Chapter 817： The vinegar is overturned

After going upstairs, I slept until dinner.

Yan Zhixu was dressed in home clothes, and his eyes were clear and drowsy.

The hair was tied into a fluffy ball head, and the skin on the face was thick and red.

She washed her hands and sat down next to Yan Jinxiu, waiting for Wang Ma to bring the dishes to the table.

Nan Wenshu glanced at her, and after digesting the news that Fu Shimo was her daughter's boyfriend, her face pretended to be serious.

"Ah Xu, the fact that you can become President Fu's girlfriend is a blessing in exchange for how much incense you burned in your previous life and how much virtue you accumulated."

"You should cherish this hard-won relationship, and don't make a fool of yourself with water in your head one day."

Mr. Yan deeply agreed with these remarks, and nodded gratified to show his agreement.

All dishes are served.

Yan Jinxiu's stomach was empty and hungry, so he picked up his chopsticks and aimed at the meatballs in front of him, but before he touched the chopsticks, he was slapped away.

Yan Shilin growled violently, "What to eat? Who told you to use chopsticks first."

After scolding, looking at Yan Zhixu, the gloomy face quickly became kind and amiable, and it was faster to interpret what it means to turn a face than to turn a book with strength.

"Ah Xu, Dean Fu lives alone and it's inconvenient to eat. You ask him to come and eat with us."

After listening to the old man's words, everyone who was sitting had different reactions.

"..."

Yan Jinxiu tightened his grip on the chopsticks, pressing down the anger in his heart.

These days can't be over, and the eccentricity is like this, won't this group of people feel a pain in their conscience?

"My family eats, and I ask outsiders what to do."

Yan Zheng also looked unhappy.

What's wrong with his daughter? How to get into the mouths of his wife and father, it seems that he took a lot of advantage of Dean Fu.

Yan Zhixu picked up the bowl and chopsticks, stretched out the chopsticks, picked up the meatballs in front of him, and put them in the bowl of the younger brother.

She put a piece of fried fragrant dry tofu into her mouth indifferently, "Don't call him, he hasn't finished get off work at this time."

Hearing this, Nan Wenshu and Mr. Yan sighed with disappointment.

The two were so melancholy that they almost didn't write the word "lost" on their heads.

Yan Zheng swept away the depression in his heart, and picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs with public chopsticks to give to Yan Zhixu.

"Ah Xu, eat a little more to nourish your body. During this period of time you were filming, you were starving and thin. Why do you want me to say that you are working so hard? It's not good to go home and inherit the family business?"

"Not thin."

There is a love that your parents think you are thin.

She didn't have the diet management of female stars, and she didn't worry about the number of calories, she picked up the sweet and sour pork ribs and ate all the meat.

Sweet but not greasy, the meat is fresh and tender, Wang Ma's cooking skills have improved a lot.

Hearing the filming, Nan Wenshu keenly searched out the cast of Xuanji Biography in her mind.

Rong Cheng is on the list as the leading actor.

Picking up the rice in the bowl, he asked, "How was your filming? By the way, is Rong Cheng good at acting and approachable? The weather is getting colder recently, did he wear thick clothes?"

His lips opened and closed, and he spoke in a crackling voice, throwing out a series of questions.

Yan Zhixu chewed his ribs, "There are so many questions about Emperor Rong, I don't know which one to answer first."

Her eyes fell on Yan Zheng's body, and she clearly felt the low magnetic field around her father.

Silently mourning for Nan Wenshu for three seconds in the bottom of my heart, I always felt that my mother was going to suffer tonight.

"You don't answer one by one..."

"Shut up and eat."

Yan Zheng interrupted Nan Wenshu's words, her elegant and gentle face was full of coldness and jealousy in her eyes, she picked up a piece of chicken and threw it into Nan Wenshu's bowl.

There was a sour smell in the living room, as if the centuries-old vinegar that had been stored for a long time had been knocked over.