He took Cao Aiqing to a nearby subway station and watched the girl wave goodbye to him. Today's Shura Field finally ended and came to an end.

He Tianran is now feeling like he falls into the clouds.

After Wen Liang was reborn, he also said that he was his friend; now Cao Aiqing has also said similar things.

Is it so happy to be friends with yourself?

Thinking of this, the word "friend" is really wonderful. It's like the "original intention" in the game. In the future, you can become a mage, warrior, knight, etc., and the same is true for "friend". Maybe one day you will be upgraded to a confidant, lover, or... brother?

In short, this word is really unlimited in interpersonal communication.

He Tianran came to the supermarket to buy all the ingredients needed by Wen Liang. It was strange that she had been out for a long time, but the girl sent two WeChat messages, one was a list of ingredients, and the other was that she found curry powder at home, indicating that the curry portions of the two were enough.

"Of course it's enough, but I have to find an excuse to sneak out..."

The guilty otaku talked to himself. He was quite puzzled. The message was sent half an hour ago, and there was no more urging news.

"Maybe there is everything at home, so even if you wait, it won't be too boring."

He Tianran carried a large bag of ingredients and walked into the elevator and pressed down on the floor where he was located.

When he got home and entered, He Tianran lowered his head and changed into slippers.

The noise of the TV in the living room and the sound of cooking in the kitchen seemed to be better than expected.

"This dish is an Yunnan dish, called Da Jianjia, and uses the specialty bait cakes there. Xiao Wen, aren't you from Chongqing. Add some oil and chili to it later. Keep it safe and you will like it. With me here, what curry do you eat!"

"Uncle, you have such a good craft! You can also cook Yunnan cuisine!"

"Haha, this is when I was young, I went to Yunnan to volunteer and learn from a chef. Come and hand me the plate..."

Hearing the conversation in the kitchen, the boy walked over and saw a tall man busy with his back. Wen Liang was helping to help. When she saw He Tianran, she said happily:

"Nan Ran, you're back!"

The man turned his head when he heard this. He was a middle-aged man in his forties, with long hair and a burning cigarette, jeans, and a brown retro jacket in his mouth. He was dressed up and couldn't tell how rich he was, but he had a style of playing rock in the 1980s and 1990s.

He Tianran had a calm face and silently opened the refrigerator, but found that there were a lot of things inside. The man didn't pay much attention to him and turned around to continue cooking.

Wen Liang looked around and walked to the boy in small steps, and whispered: "Tianran, your dad is here to see you, don't you say hello?"

He Tianran, who had put the ingredients in his back to the two, said bluntly:

"Why did you think of coming here today?"

"Look at whether you die or not. If you die, I will refund the house by the way, so I can save me a thousand dollars every month."

The man put the dishes in the pot on the plate, turned off the fire and walked out of the kitchen with the plate.

This person is He Panshan, the father of He Tianran. He was named one of the top ten outstanding young entrepreneurs by Gangcheng fifteen years ago. He was also a famous OG-level figure in the local literary and artistic circles in his early years. He studied computer science in college and caught up with the rapid development of the Internet era after graduation. He started his own business and founded several software and took off since then. The technology company called "Shanhai Technology" is currently a star enterprise in Gangcheng.

Wen Liang put the rice on the table. Seeing the father and son staring at each other with big eyes and little eyes, she was not embarrassed to raise the chopsticks.

He Panshan noticed the little girl's embarrassment, smiled and picked up a piece of meat and put it in her bowl.

"Xiao Wen, you eat yours."

Wen Liang nodded and carefully glanced at the silent He Tianran.

She knew that He Tianran had a bad relationship with his parents, so she was afraid that this guy would do anything out of order.

He Panshan smoked a cigarette and looked at his son, feeling it was a little funny. He took out a box of Heli from his bag and said:

"Grow up, let's have one?"

"Beware you have lung cancer."

"Hey, how much does it cost to replace the lungs."

"upstart."

"I'm in my house, you can still care about what I'm talking about?"

“…”

Wen Liang suddenly coughed twice in discomfort as he heard the conversation between the two father and sons back and forth.

When He Panshan saw it, he quickly put out the cigarette and changed his face.

"Xiao Wen, you can't smell the smoke, you said it a long time ago. I saw you didn't react much in the kitchen just now, and I thought you were used to it."

Wen Liang shook his head: "It's okay, uncle, you suck yours, I'll go open the window."

While the girl got up and left, He Panshan teased: "Good boy, do you know you feel sorry for a woman?"

He Tianran rolled his eyes and did not answer him. The middle-aged man could only talk to himself and continued:

"I thought you lived alone and this house would be dirty like a doghouse. I didn't expect that when I came, it was a door opened by a little girl. I thought you sublet the house and embezzled the remaining money."

Wen Liang happened to hear this when she came back and joked:

"Uncle, you have to look at it. I think he can do such a thing."

"Hahaha, then indeed, come to Xiao Wen and try your uncle's skills."

He Panshan moved his chopsticks and had very little communication with his son during the meal. Instead, he chatted with the cheerful Wen Liang very much, which revealed some of the deeds of prodigal sons back then.

"No wonder Tianran guitar is so good. It turns out that it was taught by my uncle."

"Of course, when he was still crying in the cradle, I was playing the gun flower's "don't cry" in front of him. I thought that with this kind of influence, I should like Menglong's wrestling when I grow up. Unexpectedly, the guitar that I played the most was "Pure Land of Bliss". Are you angry? At least he gave me the whole song "Slam Dunk" I wouldn't be so angry!"

Although He Panshan, who was born in the late 1970s, has no generation gap with his son born in the 2000s, there is still a big gap in character between father and son.

Wen Liang was almost laughing at the fun things like this. She couldn't breathe and said, "No, it's okay... Uncle, I like Menglong. I went to their tour in Shanghai when I was in junior high school!"

He Panshan slapped his thigh and said, "Is that so? I heard that they will come to Hong Kong City this year. I will leave two tickets for you and Tianran at that time."

"Um!"

Wen Liang agreed and He Tianran glanced at him, and the two of them looked like real father and daughter.

He Panshan was happy, lit another cigarette and said with a smile:

"By the way, Xiao Wen, uncle will ask you a question."

Wen Liang stopped smiling and put down the bowl and chopsticks: "Uncle, you said."

"How long have you been together?"

"dad!"

He Tianran shouted, interrupting the question.

He Panshan glared at his son impatiently and said, "Have you talked to you? Shut up!"

"No, we are..."

He Tianran originally wanted to implement his "friend" ideology, but Wen Liang's cheeks flushed at this time and she whispered:

"Uncle, we are not together yet..."

He Panshan was unhappy. He looked at his son, frowned, and said in anger:

"You guys, what are you still thinking?"

"I'm wondering when you will leave!"
Chapter completed!