Travel through the 70s, marry the king of soldiers, and become the richest man with space

There were three big tables for dinner in the evening.

At this time, Song Fuyu was rejecting Yan Ziyuan's idea of ​​letting her go to the men's table and sit next to him.

He directly pulled out the chair next to the two sisters-in-law and sat down.

"Xiao Yu, I specially reserved a place for you."

"No, it's the same when I sit here."

"You guys are all men over there, and I don't drink. Why are you sitting here?"

"Brother, please take a seat quickly. Xiaoyu is fine sitting here. Can we still eat her?"

"Okay, Xiaoyu, you're welcome. Just eat whatever you like."

"Sister-in-law, please help me take more care of her. She likes to eat vegetables with meat in it, but she doesn't like to eat meat directly. Please help her put some meat in it."

"..."

Song Fuyu looked at him speechlessly. Is it necessary to explain so clearly? She's not a child. Besides, she's such an adult, so why don't she save some face?

"Okay, we will definitely give Xiaoyu some meat to eat, and we will make sure she won't starve. Come and sit down quickly."

The two sisters-in-law couldn't help laughing when they heard what he said.

I didn't expect that my little brother usually looks so cold and cold, but after meeting someone, he seems to be a different person. He is so considerate and seems to be more humane.

During the meal, Yan Zilan kept glancing towards her, but Song Fuyu completely ignored her and didn't even look at her.

Maybe someone said something to her, but she didn't say any unpleasant words during the meal and kept eating in silence.

"Xiaoyu, are you still used to the food?"

Yan's mother used the serving chopsticks on the table to pick up a piece of braised pork for her and asked with a smile.

"You're used to it, it's quite delicious."

"It should be quite different from yours, right?"

"There is indeed a difference. Our place prefers chili peppers and the taste is stronger. But the two places have their own merits and the taste is quite good."

"That's fine. The aunt who cooks is a local from Beijing. She's not very good at cooking southern dishes. I'm worried that you won't be used to it."

"No, Auntie's craftsmanship is pretty good."

"Then you should eat more."

"Okay, Auntie, you don't have to wait for me. You can eat it yourself."

Adhering to the principle of not wasting it, Song Fuyu ate all the meat that Yan's mother and two sisters-in-law shared.

She has never liked to be a guest in anyone's home since she was a child, she just doesn't like to be in a situation where someone takes food from her. I was too embarrassed to directly refuse and said I wouldn't eat it. The other party put it in the bowl and was too embarrassed to leave it.

But one good thing about eating at Yan's house is that they all use public chopsticks to pick up food for her, instead of using the same pair of chopsticks she uses to eat, which makes her feel a lot more comfortable.

Seeing that the food in her bowl was almost finished, Jia Min quickly asked, "Would you like another bowl of rice?"

"Ah, no, no, thank you, second sister-in-law, I'm almost done eating."

At this moment, Song Fuyu felt that the food he had just eaten was in his throat, and he even felt like vomiting. If I eat another bowl, I probably won’t be able to sleep tonight.

Now she really wanted to drink a bottle of Feizhai Happy Water to suppress the nausea that was gradually coming up.

After dinner, Yan's mother refused to let her help clean up the dishes. She took the bowl in her hand and asked her to sit in the living room.

On the sofa in the living room, Grandpa Yan was preparing to make tea. When he saw Song Fuyu, he raised his hand and called her over.

"Girl Xiaoyu, would you like some tea?"

"Grandpa Yan, I won't drink. You can drink. I ate a bit too much just now and I can't drink enough."

"You little girl can eat as much as you want, but I haven't even seen you add any food."

"Sit down and have a cup of tea with grandpa. This tea was bought and sent to me by Ziyuan's eldest brother when he was on a mission. I only drank it once."

Grandpa Yan placed all his tea-making tools on the small coffee table one by one. Although he did not have the Kung Fu tea sets of later generations, the teacups and teapots were quite particular. He must be a tea lover.

Among the clients she worked with before were elderly men. In order to have something to talk about with them, she even hired a teacher to learn tea art.

"Grandpa Yan, how about I help you make tea."

"You can?"

"You know a little bit, but you can't talk about being too knowledgeable."

"You don't put tea leaves in the cup and then pour hot water, right?"

Grandpa Yan confirmed again uneasily. If this was the case, then don't waste his tea leaves.

"Haha, it's not so perfunctory."

Grandpa Yan suddenly became interested, and this was the first person to offer to help him make tea. Immediately give up the position to Song Fuyu and let her operate.

Not to mention the juniors in the family, not even Yan Ziyuan's father likes to drink tea with him.

They all agreed that drinking tea just means adding tea leaves to a cup of water and then brewing it with hot water. Why do you have to go through so many procedures? It’s so troublesome, but in the end it just tastes the same.

Song Fuyu did not sit on the sofa, but squatted beside the small coffee table.

I took the thermos bottle next to me and poured a little water into the wastewater tank to feel the temperature of the water.

This is the first time she has used an old-fashioned thermos to make tea. It is a bit strange and novel, but the difficulty of operation has skyrocketed.

When the temperature is right, start washing the teapot and tea cups to increase the temperature of the tea set.

Then put the appropriate amount of tea leaves in the small iron can into the teapot and pour hot water. After a while, pour the tea soup into the waste water tank to complete the tea washing work.

Grandpa Yan looked at her actions and knew that this little girl knew a little bit about what she said, and she was obviously being modest.

He remained calm and continued to admire her way of making tea.

After washing the tea, pour hot water into the teapot again and close the lid. Wait for 15 seconds, pour [-]% of the tea into the tea cup, and the two cups of water appear in front of Grandpa Yan.

"Grandpa Yan, please taste it."

"Haha, okay! I didn't expect you to really have a second thought."

Yan Shun happily took the tea cup, "You brewed it yourself, why don't you give yourself a cup too?"

It was hard to deny the hospitality, so Song Fuyu poured himself a small cup.

"Xiao Yu, pour me some too, I want to have a taste too."

Just now, Yan Ziyuan had been watching Song Fuyu making tea seriously from a short distance away, admiring her elegant movements. At that moment, a word suddenly popped into his mind: Empty Valley Orchid.

He felt that Xiao Yu could always bring surprises to him, as if he was like a mystery that needed patience to be unearthed.

But it makes no sense to Yan Ziyuan to explore where she learned these skills.

"What do you know, kid? Don't waste my tea."

"You look like you are drinking like a cow, let alone my small pot, even if I make a teapot for you, it won't be enough for you to drink."

"Grandpa, that was before."

"Before you retreat, aren't you drinking tea just like me? This is the ancestral way of drinking tea."

"This is the tea my partner made. What's wrong with me asking for a cup? If you don't agree, I won't let her make you any more tea in the future."

"Hmph! Girl, give him a drink, I want to see what he can do with it."

Song Fuyu didn't expect that their grandparents and grandchildren would get along like this, so he smiled and poured a cup of tea for Yan Ziyuan.

"Try it and see what you can taste."

In the sight of his grandfather, Yan Ziyuan picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp.

After thinking for a while, I finally came up with two words: "It tastes good!"

"..."

Grandpa Yan was speechless, and Song Fuyu chuckled.

Sure enough, we can't expect anything from him...