"You're obviously going to someone's house for dinner, but you're talking like you're treating me to someone else!"
Zhu Wanting kept giggling and asked in a very gossipy manner: "What's wrong with you?"
So, Ye Fan told Zhu Wanting what happened today.
After hearing this, Zhu Wanting waved her pink fist: "Well done! I'll beat him up too, until he can't take care of himself and will be alone for the rest of his life!"
"Wanwan, you are still as fierce as before!"
Ye Fan sighed endlessly, "Okay, I'll take you back to the dormitory and get some rest early. I'll pick you up tomorrow."
"Um!"
Zhu Wanting nodded repeatedly.
But he said that after Feng Yanhui left, he immediately called a phone number.
"Hey, junior Ling'er, come to my house for a casual meal tomorrow! Oh, you're not free?
Alas, then only Mark and I can afford it... Huh?
Are you free again?
Okay, okay, I’ll send you the address!”
...The next afternoon, Zhu Wanting came to the school gate to meet Ye Fan.
As soon as she saw Ye Fan, she immediately burst into laughter.
I saw Ye Fan wearing a straw hat and a floral shirt. He was holding a pair of pig's feet in his hand, tied with a rope. The white flowers were exposed, which was really eye-catching. It really felt like "eating a meal"
.
"What are you doing with pig's feet?" Zhu Wanting almost burst out laughing.
Ye Fan laughed: "Although I'm not very generous, when you come to your home as a guest, you can't come empty-handed. This is the etiquette of our Liukou County!"
"Strange, why haven't I heard of it?"
Zhu Wanting wrinkled her nose and smiled even more happily: "You are really good at breaking up!"
The two drove to Yuxianyuan Community and called Feng Yanhui, who quickly went out to greet them.
This is a well-known residential area for wealthy people, with an elegant environment, rockery ponds and flowing water, pleasant-smelling osmanthus trees in bloom, villas of different shapes are well-located, and security measures are very tight.
Feng Yanhui's home is in Building 4, District 2, a three-story Baroque villa.
Feng Yanhui received Ye Fan, and as soon as he lowered his head and saw the pig's feet in his hand, he suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
"You...what are you doing?
!”
"According to our rural tradition, it is considered etiquette to carry a pair of pig's feet to express your feelings."
"Are you from the country? Are you from the country?"
Feng Yanhui frowned and said, "Can country people be so good at fighting?"
"Never underestimate us country people.
My brother has been in good health since he was a kid, hunting in the mountains and catching fish in the river.
And how serious is the pollution in cities now?
Our countryside is blessed with beautiful mountains and rivers, and a land of outstanding people. How could we produce such a cool and handsome guy like me? Xiao Feng, are you interested in marrying to the countryside as your wife? I guarantee that you will eat well and drink spicy food every day."
"Go, come less."
Feng Yanhui gritted his teeth in anger, "Come in quickly, if others see my guests bringing pig trotters, they will laugh to death!"
"Tch, who in the entire Binhai dares to laugh at my gift?"
Ye Fan snorted proudly.
The three of them entered the villa.
Feng Yanhui's family villa is very grand, with a large swimming pool in the front yard and a garden in the back.
It is surrounded by a low red wall, covered with ivy, and there are white jasmine and small-leaf fig in the courtyard.
A swing hangs from a straight branch, swinging back and forth in the wind, which looks very artistic.
Ye Fan looked around, looking like a country bumpkin, and sighed: "It's really a good place. It costs tens of thousands per square meter, right?" "It's only over 100,000, so it's not too expensive."
Feng Yanhui pretended to be relaxed and replied, his heart suddenly filled with pleasure.
Ye Fan stuffed a pair of greasy pig's trotters into his arms and said, "Your father bought such an expensive house, but raised a malnourished son like you. Even I can't beat him. What's the point of being proud of? Just right.
This pair of pig's feet will help you make a pot of stew at night to replenish your health, so you don't end up with kidney failure and brain damage from peeping in the women's dressing room all day long."
"What are you doing!
"Feng Yanhui's expensive Versace shirt was heavily stained, and he threw the trotters away in a hurry.
Ye Fan had quick eyesight and quick hands. Before the pig's trotters fell to the ground, he reached out to grab the rope and lifted it up. He said angrily: "You are so fucking shameless? I kindly gave you a gift but you threw it away. Is this the way your family treats guests? Well, please
Take it!
Otherwise, I will expose the scandal of you secretly wearing the underwear of a female Taekwondo club student!
"I, how can I not!"
You obviously made it up."
Feng Yanhui wanted to curse, but when he saw Zhu Wanting with a malicious look on his face, he endured it and took the pig's trotters in his hand.
Zhu Wanting is a well-known campus beauty in Fudan University. If this matter comes out of her mouth, it will be mud in her crotch, and it will be shit! "Brother, you are so bad!"
Zhu Wanting saw that Feng Yanhui was being bullied by Ye Fan, so she suppressed a smile and followed behind.
Passing through the cobblestone corridor, your nose is filled with the fragrance of jasmine as you walk into the villa.
There is a broken celadon vase about half a person's height standing at the entrance.
As Ye Fan put on the soft slippers prepared for them, he said, "This vase is quite nice."
Feng Yanhui replied lightly: "My dad bought it in Liulichang, the imperial capital. It's an antique from the early Qing Dynasty, and it only costs fifty or sixty thousand."
Ye Fan ignored him, and Zhu Wanting said: "Look at this color, this pattern, it's a complete fake, it only costs more than 20 yuan in Qingning Cultural Plaza."
Zhu Wanting didn't know whether it was true or not, but since Mark said so, she was embarrassed to object and not give face to her master, so she could only keep a reserved smile.
Feng Yanhui snorted, "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. I have passed expert appraisal."
Ye Fan stopped in front of a beautiful nanmu picture frame in the corridor.
Feng Yanhui held the pig's trotters with a smile on his face and thought to himself: "Let's see what you say."
It is a still life description by the 19th-century French freehand painter Sebasta, with superb skills and mature use of colors. The apples, grapes, plates and checkered tablecloths in the picture glow with a soft light, which is very beautiful.
Feng Yanhui's father bought it at a Zurich auction a few years ago for 60,000 pounds. Hanging it in the corridor adds a lot of artistic atmosphere.
Ye Fan touched his chin, looked left and right, and said, "This should be the masterpiece of the one-armed painter under the overpass in the ancient city! I didn't expect that he set up a street stall every day to paint portraits for ten yuan a piece. He was still pretty good at it."
Wanwan, some people like to make a fortune and buy paintings from street stalls as Sebastian's works."
"Maybe they didn't know it when they bought it."
Zi Ling'er responded awkwardly.
When Feng Yanhui saw the two of them singing and singing, he didn't realize that there was something wrong with Ye Fan calling out Sebastian's name. He said angrily: "This painting is obviously Sebastian's "Still Life Sketch". What do you know?" Ye Fan said!
Fan pointed to the scrawled French signature in the lower right corner of the painting and said, "Look here, there are heavy traces of imitation."
Walking to a curved spherical sculpture at the corner, Feng Yanhui rushed to say: "This is a work by the postmodernist master Nero during his peak period in the 1950s. It shows the traumatized earth crying! My dad placed it on
This is to remind enterprises that they cannot ignore environmental protection in their development."
He reached out and touched it, "It's only 240,000 US dollars, not worth much."
Ye Fan looked like a connoisseur: "You were deceived by your father again and bought a metal ball that cost 240,000 US dollars to block the place at home? How about we make a bet and you split this broken ball to see what's inside?
It definitely bears the memory of the Academy of Fine Arts. Don’t I know what those students did? If not, I would rather not give you one million."
How could Feng Yanhui joke about a $240,000 piece of art? His father would have to kill him alive.
"Believe it or not."
But he was extremely annoyed in his heart: Why don't you just say a few words less? Just as he was about to ask the servant to take the pig's trotters to the kitchen, he heard Ye Fan say to a wall lamp next to the corridor, "Wanwan, this is obviously Taobei
They bought cheap stuff online. They pretended to be rich, but in fact their taste was not very good.
Alas, that’s what the nouveau riche are like, we can’t force them to do too much.”
Zhu Wanting responded: "It's a bit similar."
Feng Yanhui's throat felt sweet, and a blood arrow almost spurted out.
The wall lamp is a 19th-century Ottoman Empire palace artifact, with a bronze base and two protruding bases wrapped with gold and silver threads.
The whole shape is full of Arab regional style, the workmanship is fine, and the appearance is indescribably gorgeous. How can it be compared to the shoddy products made by Taobei merchants? If you continue to look at it, you will be pissed to death by this person!
"Ye Fan, you are here!
"Zi Ling'er's crisp voice sounded in the living room.
Ye Fan was shocked: "Ling'er?" Feng Yanhui smiled strangely.
This is his trump card. He specially invites Ye Fan and Zhu Wanting, and also invites Zi Ling'er, so that the two parties can meet and see how you play.
Zi Ling'er knew that he was having trouble with Zhu Wanting, so why didn't she quickly return to her arms? Zhu Wanting was sitting on the sofa watching TV. When she saw Feng Yanhui, who was hugging a pair of pig trotters with a very strange expression, she couldn't help but laugh, but she immediately saw him and Zhu Wanting.
Zi Ling'er, who was behind, raised her eyebrows and immediately turned cold.
She never thought that Zi Ling'er was a harmless little girl, but she didn't expect that she would hook up with the school's playboy Feng Yanhui just after entering college! Feng Yanhui then realized that he had been hugging the pig's trotter for a long time and said: "Miss Zhu
, you can sit down wherever you like, I'll ask the servant to pour tea."
Zhu Wanying smiled and said: "Brother, Zi Ling'er is here too?" "Yes."
Ye Fan nodded and asked curiously: "Ling'er, why are you here too?"
"Feng Yanhui said you would come, so I came."
Zi Ling'er smiled and said, "I just didn't expect that Senior Sister Zhu would also come."
"I was invited too."
Zhu Wanting took Ye Fan's arm and winked at him secretly.
Ye Fan didn't know what she wanted to express, but he also guessed what Feng Yanhui meant by inviting the two groups of people separately.
It's just that this kid made a wrong calculation.
Zhu Wanting is his god-sister, and Zi Ling'er is a good friend with him. It's useless for you to use such a clumsy divorce plan! At this time, Feng Yanhui walked into the living room and said, "My parents are not at home today, but my family
The chef cooks great food.
To add to the fun, I also called two people, Ye Fan, do you mind?" Two people, one tall and one short, walked out of the study room inside. This was Feng Yanhui's second trump card.
"Ye Fan, Miss Zhu, Ling'er, these two are my master and senior brother! My master is Master Jin Mankui of Incheon Taekwondo Gym, and my senior brother is Han Zaisan, an eighth-degree black belt master."