Starting from you are my glory

"This place, I asked my friend about it before I came here."

In the antique restaurant, Qiao Weidong took the lead, led everyone into the private room reserved in advance, and invited everyone to sit down.

“This is a time-honored brand in Nanjing!”

"It is said to be a craft made in the palace of the Ming Dynasty and later passed down. In the past, Beijing always ate what was served in the imperial dining room of the Qing Dynasty. Today we are going to try what is served in the imperial dining room of the Ming Dynasty!"

"You said that the Ming Dynasty was still ahead of the Qing Dynasty, and there are not many old craftsmanship in Beijing left. Can the Ming Dynasty be passed down?"

On the other side, Qiao Weidong was rolling up his sleeves and ordering dishes. On the other side, Fang Yifan, Lin Lei'er and Ji Yangyang were chatting with their heads down.

"I read reviews online before, and this store said it has first-class decoration, first-class service, and first-class fruit plate."

"What about the taste of the food?" Ji Yangyang listened for a long time without hearing the main point, "Shouldn't the taste of food be the most important thing to comment on?"

"Stupid!" Fang Yifan glanced at him speechlessly, "I talked so much and didn't mention the taste, it just means I'm not popular!"

“Come here for the environment and service!”

"I understand, it's just like in Beijing. If you want to eat authentic food, you have to go to the alleys. Basically, the more people there are, the shabbier the places are, and the boss will almost lose all his teeth!"

"Brilliant!"

"Okay, let's start with these." Qiao Weidong ordered a few, and asked Song Qian and the other lesbians to watch and add a few more. By the time the menu arrived, Fang Yifan and the others had almost ordered the dishes, so they simply ordered I didn’t add any more, I’ll wait until I eat enough later.

"Come on, Eiko!"

Qiao Weidong asked the waiter to open a bottle of red wine. He was the only one drinking at this table. He poured half a glass first and raised the glass with a red face.

"Congratulations! Daughter, you got what you wanted!"

Yingzi had just finished signing the contract with Nanda a second ago, and he and Song Qian shared the joy on the phone. Although he was happy for his daughter, when he thought about coming to Nanjing to study in the university for four years, Qiao Weidong was heartbroken. Still the feeling of reluctance prevailed.

"Thank you dad!"

Qiao Yingzi obediently picked up the juice and took a sip. Qiao Weidong poured himself another half cup and looked at Song Qian who was talking little.

"Come, I want to toast you too."

"Yingzi's current achievements are basically due to your hard work over the years."

"Although I'm a bastard, I see everything."

"No more to say, just do it!"

Qiao Weidong's emotions were ups and downs, and Song Qian was feeling the same when listening to it? After all, he was his ex-husband, and both parties had already taken action because of Yingzi's matter. Who could have thought at that time that not long after today, they would be eating at the same table in a Nanjing hotel?

In particular, Song Qian, who was dedicated to wanting Yingzi to study at Peking University, had she not finally come to her senses through quarrels, persuasion, and confrontations. It is still open to question whether she and her daughter would be able to eat together in such a harmonious way now.

Looking at her daughter who was laughing with her classmates, Song Qian felt the peace in her heart, and a sense of leisure that had been quiet for many years suddenly emerged.

Once you look away and let go, you will be complete.

What is incomplete is also perfect, but only relatively speaking at different points in time.

"Oh, everything is good, but the distance is a bit far." Qiao Weidong looked at Yingzi, "Although Nanjing is very good, and Nanda is also very good, the only drawback is the distance."

"Dad, I've signed this contract, and I won't regret it!"

Qiao Yingzi's nervous eyes kept moving between Qiao Weidong and Song Qian, fearing that the two of them would turn against each other, throw a cup as a sign, and then forcefully take her back to Nanjing University to cancel the contract.

"Dad knows, dad just feels a little bit."

Seeing his daughter's nervous look, Qiao Weidong quickly began to comfort him, "Don't think too much. Since your parents asked you to come to NTU Winter Camp and agreed to sign a contract, the matter is settled, unless you have other ideas. , otherwise your parents wouldn’t force you.”

"I definitely won't change it!"

"Okay, okay, if you don't change it, you won't change it!" Qiao Weidong said and took another sip of wine, "But there is still something that needs to be agreed in advance."

"You can study at NTU, including graduate school, but you can't settle in Nanjing."

"No, I should say that after you finish your studies, you must go back to Beijing to work!"

The restriction of not settling in Nanjing is too broad. What if my daughter gets a fever and runs to other cities, or even goes abroad?

My arms and legs are old. If I run behind my daughter, I might not be able to run anymore one day!

"Don't worry, I will return to Beijing after graduation!"

I haven’t gone to college yet, so I’ll wait until I have a plan for my future job, but that doesn’t stop me from drawing a cake like my dad and putting it here. If there are changes later, I’ll talk about it later~

"Work matters will happen in the future." Song Qian touched Qiao Yingzi's head lovingly, "Even if you want to study alone in Nanjing, my mother still won't worry."

"Yes, are there any classmates in your class who are planning to come to Nanjing to study?" Qiao Weidong thought for a while, "Having a familiar classmate can help each other in an unfamiliar environment."

"No." Qiao Yingzi looked around everyone and went through the classmates who were familiar with her in her mind. "Except for those who went abroad or were in Beijing, there were basically very few people who came out, let alone those who came here like me. It’s from Nanjing.”

"me!"

Fang Yifan's head was filled with excitement and he directly raised his hand, "I'm coming to Nanjing to study!"

"Fanfan?"

Song Qian and Qiao Weidong looked at each other in surprise, "No, Fanfan, have you discussed this matter with your mother?"

"Auntie knows that you and Yingzi have a good relationship, but after all, going to college is the most important thing in the first ten years of your life. Don't make a random decision when your head gets hot!"

"Don't worry, Aunt Song Qian, I told my mother before, but at that time I told my mother that I didn't want to study in Beijing."

“At that time, I hadn’t decided where exactly I wanted to study.”

"Then why did you decide to come to Nanjing?" Qiao Weidong thought a little more than Song Qian. In other words, a father with a daughter has an instinctive suspicion of all men around his daughter except himself.

I was shivering downstairs at Song Qian's house late at night, almost freezing to death, but when I saw Lin Lei'er, I still felt that this kid was after Yingzi.

So as soon as Fang Yifan said that he was coming to Nanjing to study, Qiao Weidong immediately woke up from his initial drunken state.

This guy is trying to trick his own daughter!

"I, I think Nanjing roast duck is delicious!" Fang Yifan, who was racking his brains for a reason, happened to see the plate of roast duck turned on the table, and his eyes lit up, "I didn't say where I must go anyway, just I want to go out and take a look while I’m still young.”

"It just so happens that both Nanjing and Beijing are famous for their roast duck. Although my visit to Nanjing is only a short time, I feel that I am destined to Nanjing!"

"So I decided to come to Nanjing to study at university!"

After seeing each other for a long time, Qiao Weidong scratched his head speechlessly. He had seen "ping pong diplomacy" on TV before. How could a "roast duck decision" still come up after decades?

No matter how much I think about it, I feel like this guy is talking nonsense to me!

No, I need to think about it!