Senior, cut off your sleeve?

Sure enough, Zhang Jing started nagging again and again, saying that staying up late all the time is not good for his health, and advised him not to just focus on making friends, but also to make one or two female friends at the right time and so on.

Dong Xi'an's ears felt like calluses from hearing such words in the few days since Zhang Jing came here.

But as a qualified son, he still listened patiently. Although he didn't listen carefully, he thought about everything with that person over and over again in his heart.Finally, I was able to fall asleep peacefully and contentedly.

Zhang Jing seemed to really want to make up for Dong Xi'an. He started preparing early in the morning. The kitchen was full of various ingredients, such as chicken, duck, fish, and various vegetables. It seemed that today would be a feast for the eyes.

Dong Xi'an thought about it, it seemed that it had been a long time since he had eaten the dishes made by his mother, and he was so moved that he hugged Zhang Jing tightly with tears in his eyes.

Being hugged by him like this, Zhang Jing blushed, and a big smile filled the corner of her mouth.

"Okay, okay, go wash your face quickly! After washing, call your senior and ask him to come over and eat together!" Zhang Jing gently shook off Dong Xi'an's tight bear hug, turned around and continued to work.

"No need, what are you calling him for? Maybe he's going to work in the morning!" Dong Xi'an's smile froze on his face, and he quickly declined.

"Who's still going to work this weekend? Why are you so stingy? He's your senior after all, let alone living so close, what's the point of asking him out for a meal!" Zhang Jing held the spatula Pointing to Dong Xi'an and said.

"Oh, okay!" Dong Xi'an breathed a sigh of relief, he thought his shrewd mother had found out about him and Liu Zhiyu!

It turned out to be a false alarm. Thinking about it this way, Dong Xi'an was a little happy. It seems that his mother really likes Liu Zhiyu, which is great.

"Go quickly! Look at you, you'll be talking about others every day in college, and you'll forget about them as soon as you graduate. You really have no conscience..."

Zhang Jing is still complaining about Dong Xi'an, and Dong Xi'an has already escaped from this "smoke battlefield" far away, lest his ears suffer again.

Sure enough, when I get older, I like to chatter, Aunt Mo Ye is like this, and so is my own mother.

Dong Xi'an finished washing at an unprecedented speed, lay on the comfortable bed, and sent a message to Liu Juyu on his mobile phone with a smile on his face.

"Senior, my mother wants to treat you to dinner, come here quickly!"

When Dong Xi'an sent messages to Liu Zhiyu, he would always add a rose at the end.

Liu Yaoyu quickly responded to the message, but it was a simple word: ah.

There are no punctuation marks, and Dong Xi'an is very aware of Liu Zhiyu's habits, so he doesn't care.

Dong Xi'an quickly typed back a series of words: Don't worry, my mother just wanted to treat the senior to a meal, and she made it herself, and there was no other meaning.

"Okay." Another concise and clear word.

"Then senior, come here quickly!"

Dong Xi'an sent him another reply, put down his phone, and happily went to the living room to wait for Liu Zhiyu's arrival.

It's so good that the whole family can have a happy meal.

After a while, the doorbell rang, and Dong Xi'an got up from the sofa in a jerk, quickly smoothed his hair with both hands, and smoothed his clothes along the way, for fear that his appearance would be inappropriate.

It's just that Dong Xi'an didn't know that all his actions fell into the eyes of his father who was reading the newspaper. Dong An looked at his son's back and sighed softly.

Dong Xi'an opened the door carefully, and the people outside the door held their heads high, their hair neatly combed, and they were very handsome and upright.

Seeing Liu Zhiyu's frown slightly frowned because of nervousness, Dong Xi'an wanted to laugh a little.

It turned out that the senior also had times of nervousness.

He dragged Liu Zhiyu into the door, and said loudly towards the back room: "Ah, the senior is here, please come in quickly!"

As soon as Zhang Jing heard that Liu Juyu was coming, with the spatula still in her hand, Zhang Jing poked her head out of the kitchen to say hello, "Oh, Juyu is here, calling you here so suddenly will not delay you? "

"No, no, I still have to thank my aunt for her kind hospitality!" Liu Zhiyu concealed the intense tension in her heart, and replied generously and gracefully.

"That's good. It's nothing. It's all my handicraft. It's rare for us to come here. It's not easy for you to go out alone. Besides, you and my Xiaoan haven't known each other for a day or two. I also want to thank you, the senior, for your kindness to us." Take care of Jia Xiaoan!"

Zhang Jing looked at this polite and good-looking person in front of him, and the chatterbox was opened again. Dong Xi'an saw that his mother was talking wrongly, and was afraid that Zhang Jing would talk about his past, so he hurriedly stepped forward to interrupt, "Mom, Cai, Is the dish going to be mushy?"

When Zhang Jing heard this, she remembered that there was still fish stewing in the pot. After ordering Dong Xi'an to treat Liu Zhiyu well, she turned and went into the kitchen.

Dong Xi'an arranged for Liu Zhiyu to be opposite Dong An, and went to make tea for them, leaving only Liu Zhiyu and Dong An sitting in the living room eagerly.

Liu Yaoyu rarely dealt with the elderly since he was a child, and he didn't know how to chat with people, so he just said hello to Dong An and shut up.

On the contrary, Dong An seemed to have seen Liu Zhiyu's thoughts, and took the initiative to start a conversation. The topics between men are sometimes very simple. No matter how big the age difference is, as long as you find the right topic, you can chat about everything. .

So, when Dong Xi'an came over with a pot of soaked Tieguanyin, Liu Zhiyu and his father were chatting happily.

He never knew that Liu Zhiyu talked so much, and what he didn't know was that his father's laughter was so loud.

And the most irritating thing is that since he, Dong An's own son, couldn't get in a word, he once again deeply doubted whether he was his own.

Fortunately, after a while, Zhang Jing's voice came from the kitchen: "The meal is ready, come here!"

The long dining table is filled with all kinds of dishes, including soup, meat, and vegetarian dishes. Most importantly, there are all kinds of Dong Xi'an's favorite meat.

Dong Xi'an looked at a large table of steaming delicacies in front of him, and couldn't help but reach out to grab the bowl of his favorite spicy chicken nuggets and stewed potatoes.

But the sharp-eyed Zhang Jing slapped his hand back in mid-air, "There are no rules, the guests haven't eaten yet!"

"Mom, you're biased, I'm your own son!" Dong Xi'an growled loudly.

It's rare for Dong Xi'an to look shriveled, so he teased Liu Zhiyu to secretly hold back a smile, almost causing internal injuries.

"Juyu is laughing, sit down, how about a taste? Is it to your liking?" Zhang Jing ignored Dong Xi'an's accusation, and only looked at Liu Juyu expectantly.