Are you hungry, I will play the piano for you

The old lady's phone call was concise and mysterious, she only asked Fan Xia to come back before Monday to meet his brother whom he had never met.So at around 10 o'clock the next morning, Fan Xia drove the car and set foot on the main road leading to his hometown.

Fan Xia originally thought that whether he saw or not, this younger brother was there, and his status and location would not change, so he never had the idea of ​​going home because he was a fart child.But the old lady has a good career and a full life, and she basically doesn't know how to call and send WeChat to supervise her son's daily and emotional life. If she has a phone call, she must give orders. Had to make a decision.

He looked at Zhou Yidong out of the corner of his eye, that guy was looking down to check the date of the walnut milk in his hand, he said with a sympathetic heart, "Don't be distracted while driving, don't look at me."

Before the two of them got on the expressway, Zhou Yidong went to the supermarket to buy a bunch of things, including sesame paste, massage pillows and foot tubs, plus the milk powder that Fan Xia bought in Australia, and the back seat of the car was filled to the brim with these things .

Zhou Yidong looked left and right, all the things he bought were within the warranty period, so he began to study the instruction manual of the foot bath.

He was dressed very formally today, with a suit, a white shirt and a dark green tie.He also suppressed his smile, with an unnaturally solemn expression, looking very much like a newcomer who is about to knock on someone's door to sell insurance.

How could Zhou Yidong not be nervous when he was about to meet his parents, not to mention that Fan Xia hadn't talked about the family affairs, he didn't know what kind of person his mother-in-law was.

mother in law……

mother in law! !

Zhou Yidong, who was doubly nervous, raised his head, rubbed his wet palms on his pants, and asked, "Mother-in-law...what kind of personality do you like? Is it more cheerful or more stable?"

Those four words made Fan Xia very uncomfortable, he corrected him and said: "What mother-in-law, that's our mother."

Zhou Yidong followed subconsciously: "Mom."

Fan Xia: "..."

He twitched the corners of his mouth unkindly, managed to hold back his smile, and said, "Don't think about it, my mother likes your personality."

Zhou Yidong seriously didn't believe it, and said, "Should I pretend to be mature? After I get to your house, I don't talk much, otherwise I will be exposed."

Fan Xia asked curiously: "What is exposed?"

Zhou Yidong: "IQ."

Fan Xia couldn't bear it anymore, "Hahaha!"

Zhou Yidong: "..."

But he suddenly realized a little bit of Zen from Fan Xia's laughter, and suddenly said: "You mean our mother likes to be silly?"

Fan Xia: "..."

Wanting to pay half of his attention to look at the road, but also wanting to continue to express the haha ​​in his chest, Fan Xia had no choice but to squeeze the steering wheel in pain to restrain himself, and let out a simple and hasty hmm in the midst of his busy schedule.

In fact, Fan Xia is also very nervous, he knows his mother well, and knows that the old lady is most disaccustomed to animals with different clothes and clothes.Today's Zhou Yidong is dressed like the leader of this kind of people, he can only remind him.

As for whether the old lady can accept it, he really has no idea.

If the old lady saw Zhou Yidong and beat him out with a broom, Fan Xia could only be beaten with him, not even fighting.Otherwise, if the old lady can't let go of her bad breath, she will look down on Zhou Yidong more and more.

However, Fan Xia didn't want to show the expression of a strong man breaking his wrist, otherwise Zhou Yidong would be even more nervous.

After driving for two hours, Fan Xia and Zhou Yidong arrived at the place.

The two of them went upstairs with big and small bags, neither of them had hands to take out the keys, so Fan Xia could only call the door with his feet.

Zhou Yidong suddenly breathed out, holding it in his chest and didn't dare to let it out.

He holds more things than Fan Xia, causing others to see him with only one forehead, and he has to tilt his head to see his whole body.

When he heard the door open, he showed his face as a matter of course. When he saw a middle-aged woman, he didn't dare to call his mother directly, and said, "Hello, auntie!"

The old lady is not old at all, and she has the awareness of skin care in her early twenties, which is already rare for her at that time.She has been living smoothly these years, with a good attitude and a lot of joy, so she looks younger than her peers.

I don't know if it's because of the business relationship, but her eyes look extraordinarily bright, commonly known as radiant.

Fan Xia said: "Mom, my arms are sore from hugging, can you move it somewhere first? I can put this pile of things down."

The old lady turned sideways to let the two of them in, scolded Fan Xia and said, "You still do these nonsense when you get home, your Uncle Rong and I are not short of money, who asked you to buy these things?"

She didn't intend to listen to the answer, and immediately asked Zhou Yidong: "This foreign boy is really energetic, I have never seen it before, your friend? What's his name?"

Zhou Yidong stretched his already stiff long legs, and replied: "Hello, Auntie!"

Fan Xia: "..."

old lady:"……"

Having received Fan Xia's indistinct kick on his calf, Zhou Yidong immediately received the signal, with a solemn face, and lowered his voice to repeat: "Hello, Auntie."

Fan Xia: "..."

old lady:"……"

This is a short-sightedness, right?

Heartless Eye was in a tense state of first-level battle until he entered the house.He followed Fan Xia and put the things in the corner of the living room, and then poked them in place, waiting for the next order from his mother-in-law, which made Fan Xia very worried.

Uncle Rong was at home all the time. When he heard the voice, he came out of the master bedroom. When he saw Zhou Yidong, he was stunned for a moment, then moved his mouth, and then said something that was obviously not the original words: "Fan Xia is back? Tired of driving for so long It's broken, sit down, sit down, let your...friends sit too, I'll pour water for you."

Fan Xia politely refused, and went to pour water by herself, but her heart immediately sank.

Although the old lady is her own mother, Fan Xia has to admit that she is used to talking nonsense. From fooling his father at the beginning to fooling clients later, her ability to deceive the world and turn black and white has been perfected so far. Basically, she even Saying 'the sun was spit out by the Tathagata Buddha's hiccup' without blinking or turning red.

Uncle Rong is different. He has been an elementary school teacher for decades, and he has a deep-seated concept that he must set an example for the children. He must set a good example for the children in all aspects. Lying and acting are absolutely not acceptable. .

Logically speaking, when the old couple met Zhou Yidong for the first time, Fan Xia didn't speak, and the two of them didn't have any intimate movements or eyes, so they would think that Zhou Yidong was Fan Xia's friend.

Seeing Fan Xia's friend, what's so surprising about Uncle Rong?

Unless they already know that Zhou Yidong is not Fan Xia's friend.

This is not right, if they knew, the old couple would still be so calm?

The question in Fan Xia's mind changed from 'how to introduce Zhou Yidong' to 'what's the situation', thinking hard, pulling the hard wooden stake, and sitting opposite the old couple.

Uncle Rong and the old lady chatted with Fan Xia for a while, but didn't ask Zhou Yidong much, and there was no strange look in their eyes, Fan Xia was a little relieved.

Anyway, the old lady doesn't seem to dislike Zhou Yidong, so that's a good start.

But Zhou Yidong couldn't relax, in order to tell his mother-in-law and father-in-law that he was very stable and able to resist, he sat upright like an interview, and even gave his occasional answers rigidly.

Seeing the pain in her eyes, the old lady couldn't sit still and said she was going to make lunch.

Zhou Yidong quickly stood up and said, "Auntie, I'll help you."

Fan Xia glanced at Zhou Yidong, and said uneasy: "Mom, you sit down, I will cook, let him help me."

The old lady lowered her face and asked: "What's wrong with your mother and I don't want to eat the food I cooked?" Her eyes asked: What are you afraid of?Can I eat him?

Fan Xia: "..."

He instantly knew that the old lady knew and wanted to talk to Zhou Yidong, but Zhou Yidong didn't know anything.

Fan Xia sighed, and called again: "Mom."

The old lady was very smart, she gave Fan Xia a tactful look, the meaning was very clear, if she kept talking about it, she would turn her face off.

Zhou Yidong was stupid, he had already entered the kitchen first, and the old lady straightened up and went in too.

Fan Xia sighed again, and then said, "Uncle Rong..."

The honest Uncle Rong lowered his voice and said, "It's okay, your mother is not angry, she said she has no objection, as long as you like it."

Fan Xia raised his head with an expression of being struck by lightning, he couldn't believe that the bloody storm he was about to face had swept away like this, and he and Zhou Yidong hadn't even been touched yet.

He couldn't help asking: "How do you know?"

The old lady in the kitchen tied up her apron, and asked Zhou Yidong who was breaking the broccoli, seemingly unintentionally, "You look so fast, do you always cook at home?"

Zhou Yidong said with a smile: "I don't know how to cook, and everything I do is wasted. Fan Xia said that my cooking is a waste of food."

old lady:"……"

She extinguished a lamp for Zhou Yidong in her heart.

The old lady asked again: "This dress is pretty good, did you iron it yourself? It's really neat."

Zhou Yidong said honestly: "No, I haven't worn it since I brought it back from the dry cleaner, and hung it in the closet, so there are no wrinkles on it."

old lady:"……"

She extinguished another lamp.

The old lady continued to ask: "I think you can speak Chinese quite well. What do you do? Foreign teacher?"

Zhou Yidong showed a very satisfied expression, and said, "No, I'm serving Fan Xia a plate."

old lady:"……"

She directly drew a big red cross on Zhou Yidong's three characters.

It's fine if my son finds a man, but if he finds a man who can't take care of himself and doesn't work well, who is this with?You expect your son to serve the uncle?

The old lady was extremely unhappy, her face turned dark immediately, she was too lazy to talk to Zhou Yidong, and she planned to find an opportunity in a while to send Fan Xia to a small black room for education.

However, before leaving the kitchen, the old lady changed her mind.

Zhou Yidong was like a professional clerk, washing vegetables, chopping vegetables, tidying up fish with extraordinary skills, and cutting every piece of beef to the same thickness without leaving any crumbs.

After finishing the preparations, he didn't leave. He stood by and watched the old lady cooking, and handed things over in a timely manner.

Although he has a broken hand, he knows the order of cooking and the seasonings that need to be used very well. He can hand over the soy sauce, cooking wine, monosodium glutamate and salt as soon as possible without the old lady saying a word or making a look. When using white vinegar, never pass over aged vinegar.

...Is this someone who can't cook?

The old lady thought secretly, the blind cat met a dead mouse.After she finished thinking, she continued to let Zhou Yidong hang out, waiting for him to hand over Jiang.

After waiting for a long time, Zhou Yidong handed over a plate of finely chopped minced garlic.

The old lady thought he had no eyesight, and was even more unhappy, so she went to get the ginger herself.

But Zhou Yidong opened his mouth and said: "Auntie, don't put ginger."

The old lady's authority was questioned, and she lost her patience and said, "What do you know, it doesn't taste good without ginger."

Zhou Yidong was a little hesitant, but in the end Fan Xia defeated his mother-in-law, and still said: "Fan Xia doesn't eat ginger, and doesn't like ginger at all."

The old lady put a face on her face and said, "Is he my son or your son? How can I know if he eats ginger or not?!"

Zhou Yidong Xin said that of course it is your old son, but Fan Xia really doesn't eat ginger...

With a pleading expression, he moved his hands and took the ginger piece from the old lady's hand.

At that moment, the old lady thought of putting the ladle on his head.

Afterwards, Zhou Yidong continued to do the work that should be done, but put the piece of ginger in a corner far away from the old lady.

Taking advantage of the time when he had nothing to do, he tried his best to show the opportunity, picked up the white radish, carved it, and carefully placed it beside the plate.

When the dishes were almost done, the old lady glanced at them without a mood.

On the side of several small discs, some are placed with carrot slices and diamond-shaped cucumber slices, and some are piled up with a handful of diced colored peppers and carved white radish in the middle of the plate.

The sauced eggplant that was served just now was originally full of color and fragrance, but Zhou Yidong's beautiful arrangement turned it into a hideous big slime.

The old lady's face completely and immediately changed from cloudy to cloudy.

She wanted to say that no matter how beautifully your plate is laid out, you can't eat it. My son will still think that my mother's cooking is good.

Zhou Yidong didn't see any sign of the coming storm, he suddenly showed four teeth, turned his head to look at the kitchen door.

Within a few seconds, the kitchen door was opened, and Fan Xia walked in.

Fan Xia didn't look at Zhou Yidong, but turned his eyes to the old lady's face, and asked with a smile: "Thanks for your hard work, mother, I'm afraid there won't be enough manpower, so come over and serve the dishes."

Zhou Yidong grabbed his shoulders, pushed the man out, and said, "It smells like oily smoke, so don't come in, I'll just carry it myself."

After finishing speaking, he directly closed the door, and said to the old lady: "Auntie, go out first, and I will do the rest."

The old lady stared at him for a while, until Zhou Yidong's hairs stood on end, before she heard her ask: "How do you know my son is coming to the kitchen?"

Zhou Yidong thought about it seriously, then patted the back of his head, called himself a magic stick, and gave an ethereal and fairy-like answer.

He said: "I don't know how I know, but I think Fan Xia is here."

The author has something to say: I suddenly found an article without any exposure, and received more than a dozen more in two days. It was probably recommended by Little Angel Meng and others. I was really touched to be liked by Ni Meng. Here I give it to Little Angel. Moe bowed~~