When he saw Tim and Hakuba Ningzi inviting people in, he just nodded slightly. A typical Japanese man of the Showa era, taciturn and meticulous.
Chef Ito was still preparing, and they could only sit and chat.
Lin Jiaojiao sat opposite Tang Wan. Seeing that Tang Wan still had almost the same face as when she was the class beauty, but she herself couldn't hide the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, she couldn't help but sigh:
"Wanwan, you are still so young. I couldn't compare to you when I was young, and I can't compare to you now."
Just as Tang Wan was about to say something modest, Lin Jiaojiao changed the topic: "But Wanwan, as a sister, I still want to advise you to get divorced and find a man to rely on while you are still young."
"What the hell?"
Chen Yang was admiring Chef Ito's knife skills, but he didn't expect the fire to hit him.
"Women, it is better to marry well than to look good."
"Look at you, how hard you work, and you have to run the company. It's rare to go out to the class reunion to relax, but you actually have to pay for your son-in-law's husband who comes to visit you."
"Did you pay for that car, or is it the company's public funds?"
Lin Jiaojiao pursed her lips and smiled, waving her hands and saying, "You've said too much, you've said too much. Anyway, my sisters are telling you that men should still be capable."
"A man who becomes a son-in-law, is that called a man?"
"It must be because the family is poor and the people are incompetent."
Tang Wan looked displeased and was about to speak, but Lin Jiaojiao beat her to it.
She brushed her hair and said in a proud tone: "Just look at my husband. He is the boss of Porsche. He is so busy that he kicks his heels on his butt all day long. He is even late for a class reunion with me."
"But those who have a successful career are men."
"For washing and cooking, that's... a servant!"
Lin Jiaojiao boasted about her man and said she married well, which was fine, but she couldn't stand it when she stepped on Chen Yang's head and compared her.
Chen Yang asked coldly: "Boss of Porsche? Lin Jiaojiao, are you married to a foreigner? Why didn't I know that the German came to China recently?"
When Tim saw Chen Yang embarrassed, he was happy. After all, he had no chance to get his hands on the flowers, so why should he stick them on the waste cow dung?
He tried to smooth things over by saying, "Chen Yang might not know it if he doesn't come out to work. We usually call regional managers boss, boss."
"Yes, Lin Jiaojiao."
Lin Jiaojiao raised her head arrogantly and said: "Yes, Chen Yang, don't be dissatisfied. My husband must have the Pamela that Wanwan gave you to make face. You can drive it if you want. If you get tired of it, you can drive it."
Just throw it back and you don’t have to spend any money.”
While she was talking, she opened her WeChat voice chat, and Jiao Didi asked her husband to bring the Paramela. It also had a special blue color, and she wanted to sit in it.
Tang Wan frowned and defended, "I didn't pay for the car."
Lin Jiaojiao choked: "Is it possible that your good-for-nothing son-in-law earns it from your husband? Dare I ask him what industry he is in and what his position is?"
Tang Wan choked, she really couldn't answer this.
Chen Yang knocked on the table with his fingers and said honestly: "I earned the money, but it doesn't belong to any industry and I don't have a position."
"Hahaha~~~"
Lin Jiaojiao laughed so hard that she burst into tears. She patted the table and said, "You're so good at bragging, why don't you make up a reliable one?"
Chen Yang shrugged and told the truth that there was nothing he could do if others didn't believe him.
Tang Wan couldn't stand the atmosphere, so she pulled Chen Yang up and simply admired the ukiyo-e paintings in the private room, as well as the hanging scroll.
She didn't know much about Japanese paintings, she just had a look. When she walked to a scroll, Tang Wan pointed at the painting and asked strangely: "Chen Yang, look at this Japanese painting. It's very strange. It's different from the others."
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"Is the picture... persimmon?"
The painting Tang Wan was referring to simply showed six persimmons, either thick or light, and randomly placed, giving it a sense of alienation.
Chen Yanggang praised: "My wife has good taste."
A cold voice came from the side: "Do you Chinese also know how to paint?"
Hakuba Ningzi came over in small steps, ignoring Chen Yang, and facing Tang Wan, there was unconcealable hostility in her voice: "Japanese painting is an elegant art. It's not surprising that you Chinese can't understand it."
Chen Yang looked at her with shocked eyes and said incredulously: "Miss Hakuba Ningzi, you are in Japan, have you never read a book?"