She said: "I have always been good at scratching the surface. I practiced a lot some time ago when I had nothing to do. I didn't expect it to come in handy."
She spoke very naturally and casually, but she didn't even care about such a wonderful dance.
Bo Zhanye looked at her with more meaning. He stared at her for five seconds before looking away:
"Eat something and take a rest."
Yun Anxian said: "Give Jiaojiao the most tender lamb chops."
When she heard the delicious food, Lan Xixi's eyes lit up: "Thank you, grandma."
Bo Chunfeng and Chu Chuning looked at Lan Xixi's happy posture with confusion and disappointment in their eyes:
"What's going on? Didn't you say that she must be fake? Why can she dance ballet?"
"I don't know either. I brought Feier Song here just to see her make a fool of herself, but..."
"Shut up, I think you are obviously making a wild guess."
"..."
Bo Chunfeng had no interest at all. No, he still wanted to try!
He refused to give up and moved to Lan Xixi: "Aunt Ninth, the dance you just danced was so beautiful~~ This is the new southern dish made by the chef tonight, try it."
Lan Xixi's eyes fell on a dish that was full of color, flavor and flavor. It was a dish of braised pork with plum vegetables. When she was a child, she would always have this dish on the table when attending banquets.
She doesn't hate it, nor does she like it, but Lan Jiao is not interested in this type of food at all.
Bo Chunfeng's intention was already clear in her heart, and she said calmly: "Get away, have you forgotten that I hate eating these greasy and pickled vegetables?"
The sound was so loud that everyone present could hear it.
The corner of Bo Chunfeng's mouth twitched, embarrassed: "Oh, I forgot, Aunt Ninth, I'm sorry, I just want you to have a taste."
Lan Xixi smiled but said in a friendly voice: "It's okay, but Chunfeng, you asked me for a dead man's autograph before, which has a bad meaning. You should be more careful next time."
The words that sounded like instructions and reminders fell into the air like bombs!
Want a dead person’s signature!
Is this a brain disease or a mental problem?
Yun Anxian was immediately annoyed: "Bo Chunfeng, you are not doing your job all day long and you still do such stupid things. Do you think you have nothing to do? If you have nothing to do, go to the ancestral hall and copy scriptures with your uncle!"
Bo Chunfeng's young and handsome face turned pale, and he explained in a panic: "No, grandma, I...I didn't pay attention either."
"Not paying attention means that your mind is not good and your mentality is not calm. You should copy it."
Bo Chunfeng: "..."
I wanted to test Lan Jiao, but ended up getting into trouble.
It's too awful.
Next, the family gathering continues.
Everyone laughed, felt sad, and everyone had their own thoughts.
A simple girl like Bo Wanwan was completely unaware of the previous undercurrents and overt and covert struggles.
Ten p.m.
Lan Xixi took the initiative to hold Bo Zhanye's arm and said to everyone:
"I had a lot of fun today. Thank you everyone for preparing such a lively party. Grandma, it's getting late. You should go back to your room to rest early. Zhan Ye and I also took Xiao Mo back to the room to rest."
Yun Anxian nodded, kind and friendly, smiled and asked Mrs. Zhang to help her back to the room.
Lan Xixi ignored Bo Chunfeng's gloomy and unwilling face, held Xiao Mo in one hand and Bo Zhanye in the other, and turned to leave.
Finally, I managed to get through it.
so close.
As soon as she returned to the room, Lan Xixi let go of Bo Zhanye's wrist and said to him: