President, please give me a hug

Qibao snorted coldly and folded his arms around his chest, thinking that wanting him to be close to him would still dislike him in all kinds of ways, if it wasn't for this ice cube face being a big money lord, he wouldn't be happy even if he carried a palanquin for eight people to ask him to hug his thigh.

He went outside, sat on the steps at the door, tore off the weeds in the crevices of the steps, and broke them into pieces as if venting his anger.

Half an hour later, Uncle Qi came out with the prepared seafood, wiped his hands on the apron, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Young Master Jun, come and taste the seafood I cooked, it tastes very good."

Jun Yichen folded the drawing, put it in his pocket, and walked to the dining table, braised fish, spicy squid, garlic shrimp, and a plate of green vegetables.

Uncle Seven took two beers from the refrigerator, and put one of them in Jun Yichen's hand. Seeing that he was slow to move his chopsticks, he thought it was because the dishes were not to his liking, so he kept persuading him, "Not to his liking? Let's This kind of countryman cooks as long as it is cooked, and there is nothing particular about it.”

Jun Yichen gave a "hmm", picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of squid and put it in his mouth.It's not that the dishes are not to your liking, it's that you have to wait for everyone to eat before starting, after all, this is someone else's place.

The umami and spiciness of the squid are combined, and the taste is captured instantly. It is obviously very spicy, but the more Jun Yichen eats it, the more he enjoys it.

Uncle Seven was relieved to see that he kept picking up squid, and put some other dishes into Jun Yichen's bowl.Glancing towards the door, Qibao was still sitting at the door, as if he was angry with someone.

It's rare to come back, I can't see anyone all day long, and I can't even have a good meal with him, and I quarrel if I don't speak three words.

Withdrawing his gaze, he sighed, secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and took a sip of wine to cover up the sadness in his heart.

Jun Yichen saw Uncle Seven's expression changed, glanced at the door, and shouted: "How long are you going to sit there, how can you still have the money to negotiate terms with me if you're starving to death?"

Anyone who heard these words would find it harsh, but Qibao walked into the room in a panic after hearing this, saw a pair of unused bowls and chopsticks, caught some small shrimps, and ate them with relish.

Uncle Qi saw how he was devouring, and felt that there were fewer dishes to cook, so his voice was a little choked, and he said, "I'll get some more dishes to go with the wine."

"Is there any shredded chicken?" Qibao said suddenly, his father's skill in cooking is getting better, but these dishes are not as delicious as Aunt Niu's shredded chicken.

Uncle Qi took off his apron silently, put his hand into his pocket, checked that the money and cigarettes were in his pocket, took a bunch of keys from the nails on the wall, and walked out.

Hearing the sound of the lock being unlocked, Qibao confirmed that his father was gone, poured wine for Jun Yichen, and said with a smile on his face, "I'm sorry for what happened just now, don't worry about your lord having a lot. This glass of wine is just a cup of wine. If I apologize to you, I will do it first and respect it."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, and filled another glass, but Jun Yichen didn't seem to want to sell him this face, and just ate the food in the bowl quietly.

For a while, the atmosphere became very awkward, but Qibao is the kind of dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, and he can't learn to behave well after being scalded. "Young Master, what do you mean by opening this Yuanhai Village project?"

Jun Yichen put down his chopsticks, and couldn't help mocking this person in his heart, sending his father away just to cover his words.It turns out that money will really destroy people's conscience. In front of money, any family affection, love, and money are fucking shit.

Unfortunately, he didn't want to talk about this topic, took some tissues to wipe his mouth, and sat on the sofa beside him.Eating with this kind of person is really off-putting. I regret that I shouldn't be bothersome just now, and I want to let the father and son sit down and have a good meal.