Bunch of grass

The dinner in the evening was a joy for the host and guest, if you ignore some episodes that appeared during it.

"Come on, Long Yajun, it was really hard work to pick us up so early this morning. Eat more meat. The braised elbow made by Xiaoling is very good." Feng's mother, who was full of sleep and energy, clipped for Long Ya I took a piece of fat, tender and delicious elbow.

"Brother Long Ya, the stewed prawns made by my sister are also super good, more authentic than authentic Chinese restaurants." Feng Feng picked up some prawns with chopsticks for Long Ya.

"Come on, have another bowl of radish soup. It is said that eating radish in winter is the best." Mother Feng got up and filled the soup bowl for Longya.

"Brother Long Ya, today's potatoes are super sweet and super powdery." Feng Feng quickly put a few pieces of potatoes from the pork ribs into Long Ya's bowl.

"Long Yajun, today's vegetables are also very fresh..."

"Brother Long Ya, try this again..."

The bowls in front of Longya piled up higher and higher, the father and daughter of the Feng family looked at each other, and finally focused on their own rice bowls, but they didn't want a hand under the table to pinch them. Frowning, she turned her head to look at the owner of that hand, only to see that she pouted at herself, and then at Long Ya, who was buried in her food, Feng Ling twitched the corner of her mouth, and decided to pretend that she couldn't see it. She lowered her head and continued to focus on the rice bowl, but her calf was kicked again. She took a deep breath, glanced at her helpless father, picked up the pork ribs with potatoes in front of her, and put them in the Longma bowl sitting next to her: "Eat more, don't be shy."

Ryoma trembled in fright, the vegetables on the chopsticks fell into the plate, he looked up carefully at his elder brother who had no special expression, and quickly picked up the fallen vegetables and put them in his bowl.Woooooo...Mom, this meal is so dangerous, I want to go back to Mars.

Mother Feng cast a sideways glance at her daughter who was completely uncooperative with her work, and Father Feng hurriedly came to the rescue: "Longya, try Xiaoling's yellow stewed fish."

"Yes, thank you." Long Ya raised her head and thanked Feng's father, glanced at Fengling as if nothing had happened, and buried her head in her meal.

Feng Ling pursed her lips, quickly picked up a piece of ribs and threw it into Long Ya's bowl, then lowered her head to pick up the rice.

Long Ya was slightly taken aback, looking at the pork ribs in the bowl, the corner of her mouth raised an indistinct arc.

After dinner, Father Feng and Brother Feng took the Echizen brothers to sit in the living room to drink tea and chat, while Mother Feng and Feng Ling put the tableware on the table into the kitchen. The mother and daughter cooperated tacitly as usual.

Feng Ling turned on the faucet, and the warm water washed the bowl in his hand. He turned his hand gently along the edge of the bowl. Mother Feng, who was standing aside and responsible for putting the washed dishes into the cupboard, touched her daughter's arm: "Girl , what do you think of Long Ya?"

"Long Yajun?" Feng Ling put the rinsed bowl on the cooking table, and took another plate, "He's a nice person, he looks good, he's good at taking care of others, he's not masculine." It should be a A good marriage partner and a good husband candidate.

"How can you be as virtuous as your father?" Mother Feng waved her wet hand on the back of her daughter's head, "Who asked you how others are?"

"Then what are you asking?" Feng Ling was taken aback by the slap, she didn't notice that her mother was talking to her in Japanese.

"I'm asking what do you think of him as a person?"

"Mom, I just said, he's fine."

After hearing her daughter's answer, Mother Feng rolled her eyes, raised her hand and patted her forehead, took a few deep breaths, and said, "I mean, do you think you two have fun? Do you like him? He's a man Does it conform to your outlook on life, worldview, and values?"

The wind chimes fell silent.

Mother Feng glanced at her daughter several times, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Girl, are you still thinking about that person?"

"Who?" Feng Ling was confused by the speed at which her mother changed the topic, she turned her head to look at her mother, blinked her eyes, and then understood, "Mom, that was so many years ago, what do I think he is doing. Maybe he has married another woman and had children, and if he doesn't marry a woman, then maybe he's with a man too."

"...you still hate him?"

"I don't hate it long ago. Instead, I still want to thank him, thank him for revealing his true nature before we have further contacts, otherwise my whole life will be stuck in this way."

"Really?"

"real."

"Then there is one more person?" Mother Feng turned around, leaning her back against the cooking table, tilting her head to look at Fengling.

Feng Ling paused in his hand, and the water fell on the plate, and the crystal clear water splashed everywhere, wet the clothes on his chest.

"I heard that he also has a fiancée, and he's getting married too."

"...I know, I saw him two months ago."

"How does it feel?"

"I feel... time is like water, time is like a song, sometimes time is really not a butcher's knife, but a soymilk machine, green beans can be ground into mellow soymilk... ouch..."

Another slap landed on the back of the head.

"Stop talking nonsense to me, and it's useless." Mother Feng wanted to kick her daughter, but felt that it seemed inappropriate to have outsiders around, especially when her son-in-law was around. The daughter washed the dishes in her hands and put them into the cupboard ping-pong, straightened up, "Do you still like him?"

"Mom, don't be so blunt, okay? I'm just a crush, a crush."

"It doesn't matter if you are secretly in love with Ming Lian, just tell me whether you still like him or not."

"Mom, if I say I like it, will you snatch it back for me?"

"Do you think you want to grab Chinese cabbage in the vegetable market? Besides, you will be struck by lightning if you destroy someone's marriage. Your mother still wants to live a few more years."

"Then it will be done." Feng Ling shrugged his shoulders and turned off the tap, "You can't help me snatch it, so what's the use of saying I like it."

"There's a good man out there, and he's still single. Am I worth it to snatch that man for you?" Mother Feng stared at her daughter and said, "Actually, Longya is pretty good. Do you know? When we leave the gate this morning, we will see him." When the two of you stand together, it's called a good match, and I'm going to be drunk when I see it. Girl, do you know how to write the word "good match?"

"Do you speak Chinese, Japanese or English? I only understand these three, and I don't understand the others."

"...Are you looking down on others?"

Feng Ling picked up a towel and wiped the water from her hands, and looked at her mother solemnly: "Mom, you also know that buying a Chinese cabbage also requires the buyer and the seller. I am willing to give it to you. Marriage is for two people, not only for me If you like him, and if you want him to like me, the two of you see each other right, then life will be interesting. Otherwise, it's not living, it's just torturing each other and messing around."

"Then tell me, have you taken a fancy to him? Are you interested in him?" Mother Feng pressed her forward.

"..." Feng Ling glanced at her mother and wiped the wall with a rag.

"Girl, you haven't answered me yet." Mother Feng leaned forward.

Feng Ling turned around and threw the oil-stained rag into the sink, washing it slowly.

"Silence is an admission?" Mother Feng said with a smile.

Feng Ling glanced at her mother whose eyes were narrowed into a line of laughter again, and shouted loudly: "Father, come quickly and take your daughter-in-law back, your daughter-in-law is about to be tormented crazy by her."

"Stinky girl, what do you call your daughter-in-law?"

"I didn't say your daughter-in-law, I meant my father's daughter-in-law, aren't you my father's daughter-in-law?"

"...Do you still want your father to find another wife?"

"No, I think my father can only find a daughter-in-law."

The father and son of the Feng family and the Echizen brothers approached the kitchen door and looked at each other. After a while, father Feng came back to his senses, straightened up, smoothed the folds that did not exist on the clothes, turned and walked to the living room, sat on the sofa, and poured a glass of water. Tea, took a sip, and then looked at Long Ya who was sitting opposite him.

Long Ya seemed to be aware of Feng's father's gaze, raised her head, and calmly accepted the gaze of the suspected supreme leader of Feng's family.

Father Feng picked up the teacup again, drank the tea in the cup, thought for a moment, looked at Longya again, and asked word by word: "Do you like Xiaoling?"

The question was concise and neat. Fengfeng, who was stroking the hair of the pork bun, suddenly lost control of the strength on his hand. The pork bun groaned in pain, and the dragon horse who was about to open a bottle of Ponta slipped in his hand, and the can fell. On the ground, rolled under the coffee table.

Long Ya sat up straight, put her hands on her knees, and nodded: "Yes."

The one who answered was so straightforward that both of them looked up at Long Ya at the same time.

Father Feng lowered his head and pondered, picked up the porcelain cup and poured Pu'er into the empty cup in front of himself and Longya, white air rose, he took off the eyes on the bridge of his nose, wiped them with the corner of his clothes, and looked up at Longya , raised the teacup, and said with a serious face: "Well, do it well."

"Eh?" Long Ya was taken aback.

"Dad, is that all?" Feng Feng asked what Long Ya was thinking.

"Otherwise what else?" Father Feng looked at the youngest son blankly.

"Test, Dad. You just handed over my sister? My sister will cry when she hears it." Fengfeng was a little anxious.

"When did I say I handed over your sister?"

"But didn't you just ask Brother Long Ya to do a good job?"

"Since I like your sister, I really have to work hard, but only your sister knows whether the results can satisfy your sister and whether you can get her approval."

"...Dad, when did you become a philosopher?"

Father Feng glanced at his son, and drank the tea in the cup again.

Long Ya picked up the kettle and poured water into the teapot, steaming hot water poured down into the pot, and the reddish-brown tea soup gradually appeared. He raised his eyes and looked at Father Feng, with a smile on his heroic face: "Thank you Uncle Feng, I will definitely do a good job."

Father Feng raised his brows irresponsibly and did not speak.

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