Luo Qianqian, shaking his arms with his mother's, pleaded.
"He's afraid to behave badly in front of you. He's always nervous. Don't scare him any more."
Zoufang chuckled. "He's a big man. How can he be scared?"
But, in the heart actually has some good feeling.
After all, tension means that he attaches great importance to this meeting, that he attaches great importance to this meeting, and that he attaches great importance to her daughter.
"Mom, in order to prepare gifts for you, he has been choosing from thousands of choices for half a month." Luo Qianqian tries his best to help Gu yunche brush the kindness value in front of his mother.
Zoufang listened to it, and there was a slight invisible smile at the bottom of her eyes.
"Is it so exaggerated?"
"Anyway, you can't embarrass him today." Said Luo Qianqian seriously.
"I see. Go get the dishes and the table." Zou Fang urges.
Luo Qianqian then washed his hands and went to pick up the table to serve food and rice.
Seeing that she was busy, Gu yunche got up to help.
Zoufang sauteed two vegetables, filled the soup and prepared to eat.
Although Luo Fu has been greeting Gu yunche to take a seat, he did not sit down until Luo's second elder.
Luo Fu poured the wine and said with a smile.
"It's all home-made dishes. Don't be surprised."
"No, my aunt's skill is so good that she can compete with the chef in the restaurant."
Luo Qianqian, who just picked up the chopsticks, trembled a little. He was worried about being nervous. He flattered her mother so easily.
Zoufang listened and smiled happily.
She cooked the meal for decades, but she didn't see any praise from them.
"Well, move your chopsticks and eat while it's hot."
Gu yunche tasted every dish and sipped his lips with a dignified look when he ate the steamed pork ribs.
Zoufang kept an eye on it and asked.
"What's the matter? This dish is not appetizing?"
LUO Qianqian chuckles. It's going to play again.
Gu yunche was silent for a while and said with slightly red eyes.
"When my mother was alive, she liked to cook this dish best. The taste I haven't eaten it for years. "
He said that Luo Fu and Zou Fang were both heartless.
Luo Fu also gave him a piece, zoufang directly put the plate of steamed pork ribs in front of him.
"Eat more if you like."
"Thank you." Gu yunche ate two more pieces of dough.
Luo Qianqian is so noisy by them. He also reaches out his chopsticks to try one.
As soon as the chopsticks reached out, they were stared at by their mother.
"Eat something else."
Luo Qianqian turned his mouth and said just now that he had turned his elbow outwards. Now, he doesn't give her any ribs.
Zoufang had a bellyful of questions to ask, but seeing Gu yunche eat a steamed pork chop with flour and think of his dead mother, it's not good to ask people about the situation at home.
As a result, a dinner was very smooth.
Even after supper, Gu yunche took the initiative to help clean up the table.
"Uncle and aunt, you have a rest. I'll take care of it."
"It's a class on your doorstep. How can you clean it up?" Zou Fang said with a smile.
"Then I don't eat nothing, do I?" Gu yunche said, putting the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen neatly.
Luo Fu pulls his wife, "let them go."
Zoufang thought about it, but she didn't stop any more. She watched her daughter and Gu yunche clean the table and clean the kitchen.
"How do you feel now?" Asked Luo Fu in a low voice.
"What can you see from this meal?" Although zoufang was satisfied, she didn't say it directly.
At present, people are good, but after all, she doesn't know much about them.
So, it's impossible to determine what kind of person he is.