Only children in Siheyuan make choices. I want them all.

Wu Lingyu immediately got angry and asked angrily, "Dad! What are you talking about? Jianjun finally came here, why are you making things difficult for him?"

Zhang Jianjun didn't want to make things too embarrassing, so he tried to smooth things over with a smile.

"Uncle Wu is right. The things I brought today are a little shabby. As the saying goes, a gift of a goose feather from a thousand miles away is worth more than the sentiment. This is my little token of my love. I hope Uncle Wu won't despise it."

Father Wu still had a dark face and snorted coldly, "Humph! It's true that a girl can't be kept at home when she grows up. Well, whoever made me have this daughter, come in!"

Wu Lingyu saw that Zhang Jianjun looked unhappy, so he whispered to comfort him: "Jianjun, don't be angry, my dad is just like this. He is actually a good person."

Zhang Jianjun nodded, thinking, aren't you talking nonsense? He is your father, of course he is good to you, but he is not good to me at all. He actually showed me his power as soon as he entered the door. It turns out that father-in-law and son-in-law are natural enemies!

After entering the house, Wu's mother politely brought out various fruits and snacks from the kitchen, and said to Zhang Jianjun with a smile: "Jianjun, just help yourself to some fruits. Auntie, I will go cook now."

Zhang Jianjun smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Auntie."

"Don't be too restrained, kid. It's just like being home here. You can chat with your Uncle Wu first. Auntie won't disturb you." After saying this, Mother Wu turned and went into the kitchen.

Father Wu took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and gave one to Zhang Jianjun.

Zhang Jianjun didn't think much about it. He reached out to take the cigarette, lit it with a lighter, and then took a deep puff.

Unexpectedly, Wu's father slammed Huazi on the table and asked with a dark face: "How old are you this year, kid? You are more skilled in smoking than me. Tell me the truth, how many years have you smoked?"

Zhang Jianjun was speechless for a moment, thinking to himself, you, old man, are nosy about so many things, you even have to control my smoking.

"It wasn't long before I started to learn how to do it. My co-workers always gave me cigarettes during their breaks, and I learned how to do it after a while."

Father Wu's expression eased a little after hearing this, and he took out a cigarette and lit it for himself. "Ling Yu! Go to the kitchen and help your mother. I have something to say to this kid."

"Dad! I don't want to go. I want to chat with you." Wu Lingyu didn't want to go, so he started to act coquettishly.

"No! Go now and don't make me angry." Wu's father slammed the table, and Wu Lingyu was so scared that he hurried to the kitchen.

Zhang Jianjun suddenly felt a huge pressure. He knew that Wu's father was going to increase the intensity on him. If he couldn't stand it, Wu Lingyu's marriage would probably be ruined.

As expected, Wu's father spoke with a bang. "What do your parents do? How many children are there in your family? What is your current job? How much do you make a month? Do you have all the three turns and one ring and thirty-two legs ready? Whose truck did you drive yesterday?"

The so-called three turns, one sound and thirty-two legs refer to sewing machines, bicycles, watches, radios, sofas and furniture.

"My parents have passed away, and I am the only one left at home. I work as a worker at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. My family has a bicycle, and I have a watch, but we don't have a sewing machine or a radio. The truck was lent to me by someone else." Zhang Jianjun truthfully recounted the situation at home.

"My daughter has been spoiled since she was a child. She is the little princess of the family. You said you don't have anything you want and you are just an ordinary worker. What qualifications do you have to marry my daughter?"

Father Wu's tone was full of contempt, and it was clear that he did not take Zhang Jianjun seriously.

"Then I'll go?"

Zhang Jianjun's answer left Wu's father confused. He had wanted to warn his future son-in-law Zhang Jianjun and ask him to be nicer to his daughter, but he didn't expect the latter to not buy it. Wu's father suddenly felt he was in a dilemma.

Zhang Jianjun felt relieved when he saw Wu's father's embarrassed look. "You, old man, actually played this trick on me. Are you upset now? Your daughter is the little princess of the family, and I am still the little emperor of the family."

A couple should support each other in life. What Wu's father said was wrong. It is said that men and women are equal, but why should men accommodate women? Zhang Jianjun will not tolerate this.

Just then, Wu Lingyu, who was peeking in the kitchen, noticed that the atmosphere was a little strange, so he came out with two cups of tea.

"Dad! Jianjun! Have some tea. Jianjun is actually a technical consultant in the factory, earning over 100 yuan a month. He has been independent since he was young and often cooks for himself. His cooking skills are very good. Even the chefs in the restaurant can't compare to him."

Zhang Jianjun took the teacup with a smile. "It's not as exaggerated as you say. I can only cook a few home-cooked dishes. How can I compare to the chefs in the restaurant?"

Seeing that his father still didn't speak, Wu Lingyu hurriedly hugged his arm and started to act coquettishly.

"Dad, please say something! Do you agree with this marriage? Jianjun is really outstanding. Several girls were chasing after him yesterday and almost got into a fight over him."

"Hmph!" Father Wu snorted coldly. Of course he didn't believe it. No matter what era it was, there were very few cases of girls chasing boys. Even if Zhang Jianjun was handsome, what was the use? Being handsome couldn't make a living.

"How about this, the betrothal gift is one thousand yuan. As long as you take it out, I will immediately agree to your marriage. Otherwise, forget it."

Wu Lingyu was surprised when he heard his father's words. "Dad! What do you mean? I only make 30 yuan a month as a police officer, and you want a yuan betrothal gift. It's obviously embarrassing."

Father Wu curled his lips and said disdainfully: "He can't even afford a thousand yuan, why should he marry my daughter? You won't be happy if you marry him in the future."

Zhang Jianjun didn't say a word, but just stared at Wu's father with a sneer. At that time, the general betrothal gift was a few dozen yuan, and the most was only eighty or ninety yuan. Wu's father said one thousand yuan, which was definitely a deliberate attempt to make things difficult for Zhang Jianjun, in order to embarrass him and make him beg him.

"What are you laughing at? Zhang Jianjun, let me tell you, there are many people chasing after my daughter, and you are not the only one..."

Before Wu's father finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhang Jianjun. "Don't say anything! Isn't it just a thousand yuan betrothal gift? It's not a problem for me, but..."

Zhang Jianjun deliberately paused when he said this.

"But what?" Wu's father asked hurriedly.

Seeing this, Zhang Jianjun continued to smile and said, "But I want your family to give 2,000 yuan as a dowry. I will give 1,000 yuan and your family will give 1,000 yuan. This will be just enough to serve as the start-up capital for our little family. Is this not too much to ask?"

When Wu's father heard this, he was speechless for a moment. Although their Wu family was rich, they had spent a lot of their savings on the marriages of Wu Lingyu's brothers. Now they could barely take out a few hundred yuan, and no more.

"No way! No way! You keep saying you're good to your daughter, but you can't even come up with a thousand yuan. How dare you ask me for a thousand yuan as a betrothal gift?"

Zhang Jianjun gave no face to his future father-in-law and began to mock him in a sarcastic manner.