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Su Xiaoluo pouted towards the fruit plate, "No, there's it there, take it yourself."

However, Jiang Chen's eyes kept falling on the pear in her hand, the light in his eyes made Su Xiaoluo startled, and turned around to hide.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Chen's movements were faster, he stretched his long legs, turned over the tea table, grabbed her wrist, leaned over her hand, and gave a mouthful to Xiangli who was gnawed terribly.

With the crisp sound, Su Xiaoluo's heart was filled with exclamation marks of shock.

She gritted her teeth and said angrily: "Young Master Chen, it's all covered with my saliva! How can you bite down!"

Ahhhhh!

Jiang Chen slowly chewed the pear in his mouth, that expression was both charming and ambiguous.

Su Xiaoluo: "..."

She suddenly felt that his next sentence would definitely say...

"Your saliva, do I still eat less?"

really……

It's the rhythm of the charming president molesting me!She actually forgot Jiang Chen's brazen side!

Su Xiaoluo's ears turned red from being teased, looking at the fragrant pear in her hand, the corners of her eyes twitched, she didn't know what to say.

After a while, she spoke with difficulty: "Young Master Chen, do you know that pears cannot be eaten separately."

"We eat together, no points."

"...and pears, too."

In ancient times, divorce was not called divorce, but reunion.

Jiang Chen sat down beside her, and flicked his fingers on her forehead, "Where are there so many crooked people, huh?"

This flirting skill... She gave it full marks.

Su Xiaoluo gritted her teeth, her heart froze, like a mouse, she wiped out the remaining pears, a perfect parabola, the pear core went into the trash can.

"Yoha, not bad."

Su Xiaoluo took out a napkin to wipe her hands, and proudly showed her little canine teeth, "That is."

"Lolo, come and help me."

Zhuo Yipin's voice came from the kitchen, Su Xiaoluo responded, and said to Jiang Chen: "I'll help, you can do whatever you want."

"Well, let's go." Jiang Chen changed his posture, leaning on the sofa, as if he was looking at this not luxurious but very cozy small villa.

Hey, this girl is quite comfortable, not at all restrained.

Zhuo Yipin's urging voice came from the kitchen, and Su Xiaoluo rushed into the kitchen.

Chef Zhuo is in a particularly good mood today, he is good at dishes and hides his secrets a little bit, Su Xiaoluo can't help but be jealous of Jiang Chen when he sees a dozen or so dishes that are delicious in color and flavor.

Putting the bowls and chopsticks on the table, Zhuo Yipin took out the treasured Shaoxing Nurhong, and shook the wine in his hand at Jiang Chen, "Jiang Chen, can I have two glasses?"

The corners of Jiang Chen's mouth slightly raised, and there was a faint smile between his brows, "Uncle Zhuo, you can't drink two glasses of baijiu, but for this wine, one glass is fine."

Uncle Zhuo smiled, and the twists and turns in it were twists and turns, and the two of them knew each other.

Su Xiaoluo came out from the kitchen with a bowl of rice, saw the wine in Zhuo Yipin's hand, and thought of the allusion to this wine, her brain thumped, and she suddenly panicked.

Uncle Zhuo's ability to accept is too... tough, right? !

Anyway, it was Jiang Chen's first visit to the door, he didn't understand anything, he didn't know anything, so he contributed Nurhong, isn't it a little... immoral?
The whole Su Xiaoluo felt that she seemed to be a slow-moving product that could not be sold.

A big "囧" popped out of his forehead.

Su Xiaoluo put the bowl down, sat down beside Jiang Chen, turned her head and winked at Zhuo Yipin, the meaning was very understandable—Uncle Zhuo, why did you take out this wine?

Zhuo Yipin looked back at her as a matter of course, opened it slowly, and filled Jiang Chen's cup.

Jiang Chen picked up the small blue and white porcelain cup, smelled the aroma of the wine first, and then tasted it, "Cell good wine, isn't Uncle Zhuo a native of Anshi?"

"That's right, I know the goods. My ancestral home is Shaoxing, Zhejiang."

The two of you said something, and I said something, and they had a good time over wine, and it felt like they hit it off at first sight.

Su Xiaoluo lowered her head to pick up the rice. There was an extra chicken wing on the white rice. She raised her head and met Jiang Chen's eyes full of smiles. She only heard him say, "Eat more."

"..."

This is my home, my home!Isn't it too smooth to borrow flowers to offer Buddha? !

Zhuo Yipin took a sip of the wine, and the smile on his face grew stronger, making people feel as if my little cabbage was finally kicked out by a pig.

Happiness came too suddenly, Su Xiaoluo was a little incapable of accepting it, what was unexpected?This is!Zhuo Yipin actually accepted Jiang Chen's existence without a second sentence!
With a creak, the door was pushed open, and the three of them turned around at the same time.Zhuo Feng stood at the entrance, the haze on his face, shock, and anger superimposed together, intertwined into a violent storm.

As the saying goes, misfortunes never come singly, and blessings never come singly. I have to sigh with emotion——Chinese culture is really profound!

Su Xiaoluo's hand holding the chopsticks trembled, and she lowered her head guiltily, no matter whether she brought Jiang Chen home or not, Jiang Chen came anyway, and still swaggered and sat there.

Jiang Chen sat at his house calmly, in Zhuo Feng's view, even if he didn't show any emotion, he felt inexplicably ironic and provocative.

He walked over quickly and asked condescendingly, "What are you doing at my house?"

Compared to Zhuo Feng's rage, Jiang Chen should not be too calm, he slightly raised the corners of his lips, "Obviously, eat."

Zhuo Feng looked sideways at Su Xiaoluo who almost buried his head in the bowl, acting like a turtle with his head shrunken, and the anger in his chest surged out in clusters.Just about to ask questions, Zhuo Yipin spoke first.

"I sent Jiang Chen here, Xiaofeng, you just came back just in time, let's eat, if you have anything to say, we can talk about it after dinner."

"Dad." Zhuo Feng's voice was deep, and the blame in his eyes was obvious.

He put down his chopsticks and said in a deep voice, "Sit down and eat."

Zhuo Yipin usually looks like a loving father. He is both a father and a mother. He has a gentle temperament and does not give the impression that he is a man of courage.

At critical moments, it is still very reliable.

"It's better for you to eat slowly." Zhuo Feng shook his hands and left.

"Xiaofeng, stop there. Dad said, if you have anything to say, let's talk about it after dinner!"

Zhuo Yipin, who was warm and slow, broke out suddenly, causing Su Xiaoluo's hands to tremble in shock, and the chopsticks almost slipped.How come I didn't realize that Uncle Zhuo still has such a manly side?

What surprised Su Xiaoluo even more was that Zhuo Feng paused, and actually came back and sat down opposite her.

Well, it's time for her to be the one suffering.

"Lolo, go prepare cups and bowls and chopsticks for Xiaofeng."

Su Xiaoluo responded muffledly, and quickly entered the kitchen, took the bowls and chopsticks and white porcelain cups, placed them in front of Zhuo Feng, then quickly returned to the seat and sat down, watching nose, nose and heart, and eating.

Zhuo Yipin wanted to pour wine for Zhuo Feng, but the latter put the cup on the table directly, "I don't drink."

After finishing speaking, he got up and went into the kitchen, filled a bowl of rice, returned to the dining table, buried his head in eating, and the warmth in his heart gradually cooled down.Zhuo Yipin called and lied to call him back, and when he saw his daughter Hong on the table, Zhuo Feng immediately understood everything.

It's just that he's not reconciled!
There is no doubt that the atmosphere at the dinner table is extremely depressing.Of course, this is just Su Xiaoluo's personal feeling.

As an elder, Zhuo Yipin, how to come or how to come.As for Jiang Chen and Zhuo Feng, they are both people with experience in the city, this kind of atmosphere can't affect them at all.

Zhuo Feng and Jiang Chen did not lose to each other to pick up vegetables for Su Xiaoluo, seeing a mountain of vegetables piled up in the bowl, Su Xiaoluo's eyes filled with tears.The two of them were fighting each other, why did Mao want to get involved with her innocent internal organs? !

It's wrong to reject anyone, Su Xiaoluo can only struggle with a big bowl of food.

However, the food was not under her struggle, it became less and less, on the contrary, it piled up higher and higher, Su Xiaoluo wanted to wipe away her tears, the city gate was on fire, why bother to hurt her fish in the pond.

A pair of chopsticks reached into her bowl, she looked up, and saw Jiang Chen looking sideways at herself, with a doting and gentle expression, squeezed with his hands, as if he could squeeze out honey water.

"I feel sick to my stomach after eating too much. I'll help you eat a little."

Glancing at Zhuo Feng's gloomy expression from the corner of the eye, Su Xiaoluo shoved the bowl in front of her eyes, "No, I'm done eating."

When her stomach was about to tangle up, dinner was finally over.

Zhuo Yipin asked Zhuo Feng to go out with him, handed over the job of washing dishes to Su Xiaoluo, and asked Jiang Chen to help.That's right, it was an order, completely in the posture of the future father-in-law, so scared that Su Xiaoluo almost choked on his own saliva.

Zhuo Yipin and Zhuo Feng went out, Su Xiaoluo hurriedly snatched the bowls and chopsticks from Jiang Chen's hand, "Young Master Chen, I'll do the work, just sit in the living room."

Jiang Chen was serious, "I have already promised Uncle Zhuo to help."

"Don't tell me, you're the young master, who doesn't touch the spring water with his ten fingers, and if he can't do housework, I'll do it myself." Jiang Chen's hands, which are whiter than a woman's, probably haven't even washed a single chopstick.

Jiang Chen couldn't refuse, Su Xiaoluo didn't have room for disapproval, seeing his hands soaking in the dishwater, she suddenly had a feeling that he had to force his slender, fair and beautiful hands.

In the yard, Zhuo Yipin and Zhuo Feng stood facing each other, they could be seen by the window by stretching their necks, but they couldn't hear what they were saying.

Su Xiaoluo felt a little itchy in her heart.

Jiang Chen stretched out his finger full of dish soap foam, and poked the tip of her nose, "What are you looking at, concentrate on washing the dishes."

Su Xiaoluo wiped off the foam, and gave him an annoyed look, "This is dish soap, it hurts the skin very much!"

"Really?" Jiang Chen frowned, as if he was thinking about the credibility of Su Xiaoluo's words.

"If you don't believe me, find Du Niang."

Anyway, Su Xiaoluo couldn't hear the conversation between Zhuo Yipin and Zhuo Feng, so Su Xiaoluo simply concentrated on washing the dishes.Suddenly, Jiang Chen grabbed her hand, she was taken aback, and looked at him sideways.

He took her hand, put it under the tap, and said in a low voice, "Since the detergent hurts the skin, I'll wash it."

Last time, Zhuo Feng said the same thing to her, with a gentle voice and a pity on his face, and his heart suddenly felt uncomfortable like a needle prick.But Su Xiaoluo knew very well that she would never be able to give Zhuo Feng what she wanted.

Feelings may be cultivated, but the feelings cultivated are definitely not love. I hope that Uncle Zhuo can really let Zhuo Feng accept it calmly and stop being persistent.

"No, your hands are much softer than mine, I'd better wash them."

"I'm a man, what do you want me to do?"

The dishwashing work was ordered to stop, Su Xiaoluo was worried about the safety of the dishes, leaning against the kitchen door, watching Jiang Chen's awkward and jerky washing movements, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Chen Shao, this isn't really your first time washing dishes, is it?"

Jiang Chen nodded, "Yes."

After a pause, he said, "I'll take care of all the cooking and washing up for you in the future."

"..."

So, should she call him Bowl Master?
Suddenly, there was a crackling sound in the yard, and Su Xiaoluo shuddered, ran to the window to have a look, and ran out.

Jiang Chen put down the bowl and chopsticks, and followed closely behind.