The two talked for a long time in the study.
It was noon when he returned to the living room, the seriousness on Xia Ming's face had completely dissipated, and he was full of kindness and kindness.
He Cuixin cleaned up the table and placed the dishes on the electric stove. Seeing the joy on the old man's face, he laughed and joked.
"Sure enough, Ash still has a way. No, wouldn't the stern face relax?"
"Ah Xu, you don't know, this old man keeps his face sullen every day, and makes some children in the community cry. Parents come to the door, and I should apologize properly to solve the problem."
When it was said that the embarrassing thing happened, Xia Ming glanced at He Cuixin slowly, didn't bother with his wife, and went to open a bottle of orange juice in a good mood.
Yan Zhixu got up and took the bowls and chopsticks to serve the teacher and his wife.
sit at the table.
There are fragrant ribs in the pot. The meat is stewed very badly. It is easy to chew in the mouth. The soup with a little **** is sweet.
He Cuixin kept adding vegetables to her, "Ah Duo eat a little, I think you have lost weight. Come and see us more in the future, I will give you a good nourishment."
Yan Zhixu thanked him, "Thank you, Mistress."
The bowls are piled up like mountains, all with love and concern from the elders.
Xia Ming glanced at the two of them and sighed in his heart that the old lady was not so kind to him, she was really partial.
He seemed to be complaining in his heart, but the smile on the corner of his mouth did not subside for a second, and his appetite for eating became much better.
After dinner.
Yan Zhixu and He Cuixin are washing dishes in the kitchen.
After washing the dishes, he played chess with Xia Ming in the living room for a while.
Time flies, the pointer hanging on the wall points to four o'clock, Yan Zhixu gets up and politely bids farewell to the second old man.
He Cuixin took her hand, took out a transparent and sealed jar of beans from the kitchen, and put it in the plastic bag that she had returned from grocery shopping.
"This is my pickled sour beans. There's nothing good at home. You can take it home and eat it. If you like it, ask for it again."
Yan Zhixu did not refuse and took the bag, "Thank you, Mistress."
Mistress has always been ingenious and talented in cooking. She is very good at cooking. In the past, she would come over from time to time to eat.
Xia Ming is not very good at caring. He put his right hand to his lips and coughed, and said awkwardly, "Be careful on the road, every strand of your hair now belongs to the country."
Hearing this, He Cuixin glared at him angrily.
When he was young, he was a straight man, and when he was old, he was a straight man.
"..."
Xia Ming felt inexplicable in his heart, and he didn't understand where he was provoking his wife again.
"Okay, I will."
Yan Zhixu chuckled when he saw the interaction between the two, said goodbye politely, put on a mask, and left the building with something in his hand.
It was not until her figure disappeared from sight that Xia Ming and He Cuixin closed the door and returned to the house.
He sighed sadly, "If only it hadn't been for that car accident that changed the trajectory."
At first, A Xu devoted herself to aerospace and aspired to be a female pilot.
But since the car accident, I don't know if there are sequelae, and I abandoned my former ambition and turned to the entertainment industry.
He Cuixin peeled an orange. In winter, the oranges are a bit lacking in moisture, and the taste is not good.
Throwing the **** into the trash can comforted, "Don't think too much, now this situation can be regarded as the same destination."
Although the process was a bit twisty and turbulent, in the end Ash was still willing to fly.
If he didn't want to, the old man wouldn't be smiling now.