I messed up the Siheyuan

Following Hu Dacheng into the small building, Wang Ping discovered...

An Ran's mother, Lu Minghui, was wearing a home dress and an apron, standing in the hallway, waiting there.

"Auntie!..." Wang Ping said nervously, "You...

I really can’t take this responsibility!”

"What's there to be ashamed of?" Lu Minghui said with a smile: "You are Xiaoran's friend, it is my duty to greet you.

Come in quickly!

I have some soup here, it will be ready in a minute."

After saying that, she walked towards the kitchen.

At this time, An Youdao, dressed in casual clothes, walked out from the living room.

He waved at Wang Ping.

"Boy, don't just stand there, come here quickly."

At this moment, there was a small round table in the An family's living room.

There were already three dishes on the table.

A plate of spicy fried potato shreds, a plate of peanuts and a steamed carp.

There were also two sets of bowls and chopsticks and a bottle of Moutai liquor placed aside.

There were only two round stools next to the table.

Wang Ping, who followed An Youdao into the living room, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

It seems that there are only him and An Youdao at the table today.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look behind him, only to find...

I don’t know when Hu Dacheng disappeared.

"Alright!" An Youdao waved his hand, "Boy, stop looking.

Dacheng has his own place to go.

Today's drink is hosted by me, just for the two of us.

Come! ... Sit down!" He pointed to a stool beside the table.

After the two sat down, An Youdao first shouted towards the kitchen.

"Old lady, when will the soup be ready?"

"Coming! Coming!..." Lu Minghui responded while walking quickly from the kitchen with a small pot of soup.

Seeing this, Wang Ping quickly stood up and was about to greet him.

However, Lu Minghui refused again and again.

"No! No!..."

"Xiao Wang, just sit still."

After she put the soup on the table, she politely said to Wang Ping, "Your uncle An was in a hurry, so I just made a few dishes. I don't know if they suit your taste."

Wang Ping immediately turned into a flatterer and started to flatter the master crazily.

"Auntie, the food you cooked! I know it's delicious just by smelling it!"

"In the courtyard where I live, there is a chef from our factory who always brags that he is the 'successor of Tan's cuisine' and 'a master of Sichuan cuisine'!"

"That guy is so famous in our factory cafeteria with his cooking skills!"

“Sometimes, he even dares to challenge the factory leaders!”

"If you ask me, I will tell you!"

"That kid just didn't see the real God!"

"If he saw the dishes Auntie cooked, he would be so ashamed that he would find a hole to hide in."

"If nothing else..."

"Just looking at this spicy fried potato shreds you made can make people drool."

......

Wang Ping's unconditional praise made Lu Minghui smile from ear to ear.

At this time, An Youdao interrupted and said, "Boy, since you think your aunt's cooking is delicious, then you should try it first!"

"Uh!..." Wang Ping was stunned for a moment, and said a little embarrassedly: "Well... You haven't even started eating yet, how can I eat first!"

"No! No! No!..." An Youdao waved his hands and said seriously: "Today we are just having a small family dinner, there is no need to talk about those empty formalities.

Come on, boy!

Aren’t you drooling over this plate of shredded potatoes?

Then I will let you satisfy your craving today!"

Under An Youdao's persuasion and Lu Minghui's earnest gaze, Wang Ping still reached out his chopsticks, picked up some shredded potatoes, and put them into his mouth, despite having a bad feeling in his heart.

result...

An extremely salty taste started from his mouth and went straight to the top of his head, almost knocking him over.

Wang Ping endured the discomfort in his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed the food in his mouth.

Then, with great willpower, he controlled the muscles on his face and tried to make an expression of endless aftertaste, and said to Lu Minghui in admiration: "Auntie, this spicy fried potato shreds you made is so delicious.

It’s much better than the cook in our courtyard.”

"Good! Good! Good!..." Lu Minghui said happily: "Xiao Wang, it's delicious, just eat more!

You should accompany your Uncle An and have a couple more drinks.

I won’t accompany you.”

After she left, the expression on Wang Ping's face began to distort.

An Youdao, who was standing by, gave Wang Ping a sly smile, gave him a thumbs up, and said jokingly, "You are a talented guy!

Hahaha...

Okay, drink some soup and smooth it over!"

Since the other party said so, Wang Ping was no longer polite.

He quickly used a spoon to scoop himself half a bowl of soup and started drinking.

Seeing that Wang Ping looked better, An Youdao spoke again, "Boy, I wanted to treat you to a meal at noon today.

However, I received a sudden notice that there would be a meeting in the afternoon, so I had to rush there at noon.

There is no other way, I can only ask you to come over in the morning and have a couple of drinks with me."

"Uncle An!..." Wang Ping said politely: "It's okay!

I'm resting at home now and I'm always free.

Besides, I didn’t eat much for breakfast today, so it’s a good opportunity for me to come to your place to make up for it.”

After saying this, An Youdao frowned slightly, "Did Li Mu just go to your house to pick you up?"

"Yes, Uncle An."

"Why don't you go to work during working hours?" An You asked with a slightly dignified tone.

"This..." After hesitating for a moment, Wang Ping briefly introduced the particularity of the buyer's job.

Then, he talked about how he was given several days of paid vacation by the section chief because he helped the factory to urgently purchase a piece of wild boar meat.

Wang Ping's words made An Youdao a little confused.

After a long while, he came back to his senses and asked with a stammer, "Boy, that means...

You can rest peacefully at home in the next few days.

And your company still wants to pay you a full cent less?"

"That's it, Uncle An!"

"Ah!... This..." An Youdao asked hesitantly, "Is it appropriate for your factory to do this?"

Wang Ping smiled and calmly retorted: "Uncle An, if I go to work every day but cannot purchase the materials needed by the factory, the factory will probably be even more unhappy."

These words stunned An Youdao for a moment.

But then he burst into laughter and said, "Boy, you and I have a bad temper!"

As he said that, he picked up the bottle of Moutai and wanted to pour some for Wang Ping.

Wang Ping quickly stood up and tried to take the bottle.

As a result, An Youdao waved his hand and asked him to sit down again.

"Boy!"

"I'm going to treat you to a drink today!"

"so!"

"Even if you are a junior, I have to pour you the first glass of wine."