It was noon. He Xiyan, who had been sitting for more than an hour, was led into the Gu family's restaurant by Jiahang. In the dining room, there is a relatively rare square dining table, a dining table made of sour branch wood, which looks a little quaint, and there are two mahogany chairs on each side of the table, a total of eight chairs. At this time, there were already seven or eight dishes on the table, as well as some delicate pastries.

He Xiyan took a look, plus himself and Jiahang, a total of six people dined, including Jiahang's parents, as well as a nanny and a chef.

Yang Yun's face couldn't hide her excitement and excitement, and she was even too excited, and there were tears on her face that had not dried. She pulled her son's sleeve and let him sit close to her, while He Xiyan sat awkwardly next to Chen Jiahang, and the two sat on the side.

"Shao Qian...... Come, eat more. As soon as she sat down, Yang Yun sandwiched a large piece of roast goose meat into Jiahang's bowl.

"Mom didn't know that you came back today, and you didn't prepare your favorite roast mutton, so Mom asked Aunt Qin to buy it in the afternoon." Yang Yun kept putting vegetables into her son's bowl, waking up her nose while clipping. Happiness came too suddenly, and she couldn't adjust her emotions for a while.

Chen Jiahang handed a tissue to his mother. Then he patted his mother on the back.

He Xiyan sat aside, she moved her lips, wanting to say something to comfort Jiahang's mother, but she couldn't find the right words for a while, so she could only pick up chopsticks, put a small piece of winter bamboo shoots into her bowl, and then climbed a big mouthful of rice.

"Xiao Chen, you eat more vegetables!" Suddenly, a deep voice sounded in her ears, which was said by Gu Chengli, Jiahang's father on the side, who looked at He Xiyan with a faint look, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

He Xiyan turned his head to look at Jiahang's father, an old man who looked older than his actual age. "Thank you, uncle," she said politely.

"Where are you from? Xiao Chen, are you used to eating our dishes? Gu Chengli asked again. It was only then that he noticed the woman who had been brought back by his son.

"I ......" He Xiyan paused, and was speechless for a while, a trace of embarrassment flashed on her face, because she really didn't know where she was from.

"Dad, she is from Chenjia Village, Linxian County, the small village where I live."

On the side, Chen Jiahang answered for her.

He Xiyan smiled awkwardly, "Uncle, I'm not a picky eater. The dishes are delicious. ”

"That's good, remember to say what you want to eat, and let the master make it at night." Gu Chengli said lightly, and there was a shallow smile on the corner of his lips.

He Xiyan took another bite of food and said politely, "Thank you, uncle." ”

After eating this meal for nearly half an hour, He Xiyan was actually full, but he felt that it was not polite for him to leave the table early alone, so he could only accompany Jiahang and his parents to eat for a while.

After getting off the table, Jiahang went to the bathroom, and she went to the living room just now, and she had just sat down for a few minutes, and another cup of tea was handed to her, this time it was Jiahang's mother who handed the tea.

He Xiyan was stunned for a moment, and quickly got up, she blushed and took it a little embarrassed.

"Thank you, auntie." She said with a smile.

Yang Yun smiled the same, but that smile was a little deliberate.

"Xiao Chen, you brought your clothes, you don't want to go back to the hotel today, just stay at our house."