Chapter Seventy-Five: Lonely Sycamore

"What are you talking about? Talking so energetically......"

Fei Fei originally went downstairs to greet the "Queen Mother", receive training, or do ideological work, but she didn't think about it, but it was to no avail.

But in order to ease the atmosphere, Fei Fei stretched out her hands and shook Jiafeng's shoulders.

"Seriously, is this at home?" The "Queen Mother" didn't even give her daughter face, and Jiafeng's treatment can be imagined.

How can such a scholarly man be paired with a spicy woman, the story seems to be a little different from the version of Da Feifei, can it be that Mr. Yang's three-inch tongue can be used lightly? Even if you can catch it, it's not Teacher Yang's dish, right? Or will the transition from girl to woman lead to a drastic change in temperament?

I have to ask Fei Fei when I go back, I don't know anything, I lose battles everywhere, I close my doors, and I hate you everywhere? Jiafeng feels like he can't hold on anymore!

What kind of chasing girls is this, isn't it pleasing the mother-in-law? It's more difficult than chasing girls, Jiafeng is like a primary school student, at a loss; Or Xiao Mao, if you pass Tingting's pass, what do you know about the war against your mother-in-law? However, those who are familiar with love history know that not everyone's version is the same, and they don't know where they encountered Waterloo.

For His Holiness, the next generation does not talk about the gains and losses of the elders, even if Teacher Yang's true inheritance is willing to be taught to Jiafeng, Jiafeng does not need to learn, because Fei Fei does not need to deal with it.

Fei Fei went to the kitchen to watch his father cook, and helped out for a while.

It can be seen that this family is the head of the "Queen Mother", but Mr. Yang still has the purity of an intellectual, does not bend his waist for five buckets of rice, and does not go to the street to sell "wine" (selling goods in stores).

It's Jiafeng's sixth inspiration again, and Xiaobei has something to say.

"Brother, eat biscuits" Xiaobei is the closest, if you want to judge who is the cutest person, it is well deserved, it is none other than Xiaobei.

In one sentence, "Dad never cooks, every day is made by Mom, and when Mom is busy at noon, she also buys food from the fast food restaurant next door."

Jiafeng was indescribably moved, and he couldn't be indifferent, so he had to help him.

With such a younger brother, what more could the husband ask for! But don't think about those worries, keep it simple...... People are in the rivers and lakes, who can transcend things and be proud of the world?

Even if Jiafeng wanted to go to the kitchen to help, he couldn't intervene; It's a shame to say that this is what Jiafeng is not good at, and the more he helps, the more he helps, he blocks Mr. Yang's way, and overturns Feifei's basin of water.

The table is not successful, but it is self-exposed, and it still has to be practiced eighteen kinds of martial arts, and there is always a place to use.

Fortunately, with Fei Fei, the sheltering god, if he is alone and brave the tiger's den in Longtan, he will basically be glorious (sacrificed).

An hour later, the meal was served; Teacher Yang sent Xiaobei to call Feifei's mother.

Wasn't it on the spot? Knowing his wife Mo Ruofu, Jiafeng doesn't dare to speculate; Not long after, Fei Fei's mother came down from upstairs and appeared.

The big scenes, small gatherings, eating, drinking and having fun on weekdays are Jiang Lang's strengths, but unfortunately, the objects are different, they have no experience, and they can't even open wine and greet them, and the guests are always helpless; Anti-customer-oriented, I'm afraid it has lost its sense of proportion.

"Xiaojia, it's rare to come and have a few drinks......" Mr. Yang opened a bottle of red wine, and it can be seen that he doesn't often drink this kind of wine, and it took a lot of effort to find tools to open the wine, and the red wine needs a corkscrew.

Don't have tools? Don't you drink it? Fortunately, Jiafeng is also considered a "wine" that has been tested, and he knows the tricks encountered in drinking, and uses a hard object to open or push the lid down, but unfortunately, the cork falls into the wine; It's harmless, adds some spice, and brings a little spice to the tense desktop.

Always be humble and polite, it's etiquette.

"Uncle, aunt, I don't drink......"

"If you are asked to drink, drink it, it seems that something is wrong with our family (the meaning of hospitality)...... "How polite is there also a smell of gunpowder?"

"Mom, Dad, let's have a drink together!" Fei Fei poured wine for several people; Xiaobei is a child, it is a drink, and everyone raised their glasses.

After eating it like this, it was not salty or light, and after groping and groping, Jiafeng couldn't wait to grow wings and fly away.

After cleaning up the table, Jiafeng arranged a home......

"Which hotel does the little family stay in at night?" Feifei's mother has given an eviction order, and Jiafeng wants to get up and say goodbye, where are you going?

Teacher Yang was born in the kitchen, "Let's let the small family live on the fifth floor, I haven't lived in it for a long time, Fei Fei will clean the ......"

"I'm too lazy to bother with you...... I went out...... "Fei Fei's mother seems to have some military affairs, and she has a lot of opportunities, so she went out, leaving a few people relatively speechless.

"Let's go upstairs...... Fei Fei took Jiafeng up to tidy up the room.

After Fei Fei sorted it out, she said that she was going down.

Jiafeng said, "Didn't your mother go out?" Sit down for a while...... It's boring. ”

"Rest well and go play tomorrow ......"

The god was mysterious, but he didn't dare to stay, and hurried down.

said that my mother would come back after going out for a long time, and she might come up, and her father was downstairs.

Jiafeng is like a traveler who is in a hurry to stay overnight, fortunately, it is not an inn, this is his girlfriend's warm home.

"Go up to the west building alone without a word, the moon is like a hook; Lonely Wutong Deep Courtyard, lock Qingqiu; Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful; Don't be a general taste, in the heart. ”

The afterglow of the lights of thousands of homes reflected each other on the roof, and in this way, in a foreign land, I slept silently for one night.