Mr. Fan's face still didn't look very good, and he seemed to be worried.

When they were having dinner together, few of them smiled. But Fan Wenxin was really happy to have her family members over, and she kept coaxing her parents to lighten the mood.

Huo Yixiu ate quietly, occasionally saying a few words.

The person in my mind is someone, with half a snail in her pink lips, the remaining snail tail pinched by her white and slender fingers, and a drop of soup hanging from her slightly raised chin.

Embarrassed and satisfied.

Lonely and self-contained.

No words are needed, just quietly savor the delicious food and the relaxation brought by the TV series.

Holding the phone, he typed a few words and sent it out.

"Are there any customers looking for you?" Fan Wenxin put some food in his bowl and looked at him with a smile. Huo Yixiu put his phone upside down and said, "Look up how to cook squirrel mandarin fish."

Fan Wenxin glanced at the half-eaten fish and asked with a smile: "When did you like cooking?"

Fan's mother continued, "It's an advantage for a man to be able to cook. Your father was attracted to me because he cooked so well."

"Wenxin has been spoiled by us since she was a child. She has never been in the kitchen. She is really an amateur." She changed the subject and naggled to Fan Wenxin, "Now you have a career, but you are getting older and older. No one takes care of you. You don't know how to cook. What are you going to do in the future..."

Fan's mother was worried about her daughter's lifelong affairs. Fan Wenxin pursed her lips and did not dare to interrupt. Fan's father did not interrupt her, but just glanced at Huo Yixiu.

Huo Yixiu's face was as gloomy as water and he didn't say anything. Fan Wenxin glanced at him and finally couldn't sit still anymore and called out "Mom" in a tender voice.

"Mommy, why do you keep saying these things? I have a career, everyone calls me a strong woman. Do I have to get married?"

Fan's mother glared at her sternly: "Does our family lack money? Do we need you to earn money to support the family? The Fan family's assets are more than enough to support you until you die. Do we need you to work yourself into trouble outside?"

The atmosphere suddenly changed again.

Huo Yixiu squeezed his chopsticks and looked up. Fan's mother was staring at him. Huo Yixiu put down his chopsticks and put his arms on the table, his posture still relaxed.

He smiled slightly: "Aunt, if you have anything to say, just say it directly."

"You asked me to say it." Fan's mother raised her neck with a fierce tone. Fan Wenxin realized what she was going to say, and felt nervous, expectant, and afraid.

"Mommy, stop talking..." She gently tugged at Fan's mother's clothes, afraid of the answer Huo Yixiu would give.

Fan's mother was very strong and held her daughter's hand: "Aren't you a strong woman? What are you afraid of!"

She stared at Huo Yixiu closely: "Yixiu, although I'm not with you, I've seen everything you've been through with Wen Xin. Can't you see that she's devoted to you? She stayed in Nancheng for you, don't you know?"

Fan Wenxin's face flushed and her whole body was stiff.

Her embarrassing confession would reappear in my mind as soon as I closed my eyes.

Her illness was discovered because of her shameful confession, but she also remembered Huo Yixiu's reaction at that time.

He avoided her for reasons known to everyone.

"...Wen Xin, I'm married."

The low voice sounded in his ears again at this moment, and Fan Wenxin's heart and eyes were filled with sadness.

Without caring that she was still recuperating, she picked up the wine glass in front of Fan's father and drank it in one gulp. No one could stop her.

"Mommy, stop talking."

This made Fan's parents very distressed.

Mother Fan held her in her arms: "Silly child..."

Father Fan took a deep breath and said to Huo Yixiu, "You are married and have a wife. Maybe in a year or two, you will even have a child. But my daughter is still single. Her youth was spent on you, and her career ambition was also born for you. Huo Yixiu, after all these years, you must give my daughter and our Fan family an explanation, right?"

……

In a small restaurant.

The snails with perilla leaves and chili peppers are spicy, and the snail meat is chewy and bouncy. Unfortunately, the best season for eating snails has passed, and small snails have grown in them, which are difficult to remove.

Ling Zhao spit out a few small snails after eating only a few.

But this did not hinder her enthusiasm for eating snails.

It seemed as if every breath he sucked was Huo Yixiu's blood.

Relieve hatred.

He liked Fan Wenxin so much, and her parents also came. Daughter, son-in-law, father-in-law and mother-in-law, that's a family.

Why doesn't he stay true to his love and let her go?

Which capitalist has clean hands and a clean body? He cares about his reputation, so why not spend a little more money on marketing?

Ling Zhao didn't want to imagine their happy family of four sitting together for dinner.

She just used external forces to ignore the pain in her heart and make herself feel better.

A dish was suddenly placed on the table, joining the two dishes and the soup. The waiter put not only that dish but two more dishes on his tray.

Golden cabbage soup, fried meat with black fungus, steamed egg with shrimp.

Ling Zhao was stunned for a moment, and quickly paused the TV series and typed a few words: You served the wrong dishes, I didn’t order these dishes.

The waiter looked at the order and said, "It's for your table, that's right... Oh, these were ordered by mobile phone. Were you so engrossed in the drama that you forgot?"

He took one look at the pile of snail shells, busied himself with greeting other guests, and left.

Ling Zhao stared at the dishes in confusion, making sure he didn't add any extra dishes.

She simply can't eat that much.

At this time, a WeChat message came in on the phone. Ling Zhao was about to open it when suddenly there was a noise at the table behind him.

"Young Master, Little Ancestor, please eat slowly... Why are you covering your mouth? Is there a fish bone stuck in your mouth? Are you choking?"

The voice was getting more and more panicked. Ling Zhao turned his head and saw a woman squatting beside the boy, patting his back and wiping his chest to help him breathe smoothly. She was so panicked that she actually scooped a spoonful of soup and asked the boy to swallow it.

The little fat boy's face turned purple and he actually opened his mouth to swallow the soup.

Ling Zhao opened her eyes wide and quickly stood up, but her movements were so big that the chair flipped over.

There was a loud bang, and the woman was so scared that her hand shook and the soup spilled.

She was anxious and angry. She glared at Ling Zhao and went to scoop soup again.

Before she could put the spoon in the boy's mouth, Ling Zhao pulled her away and at the same time lifted the boy off his seat with great effort. She asked him to spread his legs and lean forward. She was behind the boy, clenching her fists and pushing hard above his navel.

After repeating this several times, the boy vomited out an unchewed quail egg with a vomit sound.

The little fat boy's breathing finally became smooth, and he pointed at her with his trembling fat fingers: "It's you..."

Ling Zhao was sweating profusely from exhaustion. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and grinned at him tiredly.

Haha, it’s me, little fat boy.

It is hard to forget such a fat child, who is a little scoundrel who can do evil things at such a young age.

"Little ancestor, you scared me to death." The nanny almost cried and hugged the little fat boy tightly.

Ling Zhao looked at them speechlessly, not expecting the little fat boy to be grateful and thank him, so he returned to his table and continued eating.

The fat boy sat in front of her.

Ling Zhao glanced at him. The little fat man put his hands on the table and looked at her: "The food here is average, I'll treat you to something else."

Ling Zhao sneered, turned around and pointed at the mess on the table, and the boy blushed.

He must be embarrassed to eat here again.

It must be embarrassing for so many people to see him choking because of his greed, right?

Ling Zhao made a face at him and picked up his forgotten phone.

When I opened it, I saw Huo Yixiu’s message: Eat less cold foods.

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