Uncle Chen personally guided them and opened the door for them, there was nothing to do with the welcome lady who followed behind him, Uncle Chen did it alone, one-stop service!

Tang Yiling followed behind her mother, and together with Xiaodong, they crossed the dense and lively morning tea restaurant.

Tang Yiling only knew that at this point in the morning, the roads in the city were still very clean, after all, modern people get up late, unlike ancient times, the rooster crows and gets up.

It's just that she couldn't imagine that the restaurant would be crowded with so many people at eight o'clock in the morning, eating breakfast and drinking morning tea.

The kitchen really has a rooster crow, so I got up and prepared, it seems that in this civilized era, there are also people who get up early and work hard.

Presumably, in the ancient Qinglou, it was also like this, it was crowded with people day and night, but it was crowded with lustful ghost men!

Following the passage, turning a few corners, they finally reached the end of the corridor.

Tang Yiling followed Uncle Chen and his father into the box, and the waiter casually helped them close the door, separating the noise of people on the table outside in the lobby, and the box was gradually quiet, and even listening to it was not so tiring.

Their sister and brother, as well as Tang's father and Tang's mother, met Aunt Chen in the box, and there was another cordial greeting.

There was only Aunt Chen in the box.

When Tang Yiling saw Aunt Chen, he put his hands in front of him, and subconsciously bent his knees to "salute".

Tang Yiling glanced left and right, even though she knew that this was a modern box, not an ancient one, but her body still didn't stop the car, and she was bending her knees to salute Aunt Chen.

Seeing this, Aunt Chen looked at it, but presumably this was probably the Tang family's engagement "etiquette", after all, the Tang family had a strict family education, so she came over and held Yi Ling's hands with both hands, and the two smiled.

Tang Yiling was so nervous that she hurriedly turned around to see her parents and the others, fortunately, they seemed to be busy looking for a place to sit with their heads down, and they didn't see her embarrassing behavior of "saluting" Aunt Chen, so she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Aunt Chen with a smirk.

"Aunt Chen is good." Tang Xiaodong said hello and sat down.

Tang Yiling, who was smiling awkwardly, immediately followed and called "Aunt Chen" when she heard the words.

"Alas, alas, Aunt Chen hasn't seen your sister and brother for a long time......" Aunt Chen smiled and nodded at Tang's mother to show the greetings between the prospective in-laws.

The habits of Qingshan City, the wives who have a bit of identity, are all called Aunt What.

Ordinary women are casual and will not be restrained, but Aunt Chen is a face-conscious person after all, so she can't be wrong.

The common sense of the original host's life is also some of which are not, and some of them require her to concentrate and think hard before her mind pops up.

In terms of women's titles, there are also ignorant people in Qingshan City, who will call them "aunt", and with an extra "A", it looks like a servant, vulgar.

But Tang Yiling was very cautious, and before she figured out how to call it, she waited for Xiaodong to speak, and then she herself followed and said, "Aunt Chen is good." ”

She looked at this Aunt Chen carefully, compared to Mother Tang, Aunt Chen was dyed and permed over the top of her curly hair, and she could see a little white hair, and she looked older.

After all, Tang's mother is younger Tang Zhiyuan is more than ten years old, and she must be much younger than Aunt Chen.

On the large round table, delicate dishes and chopsticks were already neatly placed, but the table was still empty, and it was obvious that the Chen family was waiting for their family to arrive before starting to make breakfast.

"Yi Ling, Xiaodong, sit, sit, sit down, sit down and have a good chat." Aunt Chen decently invited Yi Ling to sit down.

Aunt Chen, who has permed and dyed delicate curly hair, saw her daughter-in-law Tang Yiling, who was preparing to pass through the door, was born as beautiful as a flower, and she was both talented and beautiful, the Chen family and the Tang family were absolutely right, the daughter of the richest family in Qingshan City, I saw her differently just now, and this future daughter-in-law is really full of cultivation.

Being able to marry such a daughter-in-law is a blessing for the Chen family!

Tang Yiling faced Aunt Chen's warm hospitality, her eyes and neck, subconsciously bowed her head slightly to Aunt Chen, and responded with a polite smile before slowly sitting down in the chair.

After sitting down, she continued to remind herself that she had come to the modern era, not the backward ancient times, and that she did not need to be restrained, but she still sat very upright, with a stiff smile on her face.

"Let's get early." When Uncle Chen received this family, he immediately asked the VIP waiter to start breakfast.

"What about Chen Hailin?" Tang Yiling's mother asked Aunt Chen with concern.

"Sister-in-law, don't care about him, he goes to find what Yi Ling likes to eat, he has all his strength, let him toss, we will eat ours." Uncle Chen replied with a smile.

Only Chen's mother knew that Chen Hailin was forced by herself to make salmon sushi for Tang Yiling, and Chen's mother always knew that Tang Yiling liked to eat salmon sushi.

This is the unbearable heart of Chen's mother.

Chen Hailin, the son, met the Tang family, a good family, and he didn't know how to communicate his emotions carefully.

In some aspects, Chen Hailin is indeed not competitive enough, soaking in the leisure bar all day long to play games, playing online games day and night, how do you know that Tang Yiling likes to eat salmon, this stupid son!

That is, the son's head is not bright enough, and the mother and father have to be more powerful, and the proportion of singles in this era is soaring, and there are very few good girls!

Tang Xiaodong sat between his father and his mother.

Tang Yiling was sandwiched between Aunt Chen and her mother, but there was an empty seat on her left, which was obviously reserved for the subject to sit.

She put aside the ancient habits of life in her mind, pulled her soul back, and returned to this box.

She exhaled a long breath······

She sat only one-third of the chair, straightened her waist, turned her head to take a closer look at the relationship between Aunt Chen and Uncle Chen, compared to the relationship between her own father and her new mother, of course, her Tang Yiling's father and mother were more affectionate.

Tang Yiling was not too dissatisfied with the engagement, but was full of expectations, hoping to get married according to her parents' wishes, as long as she was not the kind of playboy, her appearance was ordinary, and her figure was inferior, she didn't care, her appearance was not important, her inner character was the most important.

"Waiter, remember to serve the bird's nest first, thank you." After Aunt Chen whispered to the waiter in the box, she turned her head and looked at Tang Yiling with a smile.

"Okay." The full-time waiter in the box operated the menu that was required to be served first at the order service machine.

Aunt Chen saw that today's Tang Yiling had a little more "different" atmosphere, and there were more indescribable restraints, probably because she was about to get married, and she was more restrained, which should be, after all, she was going to start a family.

It's good, it's good.

Aunt Chen bent down and stretched out her hand again, crossed the empty seat, and took Tang Yiling's white hand: "Yiling, the chef of this restaurant, said that he went abroad to build his cooking skills. This chef's blood swallow is top-notch, how sweet and smooth, you will know when you taste it later. ”

"Hmm." Tang Yiling squeezed out a smile, stiffened his neck, put his hands in front of his knees, and bowed his head slightly in response.