It's okay not to mention it, but when it comes to Jiang Chaoxi's pregnancy, Lu Yanting feels uncomfortable.
He didn't say anything, picked up the wine dispenser, and poured himself one cup after another.
All I drank tonight was white wine.
After drinking three glasses of wine in a row, Lu Yanting said with a tipsy look: "Mr. Jiang, if your niece is pregnant, you can introduce her to me. Hahaha, you will have children when you get married, and I got a big deal."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Jiang Mufeng thought Lu Yanting was joking.
I laughed so much that tears came out.
After he had laughed enough, he said: "I think my niece's boyfriend might not agree. Hahaha, her boyfriend is the future heir of the Song family in Kyoto. The two are childhood sweethearts. The Song family is relatively conservative. If I want my niece, I must give birth to a child."
Only my son can enter."
"Is there such a thing?"
Lu Yanting frowned, feeling even more uncomfortable.
The woman he wanted to save at the risk of his life was just a fertility tool for Song Tingyue.
Why?
"Um."
He asked them when they would get married, but they both hesitated and refused to tell the truth.
Jiang Mufeng had heard someone say before that the Song family had a high family status and had high requirements for their wives. They could not enter the family without having a son.
However, Jiang Chaoxi and Song Tingyue did not get married or obtain a marriage certificate. I am afraid this is the reason.
Jiang Mufeng sighed: "My niece has a hard life. My brother and sister-in-law died young. My sister-in-law's parents used to take care of my niece. After the old couple passed away, my niece has been taking care of herself. She is very sensible and never lets me worry. I
I put money into her card every month, but she never spends it. She can make a lot of money just by painting."
"Poor child."
At this moment, Lu Yanting really wanted to hug Jiang Chaoxi and give her warmth.
Jiang Mufeng took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "Mr. Lu, look at me, why are you talking about this? You don't know my niece, don't mind."
"It's okay, about your niece... I like to hear about it."
Lu Yanting even hoped that Jiang Mufeng would keep talking about Jiang Chaoxi so that he could understand her better.
"Hahaha, my niece is very beautiful. She has been a beauty since she was a child. She looks very similar to her mother. She has a talent for painting since she was a child. She studied under the traditional Chinese painting master Zhong Shuhua and is a close disciple of Mr. Zhong."
Jiang Mufeng talked about Jiang Chaoxi in detail.
Lu Yanting listened with great interest.
I would like to offer Jiang Mufeng a cup from time to time.
Jiang Chaoxi's second uncle is his second uncle.
It turned out that Jiang Mufeng drank too much, and Lu Yanting personally sent him to the hotel to rest.
Jiang Chaoxi was worried that Jiang Mufeng would call him.
When Lu Yanting saw that it was Jiang Chaoxi's call, he hesitated for a moment and pressed the answer button.
"Second uncle, have you finished your work? Where will you sleep tonight? Do you want to come to my place? I still have a free room here."
Jiang Chao's voice was particularly clear and sweet in the quiet night, like the clear spring in the mountains, trickling.
Lu Yanting cleared his throat before speaking: "Jiang Chaoxi, your second uncle drank too much and is asleep now. I sent him to the hotel. I will watch him tonight, don't worry!"
Jiang Chaoxi's heart beat wildly when he heard it was Lu Yanting's voice.
She also pretended not to care and said calmly: "Mr. Lu, I'm sorry to bother you."
Hear Jiang Chaoxi calling himself "Mr. Lu".
Lu Yanting had the feeling that the two of them would never go back.
That is to say, Jiang Chaoxi had called him "Mr. Lu" when he first started taking care of him.
Such an unfamiliar title.
"No trouble."
Lu Yanting said in his heart, because he is your second uncle, it is not a problem.
Jiang Chaoxi didn't hang up the phone in a hurry, and was silent for a moment before speaking again: "Which hotel is my second uncle staying in? I'll have someone send him hangover soup tomorrow morning."
"Hilton Hotel, Room 1880."
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Lu, bye."
Jiang Chaoxi then hung up the phone and quickly wrote down the room number on a piece of paper while he remembered it, so as not to forget it tomorrow morning.
Lu Yanting was distracted for a moment while holding Jiang Mufeng's cell phone.
After making sure that Jiang Chaoxi had hung up the phone, he slowly put down the phone.
…
Jiang Chaoxi walked out of the bedroom and saw Song Tingyue still watching a movie in the living room.
She said: "My second uncle won't be back tonight. You can go to bed after watching the movie!"
"Okay." Song Tingyue looked at her and asked, "Would you like a midnight snack?"
"You want to eat?"
Not to mention having late night snacks, Jiang Chaoxi was really a little hungry when it came to late night snacks.
"Well, I want to eat snail noodles. What about you, do you want to eat it?"
"Okay, okay, I want to eat snail noodles too." Jiang Chaoxi couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
"Fried eggs?"
"Okay, okay."
"Tiger skin chicken feet?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"OK." Song Tingyue stood up and walked to the kitchen.
Boil water in this stove, fry eggs in the other stove, and the tiger skin chicken feet are ready-made and can be soaked directly in the snail noodle soup.
After a while, the fragrant snail noodles were delivered to Jiang Chaoxi.
She smiled and narrowed her eyes: "Brother, you are such a god of cooking, you taste so delicious."
He quickly took a photo with his cell phone.
Then send it to Moments.
[Snail noodles with fried eggs, tiger skin chicken feet, yyds!]
The photo posted by Jiang Chaoxi shows two bowls of snail noodles.
Over there, Lu Yanting was guarding Jiang Mufeng, not sleepy at all, and kept refreshing his circle of friends with his spare phone.
He actually got to the WeChat Moments that Jiang Chaoxi posted a few seconds ago.
When he saw it was two bowls of snail noodles, Lu Yanting didn't even want to like it.
You know without asking that one bowl belongs to Jiang Chaoxi and the other belongs to Song Tingyue.
But the body is still the most honest.
Lu Yanting still liked Jiang Chaoxi immediately.
Then leave a message: [Looks delicious.]
Soon Jiang Chaoxi replied to him: [But it is delicious. 】
The smooth rice noodles are spicy, sour and refreshing in the mouth, and the fried eggs are full of soup. You bite into them and your mouth is full of juice.
The tiger skin chicken feet are soaked until soft and then fall off the bones, melting as soon as you take a sip.
Simply delicious.
Jiang Chaoxi ate happily, but Lu Yanting looked unhappy.
How come Song Tingyue can cook everything? His cooking skills are so superb, it’s hard to surpass him!
Lu Yanting began to consider whether he should sign up for a cooking training class, and was always ready to poach someone to win back Jiang Chaoxi.
…
Early the next morning, Jiang Chaoxi got up to make hangover soup, and then asked an errand boy to deliver it to his second uncle.
Jiang Mufeng woke up and was surprised to see Lu Yanting sleeping on the bed next to him: "Mr. Lu, you stayed with me all night last night?"
"How do you feel?" Lu Yanting asked with a smile.
"It's okay, my head hurts a little."
Jiang Mufeng rubbed his eyebrows and moved his neck again.
Lu Yanting handed a stewing pot to Jiang Mufeng: "Mr. Jiang, this is the hangover soup your niece sent you on errands. Drink it while it's hot!"
"Xibao was given as a gift? How did she know I was here?" Jiang Mufeng happily took the stew pot.
"She called you, I answered it for you and told her the room number."
Lu Yanting watched helplessly as Jiang Mufeng opened the lid of the stew pot and poured the hangover soup into the small bowl that came with the stew pot.
He also wanted to take a sip.
It’s been a long time since I drank the sobering soup cooked by Ginger Chaoshi.