Hold on to the owner

As soon as the two got out of the car and walked to the fountain in the middle of the yard, Yan Shuai jumped out unexpectedly.

"Sister, Wuhen, you are here!"

Yan Moqing was taken aback, and glared at him angrily: "How old are you and still so frizzy, you'll never be in shape."

Yan Shuai was full of grievances, but Wuhen turned his head and looked at the people around him in a very good mood and joked: "Mo Qing, you also know how uncomfortable it is to be scared?"

Yo, what do you mean, you started talking for outsiders before you started talking?Uh... Well, strictly speaking, Yan Shuai doesn't seem to be an outsider...

Mr. Yan's sharp eyes immediately saw that Wuhen was carrying two big shopping bags in his hand.

"What is this?" He was full of curiosity, and Wuhen replied with a smile: "The little snacks I made, I don't know what gift to prepare when I come to the door for the first time, so..."

Yan Shuai was stunned for a moment, and then opened his eyes excitedly: "When I was eating with you in the company, I heard Jinyu complain that you often made delicious snacks for my sister, but she didn't get them once. Eat, is this what you are talking about?"

Jinyu said... Wuhen thought about it carefully, it should be red bean cake, so he nodded and said, "Well, yes."

"Ah, that's great. She nodded obsessively as she was greedy. It must be delicious in the world. Hurry up, open it and let me taste a piece first."

Yan Mo raised his hand and slapped his paw, hating iron and iron, "I haven't seen my parents and grandpa yet, why should you eat first, it's really rude."

Yan Shuai held his mouth and was about to refute, but Wuhen hurriedly came out to smooth things over: "Uh... Actually, it's not as exaggerated as you said. When you really eat it later, you should probably be disappointed."

The three of them arrived in the hall as soon as they were talking, and a middle-aged beautiful woman in her forties hurriedly greeted her.

"Xiao Qing, you're back? Let mom take a look, you've lost weight. Haven't you eaten well recently? Look at this thin waist."

With a smile on Yan Moqing's face, she was dragged and nagged helplessly by her mother, but without a trace, a little unbelievable, she secretly looked up and down the woman next to her several times, and finally He turned his head and asked Yan Shuai in a low voice: "Is this your and Mo Qing's mother?"

Yan Shuai nodded: "Yes."

I heard that Yan Moqing's mother is over 50 years old, but the woman in front of me doesn't seem to be over forty?Not only is her face extremely youthful, but even her well-maintained figure does not look like she has given birth to two children at all.However, after taking a closer look, it is not difficult to find that she and Yan Moqing's eyebrows are very similar, not to mention that the charm is still there, but it should still be beautiful. If it is her sister, it seems to be more convincing. .

While talking, she had already walked to the teahouse in the corner of the living room, Yan Moqing only found a chance to interrupt her mother's words and introduce Wuhen to everyone.

"Father, mother, grandpa, this is Wuhen."

This kind of introduction seems to be too concise and concise, but everyone here knows that this handsome girl with a hint of childishness in front of her is the "instigator" who makes their daughter or granddaughter go all out and even break up with the family. ".

Yan Moqing's mother was the first to react, and took Wuhen's hand up and down to look it up and down: "Well, Wuhen is really pretty, with clear features and clear eyes, he looks like a good boy .”

While speaking, they pulled the two of them to the left and sat on the sofa, looked up at a middle-aged man opposite and asked, "Husband, do you think so?"

Wuhen followed the reputation, and the husband she was talking about, Yan Moqing's father, was about fifty years old. Although he didn't look as well maintained as his wife, he was superior in his elegant appearance and gentle temperament like jade. , with broad shoulders and long legs, and a well-maintained figure, which is a perfect match for Yan Moqing's mother.

"Yes, I also think it looks good." Yan's father responded with a smile, and looked up at Yan Moqing again: "Xiao Qing's eyes are always unmistakable, when do you see something she likes worse than that?"

Yan's mother smiled happily when she heard the words: "That's right, Xiao Qing is the most like me in this respect. She wants the best in everything, even picking a husband."

Yan Moqing's face was full of embarrassment, and when she turned her head, she saw her parents who were over fifty years old. As expected, they were staring at each other affectionately in full view of everyone.

"Hey, mom, I'm not picking on my husband, okay?"

"Why not?" Yan's mother turned to look at her with confusion on her face: "Don't you ever think about being with Wuhen for the rest of your life?"

Yan Moqing was waiting for an answer, when Yan's mother continued: "Xiaoqing, if this is the case, then I would like to talk about you, Wuhen is a very good child, and your father and I like it very much. If you I don't want to spend my whole life with her, so don't delay her like this."

With righteous words on her face, in an instant, she changed from a loving mother who loves her daughter to the one Yan Moqing is most familiar with, a temperamental woman who puts love first.After saying these words, she seemed to be still feeling puzzled, and looked up at her husband for support: "Husband, do you think so?"

Father Yan looked like a typical strict wife, but he was definitely the kind who was willing to get drunk under his wife's skirt.

"Yes, my wife is right."

Yan Moqing was speechless: "Mom, where did you go? I mean Wuhen is not a man, how can he be considered a husband?"

"Oh, I see."

Mother Yan seemed very satisfied when she heard such an explanation. She took Wuhen with one hand and her daughter with the other, and said softly, "Whether you are a man or not is not important at all. As long as you love each other, it is enough. I will say Well, how could the daughter I taught be the kind of shameless person who casually plays with other people's feelings."

Wuhen was a little confused: Didn't Mo Qing's family disagree with their being together, then... what's going on now?Fortunately, someone's performance quickly dispelled the doubts in her heart.

"Hey, look at what the two of you are talking about. Is there anyone who educates their children like this? I think Xiaoqing will get to where she is today, and it's all thanks to you. Really, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked! "

Wuhen turned his head to look, and the stable old man Yan looked stern, and gave his son and daughter-in-law a very displeased look.

"Dad, you can't say that. What's wrong with Xiao Qing? It's just falling in love with someone of the same sex. It's not a big deal at all. I think Wuhen is very good, not worse than Qi Yu at all."

After Yan's mother finished speaking, without waiting for a reminder, Yan's father also took the initiative to stand up to support his wife's point of view.

"That's right, Dad, you are too old to accept the ideas of young people. It's no surprise that there are many like them now."

"A lot?" Old Man Yan frowned: "A lot means it's right? It's completely nonsense!"

"It's not that many are right, but in the end it is a way of life chosen by the children themselves. As long as they are willing and feel happy, there is nothing wrong with it."

Mr. Yan obviously couldn't agree with his son's statement: "It's good if they think it's good? How old are they, how much salt have they eaten, and how many roads have they traveled? I think they don't understand anything and are fooling around!"

"they……"

"Grandpa!" Yan Moqing suddenly interrupted her mother's words, looking firmly at Old Man Yan, "Everyone has the right to choose their own life, I can choose to be with Wuhen, or you can choose not to accept her, But I hope you will not interfere with me, just as I will never force you to accept her."

Old Man Yan didn't speak, but there was an unexpected but reasonable astonishment in his eyes, Yan Moqing looked at him quietly for a while, then pulled Wuhen to stand up: "If you don't welcome her, today I will Let's go back first, and I'll come over by myself tomorrow."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave. Old Man Yan was startled and raised his hand as if wanting to stop him, but he really couldn't bear to say the words to persuade him to stay, so he froze there for a while.Wuhen, on the other hand, raised his hand to grab Yan Moqing's arm in time: "Wait, Moqing, grandpa didn't say he wanted to drive me away, why are you in such a hurry?"

Yan Moqing stopped and looked up at her: "But..."

In fact, she also knew that it was impossible for Grandpa to tell Wuhen to leave, but, if he disapproved of them being together in such a way, if he said some unpleasant things at the dinner later... She really didn't want Wuhen to leave. Mark suffers such grievances.She is such a good girl, but if she falls in love with herself as the same sex, will she be treated so unfairly by her family?

Wuhen smiled and looked at her: "But what, I haven't even had time to put down the present, so what's the matter with turning around and leaving?"

After saying this, she pulled Yan Moqing to sit back on the sofa again, and she half-bent down and put the shopping bag in her hand on the coffee table in front of her: "These are some snacks I made by myself. It’s worth nothing, but at least it’s a thought, I hope all the elders will like it.”

This small action immediately resolved the slightly stalemate scene just now, Yan's mother smiled and stretched out her hand to untie the shopping bag, and took out the exquisite small lunch boxes inside.

"You made all of these? They are so beautiful." She opened one of the boxes while speaking, took out the rose cake contained in it, and praised repeatedly: "Look, husband, there are rose petals on it, and the fragrance of the flowers is strong. Looks even better than the ones you ordered for me at the pastry shop."

Father Yan chuckled: "Didn't you often say that you love rose desserts the most, and you are a master in this field? Why don't you comment on Wuhen's craftsmanship on the spot?"

"It goes without saying, of course."

Mama Yan put the chess-sized pastry into her mouth, bit it lightly, chewed and swallowed it, but did not make any comments until she finished eating the whole pastry, then she looked up at Wuhen in disbelief: "Are you a professional student?" Have you ever made pastry? This rose cake is soft and sticky, with a lingering fragrance, the most important thing is that the sugar content is moderate, sweet but not greasy, it can be said to be the best rose cake I have ever eaten."

Wuhen was a little embarrassed by her praise, and waved his hands again and again: "Auntie, you are too polite, I made these up by myself when I have nothing to do, but the production method is a bit clumsy, using the old method, So maybe the aroma is stronger and the taste is better.”

"I didn't mean to coax you, but this kind of craftsmanship can indeed be compared to a top pastry chef. Is it really just something you did casually?"

Wuhen nodded, and smiled happily after hearing the praise: "It's just that Auntie likes it, and I will often make it in the future."

Mama Yan waved her hands again and again: "That's no need, it's such a trouble."

"No trouble, anyway, Mo Qing always wants to eat, and I have to help her make some from time to time."

Hearing this, Old Man Yan raised his head without a trace, and silently sized up the sincere and unaffected little girl in front of him.