to have children again.

"Look at you, you prevaricate me with your work every time. No matter how busy you are with this work, you won't even get married? You're not young now, and it's going to be hard to have a baby in a few years. I've heard that an elderly woman can be guilty of giving birth!" Zhou's mother looked dissatisfied.

In her cognition, when a woman is old, she has to get married and have children, so that it can be regarded as a complete life.

Xiao Ling saw that she was already over thirty, and other people and children of her age could make soy sauce! How could she not be in a hurry?