You are the one I can't beat

"We just finished eating, you can cook your own." Aaron's father said.

"Oh, okay then." Aaron put the things away and went into the kitchen.

Xiao Ling walked over and stood behind his mother to read the cards, and felt that the few of them came back to them, was there any surprise...

Four middle-aged people touched mahjong, and that one was fascinated.

"Mom, did you realize that I'm back?" Xiao Ling asked.

"You are so big standing here, why didn't I realize it, am I blind?" Xiaoling's mother rolled her eyes.

"I haven't been back for two years. It's rare to come back. Why aren't you happy?"

Xiao Ling's father said: "Happy, I got up happy early in the morning and pulled your uncle and aunt over to play mahjong and wait for you?"

Xiao Ling asked contemptuously: "May I ask you to play mahjong together early in the morning?"

A-Long's mother smiled and said: "Xiao Ling, don't be jealous, go and eat noodles, don't be hungry."

"It's not cooked yet." Xiao Ling said, so depressed, how could he talk about his and Aaron's affairs in such an atmosphere?

Both of them are 27 or [-] years old, and it's rare to come back. Why don't they ask if they have a partner, and if they want to introduce something, this kind of topic is the only way for him to cut in.

Xiao Ling stood for a while, but these old men didn't seem to pay any attention to him.

He could only turn around and go into the kitchen to talk to Aaron.

As soon as Xiao Ling left, Xiao Ling's mother immediately whispered: "They must have something to do when they come back today."

Aaron's father asked in a low voice: "Could it be a relationship?"

Aaron's mother said: "Shouldn't you bring your girlfriend back when you're in love?"

Xiao Ling's mother tilted her mouth and shook her head, saying with extreme distrust of her son, "Just like my son, I don't think he can find a girlfriend."

Xiaoling's father chimed in and said, "Why do you say that about your son? I think my son is quite handsome. Look at his figure, he is much better than I was back then."

Xiaoling's mother immediately complained: "Oh, please do me a favor. In the second year after I married you, your belly was as big as if you were pregnant. When I gave birth to Xiaoling, I was not as big as your beer belly. My son is bigger than yours." It's a thousand times better, and I'm still the same as you, if I want to be like you, I really don't have a girlfriend, and I'm afraid I won't be able to find a boyfriend."

Aaron's parents laughed loudly.

Xiaoling's father said with a dark face: "What nonsense are you talking about? I was a flower in the village back then. When you married me, people said that I was a flower stuck in cow dung."

"Whose cow dung are you talking about? You want to die, don't you?" Xiao Ling's mother slapped the table angrily, and slapped Xiao Ling's father angrily.

Xiaoling and Aaron happened to come out holding a bowl of noodles each.

Seeing how happy they were, Aaron suddenly joked: "Xiao Ling, with Auntie's temper, how could you be bullied when you were young? If you inherit a little bit, you can fight all over the world in the kindergarten."

Xiao Ling snorted, "Yeah, then it's nothing to do with you."

Aaron thought for a while, and said, "That...is still as cute as before."

Xiao Ling cast a contemptuous glance, and sat at the edge of the dining table to eat noodles with him.

Mom and Dad are playing mahjong in the corner of the living room.

Xiaoling’s house is an old one, the kind I built myself, a three-story building, the fourth floor has a big gazebo on the roof, and there are large yards in the front and back. It’s a small place, and the land is not expensive. The yard in the back Xiaoling's mother also raised a flock of chickens.

Xiaoling's mother looked over and said, "You guys just eat vegetarian noodles? There are vegetables in the refrigerator, take them out and eat."

Aaron got up and opened the refrigerator to look, and said with a smile: "There are quite a lot of dishes, Xiao Ling, there is your favorite fried sausage. Auntie, did you cook it?"

"Of course." Xiao Ling's mother smiled, "He is good at unique skills, Xiao Ling has been growing up since he was a snack."