Near the door of the house, Wang Baoyu saw the purebred wolf dog. The hair on his head was black and there was a vigilant light in his eyes. When he saw Wang Baoyu, the wolf dog immediately felt like he was facing a great enemy, crawling on the ground with his front paws, roaring in a low voice, barking a row of white dog teeth. This posture was much more ferocious than the big yellow dog that Ye Lianxiang's family died unjustly.

"This is Heizi, my dad called it that way. I gave him another name, Doug." Cheng Xueman said with a smile.

"Dog, dog, this name is very fashionable. It sounds like a great guy!" Wang Baoyu said with a thumbs up to Cheng Xueman.

Cheng Xueman was amused by Wang Baoyu and giggled for a long time before he held back his laughter and said, "Old classmate, you are still as humorous as before. Come into the house!"

Cheng Xueman pushed open the door and saw Cheng Guodong wearing an apron and busy on the stove. When he saw Wang Baoyu coming in, he said with a smile: "Xiao Wang is here, come in quickly, don't see him, sit around casually!"

This scene somewhat surprised Wang Baoyu. In Wang Baoyu's eyes, Cheng Guodong is very tall, but now he is dressed in this way. How many secretaries in the world can do this and cook for his daughter by himself. Cheng Xueman is really happy.

In fact, from Cheng Xueman's dress, we can tell that she is the eldest lady who opens her mouth and wears her clothes. When she was in school, Wang Baoyu also heard about some of the situation in Cheng Xueman's family. Cheng Xueman's mother died when she was very young, and her father Cheng Guodong never looked for her again. Perhaps it was because Cheng Xueman had no mother that Cheng Guodong loved this only daughter very much.

Wang Baoyu followed Cheng Xueman to the east house. The house was about fifty square meters, with red carpets on the ground, and surrounded by the most popular high and low cabinets. In one corner of the house, there was a small kang that could only sleep with two people. In the other corner, there was a large flower pot with a green plant that could not be named.

In the middle of the room, there was an antique wooden round table. Cheng Xueman politely asked Wang Baoyu to sit down on a wooden chair next to the table. Wang Baoyu didn't be polite to her and sat down openly.

Cheng Xueman also moved a small round stool and sat over. Wang Baoyu immediately smelled a faint perfume smell on Cheng Xueman's body. It should be the more high-end perfume smell. It doesn't irritate your nose, but it makes people feel very comfortable. I wonder if this smell will make other boys smell it? What perfume a student will spray, and Wang Baoyu couldn't help but feel a little jealous in his heart, and he was thinking randomly.

"Old classmate, I heard you know how to look at photos, just show me your palmarance!" Cheng Xueman stretched out a delicate palm and said.

"Hehe, you are a future college student, how can you believe this? When we were in school, the teacher said that you have to control your own destiny." Wang Baoyu said with a chuckle. He didn't want to look at Cheng Xueman here, otherwise if Cheng Guodong saw it, he would think he had nothing to do.

"Let's just watch it and play!" Cheng Xueman's tone was obviously a spoiled element. Wang Baoyu felt an electric current passing through his body, and he was a little dizzy. He calmed down and said, "The biggest taboo in fortune-telling is that his heart is not sincere, and if he is not sincere, he will not work."

Cheng Xueman took his hand back and pouted and said, "I just don't want to show it to me. I'm stingy. Do you still want to accept my reward?"

If this sentence is said from someone else, Wang Baoyu may be a little angry, but if he says it from Cheng Xueman, Wang Baoyu is not angry, but instead feels that there is a cute little thing that makes people feel the urge to hold it in the palm of his hand.

"Sheman, I am also a grassroots cadre now. It is not good to engage in these so-called feudal superstitions in front of the big leaders." Wang Baoyu explained frankly.

When Cheng Xueman heard this, he said indifferently: "You said my dad! I never thought he was a leader. In this family, I am the boss!"

At this time, Cheng Guodong, wearing an apron, opened the door with four dishes in a large tray, and then skillfully placed the dishes on the table. When Wang Baoyu saw that these dishes were really not familiar with them.

Wang Baoyu stood up to help in restraint. Cheng Guodong greeted him kindly, "Xiao Wang, don't be polite at home. You can chat with Xiaoman for a while, and we'll have dinner soon."

"Dad, hurry up, I'm hungry!" Cheng Xueman urged, Cheng Guodong agreed repeatedly and soon, and his pampering feelings were revealed.

Taking advantage of the inactivity of Cheng Guodong turning to the kitchen, Wang Baoyu couldn't help asking, "Do we want to go to the kitchen to have a fight?"

Cheng Xueman giggled when she heard this and said, "No, I don't like the smell of oil smoke. When I go in, my hair and clothes are contaminated. But I don't want to use my mouth and hands. I ordered these dishes. How about it?"

Wang Baoyu then paid attention to the dishes. He couldn't understand them for a long time. No matter how you look, it didn't look like the usual style. He couldn't help but ask curiously: "Sheman, what kind of dishes are these? I never saw them before."

Cheng Xueman smiled and said, "Of course you won't see it, because I invented these dishes, and they are my favorites. This green dish, called Chunlu Dadi, is made by mashing broccoli into a paste and mixing with shredded pork; this red round meat patty is called Summer Fire, which is a piece of veal slowly fried with cumin; this yellow dish, which is called Autumn Whispering, which is fried with Dutch beans and egg yolks; the last white dish is called Snowflake Manwu, which is sprinkled with white sugar on top of white radish diced carrots."

Cheng Xueman said so much in one breath, and Wang Baoyu was a little dumbfounded when he heard it. He laughed and said, "This is the time to eat all year round." Cheng Xueman smiled proudly after hearing this.

Although Wang Baoyu praised this, he thought in his heart that he would give this dish a scattered name, but when he ate it, it would turn into a stinky poop. Damn it, it’s true that delicious food is the real thing. What’s the use of a name?

"This is called food culture, which means that food also has cultural connotations in it." Cheng Xueman said complacently.

Wang Baoyu said: "I don't understand these things. I only know that I will not be hungry after eating. I can't even catch the ox tail if I don't eat."
Chapter completed!