In the entertainment industry, you are scumbag and I am cheap

In the past, Cheng Xiangdong only dared to think about this kind of visit to his man's parents secretly in his dreams. After all, he never thought that Han Jiamu and Han Jiamu would develop into what they are now.

Mother Han was stunned when she saw Cheng Xiangdong, and she only nodded slowly when she heard him greet her.

Cheng Xiangdong heaved a sigh of relief. Although he didn't seem to be smiling, at least he didn't directly frown, which is not bad.

Mother Han didn't know what to think. After seeing her, she turned around and went to the kitchen. It looked like she was planning to cook dinner. As for whether she would stay east for dinner...it's hard to say.

Father Han and Cheng Xiangdong were able to chat for a few words, but nothing else, just asking about his family situation and his parents' views on the relationship between the two of them.

Cheng Xiangdong also dealt with it well. Later, when he saw Han Jiamu's face was too serious, he grumbled at him, "You go and help Auntie with some work, and I'll just chat with Uncle."

Han Jiamu nodded, got up and went to the kitchen without saying anything else.

When he left, Cheng Xiangdong turned his face and smiled, and said to Father Han: "Uncle, I know that Jiamu suddenly said that he found a man to live with, it will be difficult for you to accept, but please rest assured, he and I are not casual people, since we have met The parents of both parties will definitely be responsible for each other, and my parents have the same attitude, thinking that when you have time, we can meet and have a meal together. "

Father Han didn't expect him to be so straightforward. After staring at his beautiful black eyes for a while, he suddenly smiled and said, "Your temper is also straightforward, just like my Mumu."

Cheng Xiangdong smiled reservedly, but he started to roll his eyes and complain in his heart.

Your son is not only straight and straight, but also as stubborn as a lump of wood. He really deserves the name you gave him.

In the kitchen, Han Jiamu was helping his mother pick vegetables, and he did this often after seeing his skillful technique.

Mother Han looked surprised, and asked, "Have you learned how to cook?"

"I usually cook in the east, and I help wash the vegetables." Han Jiamu put the picked vegetables in a basin, then rinsed them with water, "Mom, are you still angry?"

"Your father and I are normal, how could you like a man, this is a disease!"

"Who told you that liking men is a disease? In your eyes, should those who like the same sex be killed? Mom, I brought Xiangdong here today to give you an attitude. We plan to get married, whether you can I can't accept it, and I definitely won't let him go."

Han's mother started to cry again when her son said this, this is her own son, how could he like men!

Han Jiamu also knew that he had a bad tone just now, but he was used to being straightforward, and he didn't know how to comfort his mother.

Mother Han was crying over there. Han Jiamu felt uncomfortable and couldn't speak, so he could only turn around and go out.

Cheng Xiangdong was talking to Dad Han about the funny things about his childhood when Han Jiamu came over and patted him on the shoulder, frowning and said, "Go."

"Where am I going?" Cheng Xiangdong was a little confused.

Following Han Jiamu's gaze towards the kitchen, Cheng Xiangdong froze for a moment, then looked at him in disbelief—what do you mean?

Help me to coax my mother.

Thanks to the two being able to communicate with each other with their eyes, Cheng Xiangdong's mouth twitched, and he stood up resignedly and said to Father Han, "Uncle, I will help Auntie cook, so you can try my cooking."

Father Han didn't understand what the two of them were communicating back and forth between their eyes, but he still nodded. He looks very pleasing to Cheng Xiangdong now.

Han Jiamu's house is still the same old house with a small area. It's not that he won't change the house for his parents, but his parents said that they are used to living here, and they might not be used to living in another place, so they don't The new house I bought was not vacant, and I could earn more income by renting it out. Although the rent for a year may not make my son earn money by taking commercials, it is much more than the salary of the old couple.

Han Jiamu doesn't care what his parents do with the new house, anyway, they bought the house, and if they don't live in it, they don't live in it, as long as they are happy.

Cheng Xiangdong went to the kitchen. Mother Han thought it was her son who had gone and came back. She raised her hand to wipe the tears on her face and turned her head to say something. When she saw that it was Cheng Xiangdong, she was stunned for a while and asked with her mouth pursed: "Why are you here, why are you here?" What about wood?"

"I'm here to help my aunt cook. I heard from Jiamu that your trachea is not very good recently, and there is a lot of oily smoke in the kitchen. Auntie, tell me what you are going to cook, and I will do it." The dishes in the middle are taken out and cut into samples, and the movements are agile.

Mother Han was a little dumbfounded by his actions. She just heard her son say that Cheng Xiangdong usually cooks, but she didn't believe it. Which young people like them now don't open their mouths to eat and stretch out their hands?And she heard that Cheng Xiangdong's family conditions are quite good, so how can there be a nanny to take care of him?

Cheng Xiangdong didn't intend to make this stubborn woman like him too much, as long as he didn't repel him too much, he didn't want to see Han Jiamu in a dilemma, so when he saw that she didn't talk to him, he played his usual attitude when coaxing his mother. There, he looked at the several kinds of meat on the table, and started to cook the dishes that Han Jiamu usually likes.

"Auntie, don't look at me like this. In fact, when I was abroad, I cooked the food by myself. At that time, I also cooked the supplementary food for the good boy, and I also like cooking. When I was young, my mother cooked. Looking at it from the side, I'm pretty good at cooking, Jiamu and Guaizi both like to eat it."

Sure enough, Mother Han's expression relaxed a lot when she heard him say good boy.

"Good boy likes to eat chicken wings."

"When Guaizi came home, he always said that the chicken wings made by Grandma Han were very delicious. Auntie, I will make them for you once in a while. If you try it, what is wrong? Please give me pointers, and I can make it for Guaizi when I go back. " Cheng Xiangdong quickly caught up with the words, in fact, he knew best that his fat boy was never picky about meat, as long as it was meat, he would be very happy when he ate it.

Mother Han's mouth was not as straight as it was just now, and she nodded slightly.

Cheng Xiangdong climbed up the pole, knowing that the other party was also a diehard, so he didn't mention his relationship with Han Jiamu at all, and only used the trick he used to deal with Han's father just now, and used the good boy as the topic. Han's mother still gave face, and would respond from time to time He said a word.

When cooking, Cheng Xiangdong let Han's mother out, and Han Jiamu came in instead.

Mother Han was not polite either, she just nodded and turned around to leave the kitchen. As soon as she left, Cheng Xiangdong exhaled hard, his half-suspended heart was finally relieved.

He felt that meeting parents was more tiring than filming.

In fact, Han Jiamu was a little confused after Cheng Xiangdong entered the kitchen. After all, although his mother can't be violent, the cold treatment made people feel uncomfortable. As a result, he didn't see Cheng Xiangdong come out for a long time. After more than half a day When I was young, his mother came out first, so he hurriedly stood up to greet her and asked, "Mom, why don't you cook?"

Mother Han gave him a hard look, and said coldly: "Xiao Cheng doesn't need me, he kicked me out."

Han Jiamu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled inwardly but didn't dare to make it too obvious on his face, he just said "Oh" and hurried to the kitchen, he had to go and see what was going on with Cheng Xiangdong.

In the kitchen, Cheng Xiangdong glanced at the spice rack next to him. He had everything he needed. He set the pot on fire and poured oil, and said without turning his head when he heard footsteps: "Pour me a glass of water quickly, and tell your mother I almost died of thirst after a long time."

Without further ado, Han Jiamu turned around and went out to pour a glass of warm water, and then came in again. Cheng Xiangdong was pouring the chicken wings into the pot to boil the water. He turned his head and drank the glass of water, "Ha~~ my throat is almost smoking."

"My mother doesn't seem to be as angry as before."

"How did you see it? I figured out who your facial paralysis is inherited from. Your mother didn't change her expression for a long time. I was so nervous." Cheng Xiangdong took the time to turn around and rolled his eyes at him, and turned on another stove by the way. , "Go out, don't get in the way here, do your parents have a strong taste in food, are they about the same as you?"

Han Jiamu didn't say a word, stretched out his hand to hug him from behind, and rubbed his forehead against the back of his neck vigorously, "Thank you."

Cheng Xiangdong curled his lips and elbowed him, "Get out, get out, and I'll call you to serve the food later."

Han Jiamu didn't move, so he didn't go out. If he went out to talk to his parents, he might make them angry, and Cheng Xiangdong's hard work would be in vain. It would be better to get in the way here.

Cheng Xiangdong was picked up by him like a big mangy dog, it was difficult to move, and he had to raise his hands and feet when he turned his face to get another side dish.

"Even if you want to stand, you have to stand over there, it's too much of a hindrance."

Han Jiamu hugged him and didn't move.

There was really nothing to do with him, so Cheng Xiangdong timidly prepared six dishes, and Han Jiamu served them out one by one.

The couple sitting at the dining table were really surprised by the six dishes with good color, fragrance and taste. No wonder they managed to raise the good boy so chubby.

Father Han took out a bottle of white wine from the cabinet, sat at the table cheerfully and said, "I didn't even want to drink what you brought back last time, come here, let's drink some."

Han Jiamu nodded, and stopped his father when he was pouring wine for Cheng Xiangdong, "Dad, Xiangdong's feet are not fully healed yet, so he can't drink."

Cheng Xiangdong blinked. He removed the plaster when he came here today. In fact, it was nothing serious. After the plaster was removed, walking slowly would not hurt. He might have stood for a long time while cooking, and his ankle is slightly It feels a little hard.Han Jiamu didn't say anything arrogantly, he himself forgot, the main reason was that he was too nervous and couldn't care about anything else.

"I'll drink with my uncle next time when my feet get better."

Father Han didn't force it, he nodded and agreed.

This means that Father Han has agreed to Cheng Xiangdong's next visit.

It was already dark when he left the Han's house, Cheng Xiangdong looked up at the old couple standing on the balcony looking down, and waved his hands.

The car back home was specially driven by Liu Sensen. Han Jiamu had a magazine cover to shoot tomorrow morning. Liu Sensen drove the two of them home and drove away.

Father Cheng was quite puzzled when he saw his son coming back alone. After asking, he found out that Han Jiamu had been drinking and said that he didn't want to disturb the old couple, so he went back to live in the newly bought house.

"Dongdong, tell Dad, how is his parents' attitude today? Have you shown your face?"

Sitting on the sofa, Cheng Xiangdong looked at his gray-haired father, and shook his head with a smile, "How can you put on face for me, Jiamu made his mother cry with just a few words, I'm the one who coaxed it!"

While sleeping at night, Cheng Xiangdong received a call from Han Jiamu. He didn't say anything else, but told him not to forget to apply the external medicine.

Cheng Xiangdong was lying under the quilt and staring at the ring on his finger that glowed. In fact, he forgot to ask when Han Jiamu measured his size, and it was actually just right.