Chapter 328: The Ancestral Graves Can’t Get A Little Smoke!
When he first came to the Han family, Brother Zhang had a clear goal and was very motivated to get divorced. Of course he was as crazy as he could be, and he had no quality or ability to do anything.
Occasionally in the dead of night when no one can sleep, Brother Zhang will reflect on whether he is too disrespectful to the elderly...
At the dinner table, Old Mrs. Han kept picking up dishes for Brother Zhang. It seemed that as long as the little old lady behaved well enough, Brother Zhang would not make her drink...
Anyway, before I even took two bites of Xuebaocai, I had already downed half a kilo of white wine.
Her pretty face was flushed, and her beautiful eyes were slightly blurred, very charming and alluring.
But the little old lady knew that if she continued to drink like this, Xuebao's charming little cherry mouth would definitely make her vomit...
There were only three people at the table, the young and the old. There was no need for Brother Zhang to show off. After he had eaten and drank enough, he went to the tea room to make tea.
Usually, Han Dong does this work.
The little old lady took a peek at Brother Zhang who was fussing in the tea room, frowned and pushed Xuebao, who was pretending to be drunk: "You've already gone into the back room, don't come here."
Xuebao immediately calmed down the confusion on his face and lowered his voice: "Keep your voice down, Brother Zhang has sharp ears. If he hears it, he can drink me to death!"
Mrs. Han was so happy that she couldn't help pinching Xuebao's smooth face: "Damn girl, look at your face that's been glowing lately, and your complexion is so good. Are you getting more moisturized as time goes by after marriage?"
"It's not bad." Mr. Han shrugged coolly and said calmly. "As I said, if you hadn't been stalking me, little old lady, I would still be the best diamond king in Binhai."
"Pull him down, let's see what this damn girl like you is capable of. Why haven't I seen you so good at pretending in front of my Ruoyu?" The little old lady poked Xuebao on the forehead.
"Take it easy!"
Xuebao, whose head was poked crookedly, was a little angry: "If anyone outside dares to poke my head like this, Brother Zhang can beat him to death! Don't force me to complain to Brother Zhang!"
Mrs. Han rolled her eyes, looking crazy at this girl!
Seeing that Xuebao peeked into the tea room from time to time, Mrs. Han was both satisfied and pleased: "How is it? I didn't cheat you, did I? Didn't I find the wrong man for you? With my Ruoyu's personality and charm, you are holding a lantern on the seaside.
It’s hard to find!”
Mr. Han's eyes flickered, and he curled his lips and said: "It's good, but it's just that I'm always worried about you, and it's very tiring."
"You've got an advantage and you still act like a good boy?" Mrs. Han glared at Xuebao. "Damn girl, why are you becoming more and more arrogant? Weren't you like this before?"
"Brother Zhang has trained you well." Xuebao straightened his back, his face full of arrogance.
Mrs. Han smiled and suddenly lowered her voice and said, "Are you okay with him? You're not trying to make fun of your eldest lady's bad temper, right? You're not doing it every day, so you're looking for trouble, right?"
"You don't know what I am?" Mr. Han said disdainfully. "Brother Zhang praises me as a good wife and mother, but you are the only one who worries about this and that every day."
"I haven't mentioned divorce to you again?" Old Mrs. Han asked.
"How dare he!?" Mr. Han's temper grew. "Let's see if I don't slap him!"
"Don't smoke!" Mrs. Han warned sternly.
It is illegal to smoke General Zhang and he will be shot...
"What are you afraid of?" Mr. Han raised his eyebrows with an arrogant look on his face. "Which Binhai woman doesn't beat her husband? Have you never spanked your breasts?"
Mrs. Han was choked.
When she was young, she had a really bad temper...
Otherwise, Old Devil Han wouldn't be so crazy and dare to defeat a city by himself.
"In short, I still said the same thing, lock him up hard." Mrs. Han said meaningfully. "After this village, there will be no such store in the next life. Even if you really suffer a little grievance, you can bear it. I didn't follow.
You're kidding me, if you dare to leave me, I will break off our relationship with you even if the King of Heaven is here!"
Xuebao felt grandma's determination.
But he curled his lips and glanced at Brother Zhang from the corner of his eye.
Feeling wronged?
Usually when Xuebao frowns, Brother Zhang will find an excuse to take her out to have a spicy hotpot and go for a drive to relax.
I casually muttered a few words and said that when I got tired of eating beef noodles, I gave myself a whole bowl of cold love noodles the next day.
"Milk, you're not blind yet, right?" Xuebao raised his slender jade finger and said pretentiously. "Brother Zhang gave this diamond ring on our 100th wedding anniversary, and he gave it to me in one breath.
I cooked twelve dishes, all of which are my favorites."
"Milk, it's time to say it or not, can you count the twelve dishes I like to eat? Even if you can count, can you cook them?" Xuebao said in a strange tone.
"Who is disgusting?" Mrs. Han said with a straight face and twitched the corner of her mouth. "Grandma has been pampered since she was a child. She has never touched Yang Chun Shui in her whole life. You want me to cook for you? Why don't you look so beautiful?"
"When you visit the grave next time, ask your dead grandfather and your father who ran away from home. If they combined, they can count on both hands the number of meals I cook."
"Let me do it for you?" Mrs. Han narrowed her eyes and glanced at Xuebao. "Aren't you afraid of losing your life?"
Xuebao's expression was stiff and he curled his lips and said, "Did I tell you the same thing? I want to tell you that even if people outside make me suffer, Brother Zhang cannot agree."
"Keep your glass heart rotten in your stomach." Mr. Han's face was full of pride. "Can you still understand Brother Zhang like me? He will never let me suffer in the next life."
Mrs. Han followed Xuebao's eyes thoughtfully and looked at Zhang Ruoyu who was about to make tea.
Suddenly he sighed sincerely: "Damn it, Xuebao, you are really like smoke coming out of Mazu's grave, to be able to marry such an awesome man."
"The original words are given to you."
Mr. Han pouted proudly: "If your ancestral graves are less smokey, you won't find such a grandson-in-law."
The two grandmothers and grandsons looked at each other with eight hundred thoughts, and the springs of the mechanism were loosened.
