Ba is always my career fan [entertainment]

"Your grandfather knew that we were coming to see you. He rushed over from the countryside yesterday and brought a lot of fresh vegetables grown by himself in his hometown, as well as freshly slaughtered pork. When we get to the place, I will make your favorite braised pork with soybeans." hooves, and braised pork." Dong Xiang is gentle and gentle, even though she is a little older, with wrinkles left on her face, she can still see her youthful beauty.

"Mom..." Yang Li called out in a drawn-out tone, and glanced at the two big cloth bags on her lap.

Maybe it's not pork but pig feed?

"I want to control my weight. The braised pork is too fatty, and I will gain weight." On the road of Yang Li's body management, Mai Yanchen is already a stumbling block.

If his mother feeds him like a pig again, he will definitely become the spokesperson of farmhouse music after the college entrance examination is over.

"Why are you fat? Look at how thin you are now." Yang Zhao said very little, and at first glance he was a taciturn and serious elder.

In fact, Yang Li's talent for sand sculpture cross talk came from his own father.

"The trash can is not full." Yang Zhao squeezed his son's thin shoulders.

"I'm so happy. When you were in junior high school, you said I was so fat that the trash can couldn't even fit me in." After being pierced by his own father, Yang Li abruptly lost weight from [-] to [-] in half a semester. Two, I have never been fat again.

After three years, the long-lost trash can was born, affirming Yang Li's weight loss effect.

"What are you fantasizing about? The big bucket was changed two years ago. If you are thrown into the original bucket, it will still overflow." Yang Zhao pinched his arm, realizing that his son was not so exaggeratedly thin, so he took back all the heartache he showed , said indiscriminately, "Compared to the time when I picked you up in the trash can..."

"Okay. Liangliang will be there soon, who will believe the nonsense you picked up from the trash can?" Dong Xiang glared at her husband.

"Ah?" Yang Li blinked, "Then where did I come from?"

"Cough..." Dong Xiang coughed in embarrassment, ashamed to mention certain topics that are not suitable for children, and said vaguely and perfunctorily, "When you find a partner, you will know."

Mai Yanchen in the driver's seat had a hard time holding back his laughter after listening to the Yang family's cross talk all the way.

Yang Li was born in a typical family of three, and the relationship between parents and children is ordinary and warm.

Back in Mai Yanchen's villa, the two parents of Yang Li looked around and said casually, "The scenery is so beautiful and suitable for studying".

So he went into the kitchen to prepare dinner, and called Yang Li in to help.

Mr. Yan, who was miserably excluded, picked up Xiao Mi, rubbed and stroked her fur forcibly in the resistance of its fur, and did not let go until it was scratched by two paws.

Mai Yanchen went round and round, walked around the villa twice, and finally couldn't help approaching the kitchen to eavesdrop.

"Liangliang, does Xiaoyan have any taboos?" Dong Xiang stewed the pig's trotters into the pot and asked the garlic peeler next to him.

"Xiao Yan?" Yang Li was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that he was calling Mai Yanchen with such a down-to-earth address.

Just like calling Wen Jiu "Xiao Wen" last time, Dong Xiang is a familiar person, and he treats his juniors very kindly and enthusiastically.

It's just that Mr. Yan, who is cold and rich, would be angry if he knew that he was called 'Xiao Yan'.

Yang Li Naobu Mai Yanchen looked angry, showing a smile that he didn't even notice, "He has a lot of taboos. He doesn't eat hard-boiled eggs for breakfast, and he doesn't like vegetables. When he eats fish, he only eats the belly of the fish, which is the most tender." For the beef, you have to eat beef tendons with large pieces of meat, and you rarely touch pork, maybe it’s too fat.”

In fact, Yang Li never asked about Mai Yanchen's preferences.

It's just that after preparing hard-boiled eggs for him twice, I felt Mr. Yan's subtle emotions, so I specially observed and paid attention to Mai Yanchen's eating habits when we shared meals afterwards.

After a few days, he came to a conclusion.

Fortunately, Mai Yanchen was born in a wealthy family.

Otherwise, he would have been expelled from the house long ago for being picky eaters.

"Xiao Yan is so picky about eating? Nutritional imbalance is not good for the body." Dong Xiang cut the white radish into pieces and added them to the stew pot, looking at the washed vegetables next to him, lost in thought.

Yang Zhao noticed his wife's expression and asked suspiciously, "What are you thinking?"

Dong Xiang replied, "Hey, do you remember that Liangliang was also a picky eater when he was a child, and hated eating vegetables."

"Is there?" Yang Li was stunned, he didn't remember this dark history at all.

"Well," Yang Zhao gave an affirmative answer, "Later, your mother, a cruel woman, steamed carrots, celery and broccoli to squeeze the juice every day, and tricked you into drinking it as milk. In the end, you were so stupid. No more picky eaters."

Yang Li: ...

It turned out that I was so easy to deceive when I was a child.

Yang Li is very suspicious that his poor math performance is due to drinking too much carrot juice.

Mai Yanchen, who was hiding outside, was trembling, and quietly slipped back into the bedroom, for fear that Dong Xiang would treat him with the same trick.

He absolutely hates the carrot and broccoli stuff, especially the steamed ones!

However, he couldn't directly reject Dong Xiang.She is Yang Li's mother, the little idol will definitely be angry.

Before Mai Yanchen could come up with a countermeasure, Yang Li knocked on the door outside the villa, "Brother Yan, you can eat now."

"En." Mai Yanchen replied calmly, opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.

Yang Li's eyes fell on his face, "Brother Yan, are you feeling unwell? Your complexion is a little pale."

"No." Mai Yanchen avoided looking.

You can't tell him that you are scared by carrot juice and want to escape reality, right?

What a shame.

"Oh, that should be my eyesight." Yang Li smiled lightly, and greeted, "Come on. I lied to you when I said that the five-star praise for cooking was a lie, but my mother's cooking is really delicious."

The rich aroma of braised pork came from the dining room, corroborating Yang Li's statement.

After all, Mr. Yan was born rich, and he has been picky about food for so many years.

Dong Xiang is not related to him, so it is not appropriate to correct him hastily.

Under the persuasion of Yang Zhao and Yang Li and his son, Dong Xiang finally did not make the crazy move of 'squeezing carrots and broccoli and steaming rice for him', and the food on the table was normal and harmless.

Mai Yanchen breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, this is the reason, and I thought that Brother Yan must be fearless if he is so powerful.

Yang Li looked at him sideways, pursed his lips, and crescent moons in his beautiful eyes.

"What are you laughing at?" Mai Yanchen asked strangely.

"I found that Brother Yan is quite different." Mingming looks cold and mysterious, with a majestic and majestic aura.

In private, he is afraid of eating vegetables, which is a bit cute.

"Ah?" Mai Yanchen was surprised, not understanding how he came to such a conclusion.

Dong Xiang served them two meals, "Eat first, it will get cold later."

After finishing speaking, as if she was at home, she picked up two pieces of soft, glutinous and crispy braised pork, cut them in the middle and divided them into fat and thin parts, piled the fat meat into the Yangzhao bowl, and distributed the lean meat to Yang Li. and Mai Yanchen.

Yang Li swallowed it as usual, and served it with a big mouthful of rice.

"Chew your meals carefully, and no one will grab you." Dong Xiang picked up a few more pieces of meat for him.

Yang Li swallowed the food in his mouth, and said in a soft voice, "I haven't eaten your roasted meat for a long time."

"When you first came back, who wants to lose weight?" His mother ran on him without saving face.

Yang Li had already given up on weight management, and said in a self-defeating manner, "Tomorrow is too late to lose weight."

Dong Xiang made fun of him a few words, and brought some food for Mai Yanchen, only to find that Xiao Yan didn't move his chopsticks at all.

"What?" Dong Xiang asked with concern, "I don't like to eat."

"No." Fearing that she might misunderstand, Mai Yanchen quickly picked up the chopsticks and ate the food that Dong Xiang brought over.

In fact, Mai Yanchen is not used to the whole family sitting around the table, with elders warmly serving him food, and even thoughtfully picking out the parts he doesn't want to eat.

The father is too busy with work and has to take care of the frail mother.When they were free, Mai Yanchen had grown up.

Growing up, he and his parents rarely had the opportunity to have a good conversation, let alone make time for reunion dinner.

In the eyes of his family, he is far less important than the company's operations.

An ordinary dinner was eaten for more than two hours during the crosstalk performance of Yang Li's family.

After the meal, Dong Xiang and Yang Zhao cleared the table and drove Yang Li to study.

The two parents will stay in the villa for two days and spend the weekend with him.

Yang Li didn't fight for a few 10 minutes of time together, and carried the doodle book to the small classroom on the third floor, where Mai Yanchen was already waiting.

He sat on the window sill in a precarious posture that looked rather dangerous.

A breeze blew outside, blowing the corners of his clothes.

"Brother Yan." Yang Li put the graffiti book on the table, leaned over to stop him, "Are you angry?"

Mai Yanchen turned his gaze back, "Huh? Why are you angry?"

"My mother...she is a very nervous person, you may not like that kind of way." From a young age, Dong Xiang used to treat every friend Yang Li brought home as his own child.

Those of Feng Zhe who are around his age are fine.But Mai Yanchen is in his twenties and is still the president of Chenyan, so he probably doesn't like being taken care of like a child.

But at the dinner table just now, Yang Li couldn't find a chance to stop Dong Xiang.

And according to observation, Mai Yanchen's reaction was more like——

Overwhelmed?

"Auntie is very gentle, I like it very much." Mai Yanchen was sitting in the cold wind just now, thinking about Yang Li's family.

He inherited his father's humor and optimism, and he can tell sand sculpture jokes anytime, anywhere.

There is also the gentleness and kindness of the mother, who seems to have infinite light and heat in her body, willing to treat everyone who comes into her life sincerely,

Mai Yanchen thought of the end and came to a conclusion:

In fact, their family is an angel descending to earth.

"That's good. If you can't adapt, don't force yourself, you can tell your mother." Yang Li was relieved to see that he didn't show signs of disgust.

"Yeah." Mai Yanchen jumped down from the window sill, and glanced at the doodle book on the desk, "Do you want to draw?"

"Well, Wen Jiu said it's time for me to post on Weibo." Yang Li flipped through a brand new graffiti book and replied, "I thought, posting only words is not sincere, so I want to draw something for them to see."

In fact, when you post a selfie, you are more sincere than anything else.

For those fans who regard you as a boyfriend, visiting your Weibo is just to lick your face, which is similar to visiting a kiln.

Mai Yanchen thought about it, but didn't say it out loud.

"What do you want to draw?" Mai Yanchen recalled carefully, as if he had never seen Yang Li draw.

It's just that one time, when he got his small notebook, he saw a crooked spell.

"My level is very poor, so I plan to draw some simple ones first..." Yang Li thought for a moment and made a decision, "Let's draw Xiaomi."

So that fat cat is more important than me? !

In Mai Yanchen's heart, he accumulated a little hatred for Xiaomi, and silently watched Yang Li pick up the pen——

After 15 minutes, Mai Yanchen finally recovered the language function.

"Is that a new breed of monster?"