Meng Qingping glanced at Shen Zhisu again and helped him pick up the food, "Your brother is just handsome but not obvious."
Shen Zhisu's mouth twitched.
Shen Qiqi laughed unkindly.
Shen Zhangwen slowly helped Meng Qingping fill a bowl of soup, "I think our son is quite handsome. Two days ago, the wife of the Han family came to ask me if Zhisu had a girlfriend and wanted to introduce her niece to Zhisu. .”
Meng Qingping bit her chopsticks and thought for a long time, "Which old Han family?"
"It's a colleague of mine from my previous workplace. When I got married, I came here and gave you a pair of jade Guanyin. You gave it to your parents."
"I have an impression. Is his wife short, less than 1.6 meters tall? She has sharp teeth and a sharp tongue, and she offends a lot of people at our wedding?"
"It seems so."
"Haha," Meng Qingping sneered, "How good can her niece be? No matter how ugly my son is, he is still the most handsome among boys. Besides, do you really think that Shu only doesn't exist? Although, my son is indeed not as good as my daughter."
The meal lasted for more than half an hour, and the conversation was all about Shen Zhisu.
Shen Zhisu could feel the disgust from his mother and sister. After all, he was the youngest professor at the Institute of Biology. He didn't deserve to find a more beautiful and outstanding girlfriend?
"Mom, do you remember Wu Xiaojing?"
Meng Qingping has the habit of practicing yoga after meals, and she is now dragging Shen Zhangwen to practice yoga with her.
"Xiaojing, my college classmate, I have a good relationship. Later, when I married and moved to Jiangcheng, we lost contact with each other. What's wrong?"
"Oh, she said I look like you."
Meng Qingping smiled very proudly, "That's necessary. My daughter is so beautiful, who doesn't look like me?"
As he said that, he glanced sideways at Shen Zhangwen, "Your father's appearance is probably better than your brother's."
Shen Zhisu, who was playing games: "..."
That's why he doesn't want to go home.
But I have such a glassy heart that I can't say anything, and I cry when I say it.
"Teacher Wu wanted to introduce me to her son and organized a dinner party for me."
"Really, how old is her son? Is he handsome? What kind of job does he have?"
Shen Qiqi was watching the rich ladies from the Lanshan Sisters chatting and gossiping.
"She's about the same as my brother. He's decent-looking, well-mannered, and a lawyer."
"The lawyer is not bad. Xiaojing's character was good when she was in college. I heard that her husband comes from a scholarly family, so their son should be good, otherwise..." Meng Qingping winked at Shen Qiqi, "It's just him?"
Shen Qiqi pretended not to understand, "What is it about him?"
"Isn't this the death of our son-in-law? I'm thinking that it's hard to find a second marriage, so I'll just let him know the details."
Shen Zhisu then said coolly: "Your daughter has a future, Yin Xu is chasing her!"
Yin Xu?
Meng Qingping frowned, "Why does this name sound so familiar?"
"Boyu's mortal enemy."
"I remembered it, but I heard that he is the boss of the red light district. There must be a lot of women in this industry. It's better for our daughter not to suffer with him."
Shen Qiqi had already guessed that her mother would answer this way.
Sure enough, there is no one who knows a woman better than her mother.
The wealthy ladies of the Lanshan Sisters were discussing what to do at the tea party. Shen Qiqi remained silent until Jiang Yun Aite came to her.
Jiang Yun: The eldest mistress, please come and join us. We will hold a tea party every month to enhance the relationship between the sisters, and introduce the other wives to the eldest mistress.