Wei Lan rolled her eyes and whispered: "Do you have to be so warm? Show that you are familiar with our family?"
Paul heard Wei Lan's words with his ears and said: "We are already familiar with each other, okay?!"
"Just think it's familiar to you." Wei Lan snorted coldly.
Paul turned to look at Wei Lan, who had always been against him, and then looked up at Zhang Zhihao sitting on the sofa, thinking: Is this woman really angry that he came to her house today? Is she afraid that she would disturb them?
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Thinking like this, Paul felt extremely depressed. How could chasing a woman be more tiring than talking about business? He didn't believe that Wei Lan didn't like him. It seemed that he really had to do something.
Wei's mother's meal had just been prepared, and Wei's father had just returned from get off work. When he smelled the aroma of rice in the house, Wei's father shouted, "We're just in time for the restaurant."
Hearing Wei's father's voice, Zhang Zhihao was the first to stand up to greet him. When he saw Wei's father enter the room, Zhang Zhihao introduced himself in a formal manner: "Hello, uncle, I am Zhang Zhihao."
"Oh, welcome to our home for dinner. Just feel free to do it. Don't be formal." Dad Wei didn't know that Zhang Zhihao was coming to the house for dinner today. When he saw Zhang Zhihao, whose wife never tired of praising him, he had the same idea as Wei's mother.
After a mental evaluation, although this guy is good in all aspects, he is still far behind Paul.
However, Wei's father is also self-aware, and it seems that he can only think about it. After all, his daughter and Paul are not on the same level. Although their parents hate getting married, they are still sensible. Is it so easy to be the wife of a wealthy family?
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Although in everyone's eyes, Zhang Zhihao is not as good as Paul, but Zhang Zhihao is today's protagonist, and Paul has become a frequent visitor to the family. At the dinner table, Zhang Zhihao has naturally become the object of attention. Father Wei and Mother Wei
He kept picking up food for Zhang Zhihao.
Wei's mother kicked Wei Lan under the table. Wei Lan raised her eyes and glanced at her mother, only to see her mother wink. She had no idea what it meant.
"What for?" Weilan asked in a confused tone.
"Pfft..." Paul couldn't help laughing. He could tell that Wei's mother wanted her to pick up food for Zhang Zhihao, but she didn't respond at all, silly!
Wei's mother glared at Wei Lan calmly, then smiled and said to Zhang Zhihao: "Zhihao, from now on you will be one of your own family. Don't stay out of the house and eat more."
"Okay aunt, the food you cook is delicious." Zhang Zhihao praised.
"If you like to eat, come and eat more." Wei's mother said with a smile.
Paul took the phone on the table and secretly sent a text message to Wei Lan. The content of the text message was as follows: Your mother is really worried that you can't get married.
Wei Lan quickly replied with one word: Get out!
Paul raised his eyebrows and picked up his chopsticks again to eat his favorite sweet and sour pork ribs. He especially liked coming to Wei Lan's house to have dinner not only to curry favor with his future mother-in-law and father-in-law, but also because the food cooked by Wei's mother was so delicious.
He doesn't know what to eat by himself every day, and the food outside doesn't taste good no matter how he eats it.
Seeing that his parents were only greeting Zhang Zhihao, Wei Hai ignored Paul again. He stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a shrimp and put it in Paul's bowl. He said, "Brother Luo, this is a new research by my mother."
Try the drunken shrimps." After saying that, he glanced at Zhang Zhihao calmly. I don't know why, but he didn't want to see him from the first sight.
Paul thought to himself: It's not in vain to hurt this kid.
Paul finished the shrimp that Wei Hai gave him and said to Wei's mother: "Mother Wei, your drunken shrimp is really good. It's more delicious than the chef at Zuixianju."
"You are the only one who knows how to coax me. How can I compare to the skills of chef Zui Xianju when I make my own mess?" Although Wei's mother was modest, her eyes were full of smiles, showing how happy she was at the moment.
"Look, you still don't believe me when I tell the truth. You can cook it for me next time I come over." Paul begged.
"Do you really think of my house as your kitchen?" Weilan snorted coldly.
Wei's mother glared at Wei Lan who was talking nonsense, and scolded: "Do you treat your friends like this?!" Then she smiled at Paul and said: "Whenever you want to eat, just call me and I'll cook it for you.
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"Did you see that? Auntie welcomes me." Paul raised his eyebrows at Wei Lan proudly.
Wei Lan glanced at Zhang Zhihao, who had been looking at her, then kicked Paul under the table, and then glared at him deeply, signaling that enough was enough.
But Paul pretended that nothing had happened. Under Zhang Zhihao's gaze, he calmly picked up a drunken shrimp, carefully peeled the shrimp clean with his bare hands, carefully picked out the shrimp lines, and then placed it on the blue
On the plate, the voice said in an unusually soft voice: "Come on, try these drunken shrimps too. It's really delicious, even better than what we had at the Japanese restaurant last time."
This is the first time Paul has served a woman with food, and it is also the first time he has served someone so attentively. Even the boss has never eaten the shrimp he peeled with his own hands.
Wei Lan was speechless for a while, why is this girl so crazy, and why is she talking so weirdly? It's hard for people to accept that he is such an unstable person, and suddenly he is so gentle.
Weilan clearly felt that Zhang Zhihao was looking at her, but she just looked down at the shrimp on the plate. Under the gaze of everyone, she felt that she was eating or not eating.
"What? You think I'm dirty?" Paul asked angrily when he saw that she didn't eat.
Weilan thought for a while and ate the shrimp he gave her. In such a situation, not eating seemed too obvious. It was only when she ate in front of Zhang Zhihao that she felt confident. Only in this way could she tell Zhang Zhihao that they were just friends.
After Wei Lan finished the shrimp on the plate, Wei's mother finally couldn't bear it anymore and scolded her with a smile: "You damn girl, just eat for yourself and give Zhihao some."
"It's okay, auntie, I can do it myself. I won't be polite to you." Zhang Zhihao was also thorough in his words. Although he had been in contact with Wei Lan for some time, he and Wei Lan were not as warm as other lovers.
His slow-warming personality also has something to do with it.
"What kind of food do you like to eat?" Zhang Zhihao still doesn't understand Weilan. Weilan has a carefree personality, and it's just a dish for him. In her opinion, it's not a big deal.
After asking, Wei Lan regretted it and wanted to slap herself in the mouth. She asked Zhang Zhihao what he likes to eat in front of Paul. Doesn't this mean that she doesn't understand Zhang Zhihao? She even boasted in front of Paul that she would marry Zhang Zhihao a few days ago.
Woolen cloth.
In such an unfamiliar relationship, they are still talking about marriage?! Paul must have laughed at her in his heart again.
Wei Lan casually gave Zhang Zhihao a piece of garlic-fried broccoli, and then she saw Paul's raised lips, as if to say: Look, you are not familiar with him, you don't even know what he likes to eat.