Little Peach Blossom

Su Qianqing went back to her parents' house and slept for the night.

The next day, I will be taken to the dinner by my father.

It was just in time for the middle of the year, and not all relatives were free to come and have dinner with her.

Su Guiyan just wanted to take Su Qianqing to the head office's dinner at night.

The light quietly jumped out, rising and floating behind the clouds, the sky gradually brightened, and everything was new.Chirping, chirping, and chirping of birds and bugs.

Su Qianqing was so stressed that she got up not long after dawn.

Her throat was a little dry, and with a toothbrush in her mouth, she walked downstairs in a daze.

Turning to the kitchen, I want to drink a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator.

From a distance, she could see the slim figure in the kitchen, not the aunt, but her own mother.

Su Qianqing paused and looked towards the dining table. Su Guiyan was sitting at the other end of the dining table, with a much more serious expression on his face than in a meeting.

Her heart skipped a beat.

The two looked at each other, and both saw the misery in the other's eyes.

Su Qianqing still wanted to struggle.

With a toothbrush in her mouth, her eyes rolled, and she walked slowly backwards, suppressing the sound of her footsteps, wanting to simply go back to sleep.

He Ninglan was busy in the kitchen with her back behind her back, without turning her head, as if she had already seen her, "Wake up? Then just come over to have breakfast, sleeping until the afternoon is not good for the stomach."

Su Qianqing confessed with a bitter face.

He said vaguely: "I'm brushing my teeth, I'll spit out the foam first."

Ms. He Ninglan, who has a precise judgment on everything and a unique vision, has a kind of inexplicable blind confidence in her cooking skills.

She feels that her cooking skills are better than the aunt she invited.

Occasionally, when she is free and in a good mood, she will cook for herself, and then make a lot of food that looks ordinary but tastes weird and unpalatable.

He Ninglan only cooks for her family.

Besides, cooking meant that she was in a good mood. No one dared to say that her craftsmanship was bad, for fear of poking Ni Lin.

After Su Qian cleaned up, she sat down resignedly.

In the small white porcelain bowl in front of him, there are a few dumplings that look ordinary but are a little too fat.Steaming hot.

She picked up the chopsticks, put her palms together like a Japanese, and muttered to herself first.

Unfortunately not, "I'm starting!"

Instead, "Amitabha Jesus blesses there must be no stuffing in it, or something that can knock out my teeth."

He Ninglan sat by and watched, smiling, and complained softly: "Why have you been used to this since childhood? Our family doesn't believe in Christianity."

"I just want to thank my mother in my heart," Su Qianqing chuckled, "I won't be like this if I eat the vegetables and rice cooked by my aunt."

"Really."

He Ninglan smiled with satisfaction.

Snow-white skin, a slightly round and tender baby face, long black hair loosely tied, and a loose dress.Except for the charm of her eyebrows, few people can tell that she is 46 years old.

Su Qianqing lied, there was almost nothing she could hide from her mother from the beginning to the end - only about her cooking skills.

Because from the bottom of her heart, He Ninglan didn't believe that her cooking skills would be bad.

Just like a person with weird aesthetics who claims to be a peerless beauty, when he sees other boys making eye contact with her, he immediately avoids it, and is often proud of his own charm.

Since no one said it clearly, they will never know the truth: "You are so ugly that you scare him."

Su Qianqing frowned, lowered her head and lowered her chopsticks.When I was pinching the dumplings, I didn't know whether it was fear or something, but I couldn't pinch them several times.

"Would you like to get you a fork?"

"no, I'm fine……"

Su Qianqing poked through the dumpling with chopsticks, and saw the green color inside, her face almost turned green.

Under her mother's gaze, she bit the bullet and gnawed on the dumpling wrappers in small bites.

The dumpling's skin was as thick as glutinous rice balls, as hard as dry steamed buns, and the chewy texture was like undercooked flour lumps.

She swallowed hard, comforting herself, it's okay...

At least it's better than last year's meat gnocchi wrapped in carapace.

The huge meat glutinous rice balls were white and fat, and when she bit them down, the carapace almost broke her front teeth.

Su Qianqing swallowed, and clearly felt the dumpling wrapper slide down the esophagus through her throat, she slowed down, and raised her face with a big smile: "It's very delicious, really, Mom, you are so amazing."

The corners of He Ninglan's lips rose, and she turned to Boss Su who said nothing, "Dad, is it delicious?"

"Hey, it's delicious, it's so delicious! It's so hard to cook, I'd rather let auntie come in from now on, I feel bad. You see, the kitchen needs to be cleaned up, so don't take it away, wait until auntie comes tomorrow ..."

He Ninglan had a good time, and she was idle when she was idle: "I'm the one who cooks, and I don't bother Auntie when I clean up."

As she spoke, she turned and went to the kitchen to clean up the mess.

Su Qianqing wrinkled her face, hurriedly pulled out two napkins, and spit out the weird stuffing that she accidentally bit into.

The strong bitter and grassy smell made her suspect that the stuffing was freshly pulled from the lawn at the door.

He Ninglan was washing the dishes in the kitchen.

Boss Su looked up nervously, and immediately stunned by Su Qianqing, he took out a navy blue handkerchief embroidered with dark edges from his trouser pocket.

Spread it out and spread it flat to cover the mouth of the bowl.

Then he turned the bowl upside down abruptly, and several steaming dumplings were immediately poured onto the handkerchief.

He wrapped it with great speed, opened the briefcase, stuffed it in, and hid it.

Su Qianqing: "..."

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, the corners of his lips moved, and he winked at his daughter.

It's a bit of a proud meaning: look, ginger is still old and spicy, first adjust the tiger away from the mountain, and then be prepared.

When Su Qianqing received his news, she groaned inwardly.

She glanced at the kitchen, then stood up.

With lightning speed, he poured all the dumplings in his bowl into Dad's bowl.

The moment Su Qianqing took the bowl back, she immediately shouted loudly: "Mom, today's dumplings are so delicious, I've finished them all!"

Boss Su's bowl was full again.

"..."

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For dinner at the head office in the evening, the entire lobby of the star-rated hotel is reserved.There are fifteen tables of people, and the tables are not close to each other, so as to avoid the feeling of crowding, they are well arranged.

It's not too far apart, just enough to maintain communication distance.

It is mainly a dinner party among employees. Several high-level executives sit a little farther away, and the small steps help them separate the crowd from each other.

Su Qianqing stood beside her father, welcoming all kinds of uncles and elders.

Greetings are polite, how to laugh at what to say, and impeccable grasp of politeness and intimacy.

In the happy atmosphere, everyone sat down one after another.

Her cousin, Su Qianfeng greeted the elders with a belated and apologetic smile on his face.Then seeing Su Qianqing, he raised his hand to pinch her face: "Finally home."

Su Qianqing hid back, avoided it, and said with a smile: "I'm not a child anymore, how can I keep pinching your face."

"It's really a big change for women at eighteen."

The elder smiled and said, "Sit down quickly, sit down quickly."

The juniors of the Su family basically sat next to each other, chatting with each other.

Only Su Qianqing was the most special. She sat beside Su Guiyan and participated in the conversation of the elders.

The topic is basically around her.

How's your studies going, how's your plan going back home...

Sitting directly opposite her, Su Qianfeng happened to be able to naturally intervene in the conversation of the elders, and also be able to pay attention to the positions of the cousins ​​around her.The round table connects the people at the whole table, it is like a boundary line.

"My sister just came back, she must want to play and relax."

"Reading is relaxing enough."

Su Qianqing raised her dimples and straightened her back.

A pair of dark eyes with a bright smile, can not see idleness and carelessness, only sincerity and brightness, "Ph.D. is easy to get, but studying is a bit boring. I am happy to come back and help my father with things without getting paid."

The curly curls of her short hair have long since fallen asleep, and they hang down softly, just like a younger sister with the head of an overseas student.

Su Zifeng didn't answer these words, his eyes slid down, and after looking at her clothes, "You are very beautifully dressed, in fact, you are more suitable for wearing a princess dress."

Never have to swear or belittle, light and shallow flattery is the most offensive.

How can a little girl in a skirt manage tens of thousands of employees, convince shareholders surnamed Su and not Su, and sit on her father's high position.

Su Qianqing's smile gradually widened, and she said seriously: "I never liked to wear skirts since I was a child, and my father insisted that I wear them."

"Then who doesn't like to see little girls wearing skirts?"

Su Guiyan poured her a drink with a smile, which meant a lot: "Let's not talk about Cai Peijun and Dong Mingzhu, they are not young girls anymore, they still have more temperament in skirts, isn't your favorite Teresa also wearing skirts to visit?" Gorgeous."

Su Qianqing smiled, and tacitly did not answer.

Picking up the cup, he took a sip of his drink.

what does this mean.

Everyone was not sure what Su Guiyan meant, because the former was in business, while the latter was in politics.

Since they couldn't figure it out for the time being, everyone just smiled, followed suit, and praised Su Qianqing for being smart and capable.

……

Su Qianqing was communicating cordially with his uncle when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the phone flashing.

Scanning who it is, the hand that hangs up pauses, Jiang Yanyan.

"Uncle, I'm going outside to get some air."

Su Qianqing avoided the crowd and turned to the outside hall to answer the phone.

"what happened?"

"That sister... I have to inform you."

Jiang Yanyan was very noisy at the other end, her high-heeled shoes knocked on the ground, and she walked out quickly, "Tao Xingyu offended the Lu family. According to my manager, things are still serious, and she may soon be banned gone."