After admitting the wrong person and getting the wrong certificate, the heir of a wealthy family bec

After Wen Rao finished speaking, he picked up a goby, inserted his chopsticks into the tail of the goby, pressed the front part of the goby with his other hand, and pulled hard in the opposite direction with his chopsticks, swipe!

The belly of the goby was peeled off in just a second.

Tear off the belly, and the tender white meat of the shrimp and tiger lies in the shell.

"I don't have to pay much attention to peeling gobies, but it only takes one second."

Wen Rao said and put the shrimp and tiger on Zhan Yan's plate.

Zhan Yan looked at her with a warm and doting smile.

"I have never tried your method of peeling gobies. Before, I used scissors to cut the sides and then cut open the belly of the gobies. It took at least 2 minutes."

Zhan Yan had something in his words and continued,

"Actually, the relationship between husband and wife is two-way, and they should be tolerant of each other. Just like this private restaurant, there are Shanghai cuisine, Shandong cuisine, and Sichuan cuisine.

As for whether to eat hairy crabs or shrimps and tigers, with hands or tools, it is like a person knowing whether drinking water is warm or cold. "

Zhan Yan's words made Zhan's mother's expression become even more unnatural, but her training determined that she would not have an attack on the spot.

Instead, he softly refuted Zhan Yan's words.

"Xiao Yan, I can understand what you mean. People from different classes can tolerate each other, but wouldn't it be easier for people of the same class to tolerate each other?

After all, accumulation cannot be achieved overnight. To cross a class is to cross a class. What can be learned in a few minutes cannot be accomplished in one second. "

Zhan's mother just wanted to thank her by name. The class gap between Wen Rao and Zhan Yan is eternal.

Zhan Yan's face darkened, and just when he was about to speak, Wen Rao's voice sounded clear.

"What you said is true, but at the same time, it is impossible to wait for the person with the right class at the right time."

After Wen Rao finished speaking, Zhan Yan smiled knowingly.

This round ended with Zhan Mu being defeated.

When Fang Siru saw Zhan Yan protecting Wen Rao so much, she stopped talking.

After all, Zhan Xin's previous words had given her a warning. Her target was Zhan Xin, not Wen Rao.

So there is no need to get into trouble with Zhan Xin.

Fang Siru has been quietly observing Wen Rao.

If she, Fang Siru, was a product of elite education, then Wen Rao was just a clump of peonies that she could only see after climbing all the way to the top of the mountain.

It can be gorgeous, it can be bright, it can be pure.

No wonder it caught Zhan Xin's eyes.

It seems that his love rival is not so easy to deal with.

If she wanted to defeat Wen Rao, it would be useless just to compare with her class, and she would also need to be competitive.

The four of them each had their own concerns, and few people spoke at the dinner table.

Wen Rao's cell phone suddenly rang, breaking the calm.

Wen Rao got up and went outside to answer the phone. Zhan Yan, Zhan's mother and Fang Siru were left in the room.

Seeing that Zhan's mother had something to say to Zhan Yan alone, Fang Siru excused herself to go to the bathroom and left the private room.

When Zhan's mother was alone with her son, her expression was complicated and unwilling.

"Xiao Yan, do you think Wen Rao will be able to break into the circles of upper-class ladies with some training? You don't know the contempt chain of the upper-class circles!

The centuries-old aristocratic families look down on the declining wealthy families, the declining wealthy families look down on the explosive wealthy families, and the explosive wealthy families look down on the suddenly rich middle class!

Every circle has its own rules. Even if you take her with you to every event, those ladies will not leave her a place for afternoon tea!

This circle looks at both the husband’s family and the mother’s family’s heritage!What's more, Xiaowen is not even a middle-class family. "

Zhan Yan's face became even colder after Zhan's mother's disdain for the chain from the upper class.

Zhan's mother thought that he was finally willing to seriously think about how difficult it would be for Wen Rao to become a rich man in the future, but Zhan Yan actually didn't care.

"She can be herself her whole life!"