Although Sister Lin was very gossipy, she didn't have any reaction to talk about Yingjie and Su Yan.

"Comrade Su Yan, Sister Lin, please come into the house, my eldest brother has been waiting for the two of you at home for a long time!"

Tan Yingjie was very gentlemanly and opened the iron gate for the two of them, and made a gesture of please.

After stepping into the courtyard, Sister Lin's gossip was all put away.

In fact, she was still a little afraid of talking about Yingdong in her heart, after all, he was the one who said that she was going to sue her, and when she thought that she might be punished by the law and be in prison because of this, Sister Lin couldn't help but feel cold all over her body.

She lowered her head and followed Su Yan into the living room, trying to weaken her sense of presence.

The reception hall is paved with beautiful marble tiles, and the ebony carved chairs are shiny under the orange and yellow crystal wall lamps on both sides, exuding a strong traditional Chinese charm.

After Tan Yingdong heard the sound, he got up from the sofa and looked at the person with a smile: "This is Comrade Su Yan that Sister Lin said, right?"

Su Yan smiled and nodded, stepped forward generously, stretched out his hand and said, "Hello Mr. Tan, I'm Su Yan, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

"I'm glad to meet you, too!

After Tan Yingdong held Su Yan's hand, he raised his hand to invite her to take a seat, and then his eyes fell on Sister Lin, who had been afraid to speak with her head lowered behind her, and said politely: "Sister Lin, you can also sit." ”

"Hey, okay, thank you, Mr. Tan!" After Sister Lin thanked her, she sat down next to Su Yan.

Tan Yingdong began to pour boiling water with familiar movements, ready to make tea to greet the guests, and Tan Yingjie turned around and gestured to the maid aunt at this time, signaling that she could cook rice balls.

"Comrade Su Yan, I have already heard Sister Lin say in the morning, but I didn't expect that the shredded pickles that I ate at Sister Lin's snack bar after returning to China last time were actually your mother's handiwork.

To tell you the truth, the reason why our brothers were willing to spend a thousand yuan to buy the recipe for pickles was actually related to our mother. ”

Su Yan nodded with a careful listener, smiled and asked, "I wonder if I can have the honor to hear your mother's story?"

Tan Yingdong didn't expect Su Yan to be so transparent, and a little mention of it knew that he had a story about his mother.

He continued to wash the teacup and teacup, and then said: "The two of us are natives of Huaguo, and we are local people of Qingcheng County.

My mother was a very kind and strong rural woman, and my father died young, and it was my mother who brought us brothers to adulthood.

When I was a child, our family's life was more difficult than that of ordinary families, because we were often bullied by others because we had no father, orphans and widows, but my mother was very strong, no matter how big the tribulation, she always taught us to have hope and smile at life.

One of my brothers' favorite dishes when we were children was pickled by my mother.

In fact, life was hard at that time, the conditions were not good, and I might not be able to eat a bite of fresh vegetables, so my mother often went to the market to pick up vegetables that people didn't want, and when she came back, she washed them and pickled them into pickles.

Those rotten vegetable leaves that people didn't want turned into a pickle that our brothers will never forget to this day under the skillful hands of our mother.

Comrade Su Yan, do you know how my brother and I felt when we ate your mother's pickled shredded pickles in Sister Lin's shop that day?

All the sounds were stuck in the chest at that time, we couldn't swallow it, we couldn't spit it out, we remembered it for a long time, and the taste was so similar to the taste of our mother in our memory!

A pickle that evokes all the memories of our mother, who has been deceased for seven years!

At that time, we thought about buying the recipe for pickles and adding it as a separate dish to the menu of our Chinese restaurant.

However, what I never expected was that Ms. Lin deceived me with a fake prescription. ”