Huang Baocai, Mr. Liao and An Xiaosi rolled up their sleeves, lifted their chopsticks, and stared at the hot pot.

Han Zhihuan smelled the fragrant aroma of the ingredients in this environment, but he couldn't whet his appetite at all. He turned his head and saw himself in the mirror looking extremely pale.

He was - frightened - arrived!

"Third brother, get out! Third brother, it's ready to eat!" An Xiaosi was reluctant to turn his eyes away, staring at the pot, and calling Han Zhihuan.

An Xiaosi shouted "Third Brother" cordially and sincerely, Han Zhihuan held back the discomfort and stepped forward.

The small dining table against the wall can accommodate just four people. They deliberately reserved a place for Han Zhihuan to sit alone. Han Zhihuan is opposite Mr. Liao, and between him are Huang Baocai and An Xiaosi.

Han Zhihuan sat down, and the bowl in front of him had a crack from the edge of the bowl to the bottom of the bowl......

He still raised his chopsticks and bravely reached into the thin iron pot with different shades of color.

Taking a bite of the tofu skin that was sandwiched, Han Zhihuan tried to squeeze out a smile and praised the laborers.

"Making hot pot, I'm a must. It's just that I don't have any money, otherwise I'll open a hot pot restaurant and be on fire!" Huang Baocai shook his head and was very proud.

"I didn't expect a boy like you to be quite close to the people. Mr. Liao smiled at Han Zhihuan.

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Almost at the same time, the Han family was also having a meal.

Mrs. Han thought that dinner should not be later than half past five in the evening. If nothing else, they usually have dinner at a quarter past five.

Ahn straightened her back and had dinner with her sister Han Jingying and her newly recognized parents.

She is now quite accustomed to chewing and eating elegantly. Others may not know, but she knows very well who turned her from a rough and defensive little hedgehog into a beautiful and generous elegant woman.

She ate in silence, not speaking or answering.

She was a little depressed.

Father Han saw it in his eyes, and his heart was very uncomfortable. He was introspecting - he persevered in searching for twenty-three years, however, at the moment of discovery, the balance of his heart was still tilted! In order to stimulate the tiger nature of his adopted son, he chose to sacrifice the happiness of his own daughter.

And since the implementation of the "cat-tiger" plan, three weeks have passed. Han Zhihuan never came to "fight" with him. He also went through the mental journey of expectation, doubt, determination, and loss in turn.

Mrs. Han mocked him: "Stealing chickens doesn't make rice, and losing Mrs. and breaking the soldiers." ”

daughter Han Jingying is even more concise: "You deserve it!"

The youngest daughter, An Cairui, is the most tactful of them. But it was also the one who made him the most uncomfortable. An Cairui talked less, stopped laughing, and lost weight.

He knew that she was struggling with the "month" he had promised. Will she doubt Han Zhihuan's love for her in the bitterness? Will the two young people part ways because of his intervention?

People with an IQ of 141 expressed distress.

He thinks about it day and night, and the quality of his sleep is greatly reduced. The "jade face" that has been maintained for 20 years seems to be on the verge of falling apart. Mrs. Han applauded in surprise: "Finally a match with me, and I no longer have to worry about being suspected of eating tender grass from old cows." It is very unfair to a woman if a man is too well maintained, you don't make it (you know)! Women are born to age quickly, and you once caused me tremendous psychological pressure, and you can't make it!"

Okay, after doing it for a long time, only Mrs. Han was benefited.

An Cairui ate a small half bowl, and he couldn't eat it anymore.

The food on the table was too nutritious, she didn't exercise much at home, she barely felt the hunger, and the meal was only based on politeness or habit.

"I want to see my brother. An Cairui said. He looked down like a child who had been punished for doing something wrong.

"Yes, yes! Sister Liu, prepare a gift for An An. Da Zhang, you personally drive An An. Father Han hurriedly instructed the domestic servant as if he had received a holy decree.

An An didn't refuse, thanked her father, said "I'll go first" to her mother and sister, and left the table unhurriedly and with good manners.

An An sat on the wide-open Land Rover and drove out of Han's house smoothly.

Da Zhang took over An An's adoptive mother, so he didn't ask for the address. An Cairui didn't think much about it because she was full of worries.

When Dazhang stopped, she got out of the car, just like when she got into the car, her expression was a little dazed, her movements were light, and her expression was very melancholy.

Both feet hit the ground, subconsciously looked around the environment where he had lived for many years, and suddenly saw a familiar car, An An suddenly felt like a rabbit, pulled his feet and ran upstairs.

Da Zhang: "Miss! Wait for me! There is a gift in the trunk! I don't know what floor and room?"

An An ran too fast, and the negligence was gone. Huge fanfare. Even he wasn't sure if An An had listened to him.

That time to pick up An An's adoptive mother, he was waiting at the entrance of the alley.

Now it's still an alley, and there are several small dilapidated buildings in it, where can he find it?!

An An's heart suddenly beat in her chest, she hadn't been so excited for a long time. She hurried to 212, banging on the door with her hand and feeling for the key in her purse to open the door.

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There are four people at a table, like a storm, sweeping the dishes on the table!

The only one who maintains an elegant dining posture is Han Zhihuan alone. Two and three people, almost pouring food into their throats.

Han Zhihuan couldn't raise the momentum to eat, but seeing that they were eating so painfully, he didn't realize that he had eaten a lot.

The warmth returned to him, and he was much more relaxed than when he first came in.

Halfway through the hot pot, he was full. Afraid that they would be restrained, he reluctantly ate more, and when he saw that the line was about to end, he put down his chopsticks and watched them eat.

"As a man, you eat too little. Huang Baocai poured a mouthful of food while commenting on Han Zhihuan.

Mr. Liao kicked Huang Baocai under the dining table: "People are brain-moving people, can they be the same as manual laborers like you?"

"It's a brainstorm, and you have to eat more. It's so exhausting. Look at Xiao Si, he eats very well. The junior is also very good at studying, right?"

"He's different. He is a half-grown boy who eats poor old men. ”

Huang Baocai, who was suppressed, was not angry: "You know everything! By the way, I want to ask you something." You know everything, why don't you make money? Your nanny agency is closing, right? You can't afford to pay the rent, right?"

Mr. Liao blushed, unable to hold back a powerful rebuttal, so he simply gritted his teeth and chewed.

Speaking of which, after all, he offended Sister Wang, the housekeeper of the Liang Mansion, because he couldn't find An An for a long time. The loss of Liangfu, a big customer, is equivalent to cutting off two-thirds of his economic resources. His small one-person company (only one employee) soon became a bare-bones company, and even if he tried his best, he would not be able to afford to rent a mini-office.

The days when he was beaten back to his original form and hung a "nanny-housekeeping center" on the window of a residential house near the road beckoned to him not far away. He was ready to take it.

It's just that people can't be dismantled. Dead hair is small, which pot is not opened, which pot is mentioned. Damn it!

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. No, maybe the "slamming door" is more accurate.