The dish was served quickly, and Zuo Qian's heart and liver hurt, this Nima spent my money after a meal! If you pretend to be Sven, it won't be wasted. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info how to say that the money has also been spent, let the stomach get back a little Ben!

He didn't care about anything else! he picked up the chopsticks and ate them violently, the one who gobbled them up like a starving ghost reincarnated. Zhou Jiajia's eyebrows jumped, and when she saw the mouthful of mustard juice, she wiped his mouth with a wet wipe, and said softly,

"Eat slowly. ”

Zuoqian swallowed a large mouthful of lobster meat, this lobster meat was chilled, and was flattened by a knife, this large piece of meat, crystal clear, is good-looking, and the taste is quite good, it tastes soo, very chewy. Seeing Zhou Jiajia wiping his mouth, he moved to the left to be happy! Don't mention it, just rush to this point, this is nearly a million flowers.

While eating, he also raised his eyebrows at his cousin, which was full of provocation.

"Xiao Qian, come, let's take a sip!" the old man raised the goblet, Zuo Qian hurriedly put down the chopsticks, swallowed the meat in his mouth, and hurriedly said,

"Uncle, where do you speak, how can there be a reason for the elders to respect the younger generations first, I respect you for this cup. Anyway, the two glasses touched, and when the left moved to clink glasses, he deliberately lowered the wine glass a little.

After drinking, Zhou Jiajia poured another third of the wine for Zuoqian. At this time, Zuo Qian also learned wisely, picked up the wine glass and toasted his aunt.

After a meal, the four of them chatted happily, and at the same time, Zuo Qian was respectful and good, and at the same time, he replied with knowledge, which made the old man like it very much. There is even a taste of seeing each other late. Zuoqian couldn't bear it, and what he didn't like the most was drinking with his elders.

Two words, awkward.

If it weren't for Zhou Jiajia, he wouldn't want to come here to serve others when he got wet.

"Xiao Qian! by the way, there is something I don't understand, my uncle said don't you mind!"

"Uncle, whatever you say, just say it. Zuoqian replied,

"Is that right, when I first saw you today, it looked like your foot was hurting?

"Oh! this thing!" Zuo Qian shook his head helplessly, and replied, "I played football yesterday! I kicked my foot and injured it, but it's not a big deal, and it will be fine in two days." ”

"Oh~!" The old man was relieved! He didn't want his future son-in-law to be a cripple, now that the problem was clear, he was also relieved, "By the way, Xiao Qian, I don't know what you do?"

Here it is! Every parent must ask when they see their son-in-law. "Uncle, I'm just a literary creator, writing at home. Zuo Qian replied modestly, saying that this is a book, how to say it, after all, Zhou Jiajia has cooperated with him, so he will take it out and talk about it, as for football, Zuo Qian never thought about it, asking him to play football as an otaku, it is better to write a manuscript at home, play games, and watch anime.

As for football, whoever likes to play plays, he is unwilling to serve anyway, and as soon as the task is over, he immediately dissociates himself from this broken football.

However, at this time, Zuo Qian remembered Lu Junwen, alas~! What a second person! Suddenly a little reluctant. However, when he thought that even after leaving football, the two could still keep in touch often, he didn't mind that way anymore.

"Literary creation? This is good! Do you write a book?" the old man obviously did not stop if he did not break the casserole. This is completely afraid that his baby daughter will be deceived, as a parent, who is not nervous about his children?

Zuo Qian could also understand, and said, "I didn't write anything, just two books, a madman's diary, and a legend of Sword and Fairy." ”

He doesn't hide it, there's nothing to hide about these things, Zhou Jiajia is by his side!

But what is the saying: Ninety-nine out of a hundred literati are poor. Poor scholars, poor scholars, this has been the case since ancient times.

Zhou Jiajia's parents didn't mind very much when they heard this, after all, they didn't want to find any rich and noble sons, golden beetle sons-in-law! If such a person was the case, they were really not at ease. The people who play with women the most in this world are those who play with the big and young flowers.

The cousin sitting next to him showed a sneer.

Literary creation? It sounds very high-end! But how many people can make money? How many people can make a fortune? How many people can be famous?

Most writers, I'm afraid, can't even support themselves. A while ago, there was news that a writer in his thirties was in a 10-square-meter room and had been immersed in writing, but who was going to appreciate it?

In the end, he hung up because of hunger.

However, Zhou Jiajia's parents considered it differently, and they chose a son-in-law, first of all, based on morality. And people like Zuoqian have both culture and education, at least that's what they think in their hearts, so that they are very satisfied with Zuoqian. When asked about the situation at Zuo Qian's family, Zuo Qian didn't know what to say.

What he is most afraid of now is to ask this, after all, in this world, he has no relatives, where can he go to find his parents? If he said that he had no parents, I don't know why, a touch of inferiority suddenly rose in his heart. There is a saying, how do you say that there is a father and no mother?

Although his parents are still alive, they are a single-parent family, his father is his father, but his mother is his stepmother. In this life, he doesn't even remember what his own mother looks like.

Seeing Zuo Qian's sad face, Zhou Jiajia didn't know why, and suddenly felt a pain in her heart. Her parents also saw it, and quickly changed the topic at that time.

Because they have all heard the saying that nine out of ten true literary writers have unfortunate lives.

It is precisely because of this misfortune that he was created.

If a person is born in the ocean of happiness and does not know the warmth and coldness of the world, how can he write literary works that make people reflect and enlighten?

The exception to this is that of the inherently melancholy type, even though surrounded by happiness, but stabbed by it.

Just like the words of Osamu Dazai, a generation of literary giants, he is even afraid of happiness, and touching cotton will also hurt him, and he will even be hurt by happiness.

Of course, Zuo Qian has nothing to do with these at all, although he is not very happy in life, and he has never even met his mother, but he lives a very happy life.

His wise words are - live in the moment, people, as long as you are happy.

Soon, Zuo Qian adjusted his mood, and his smile resurfaced.

After a while, the dishes on the table were eaten cleanly, and Zuo Qian touched his stomach with satisfaction. Zhou Jiajia accompanied him with a crimson little face, and wiped his mouth for him.

And Zuo Qian Nasao Bao closed his eyes slightly with a look of enjoyment, as if he was enjoying it very much in this delicate atmosphere.

Zuo Qian chatted with the second elder for a while, and after seeing that the time was not early, Zuo Qian spoke first, "Uncle, aunt, it's not too early, I'll send you back, right?"

"Okay!" Zhou Jiajia's parents nodded in agreement, and they were very satisfied with this "son-in-law" when they met this time.

At this time, the little cousin, who had been silent, suddenly spoke with a sinister smile,