She washed and changed clothes, and then quietly went to her parents' room. She found that the two old people had woken up and were brushing their teeth and chatting slowly, so she went in to help them change clothes.
"Ling Ling, I want to eat fried dough sticks later." Dad Xue said with a smile: "Let Xiao Li fry some fried dough sticks. Your Uncle Zhilan also said he wanted to eat them."
Xue Ling didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Dad, why are you thinking about it again? The fried dough sticks are not good. Apart from a little taste, they have no nutrition at all, and they are easy to get angry after eating them. The weather is very hot, where can you eat fried dough sticks?"
"I want to eat it!" Xue's father pouted aggrievedly: "I haven't eaten for several days. In the morning, I only had millet porridge for several days. If I don't add sugar, I just have some lilies. It tastes too bland."
Xue Ling coaxed: "On a hot day, it's better to eat something light. Uncle Zhilan also likes it very much and says the millet porridge is very good."
Dad Xue hummed softly: "That's because he has no choice! He is a guest, so he has the nerve to tell you whether he wants this or that? He must say yes, otherwise you are not entertaining him well!"
"Okay, okay." Xue Ling smiled helplessly: "Then just one per person, don't eat more. Today is lean meat porridge, not millet porridge. After the meal, each person will have a bowl of rock sugar bird's nest, and I guarantee that there will be sugar."
Dad Xue smiled bitterly and laughed: "Just one? The fried dough sticks made by Xiao Li are very small, as high as chopsticks and not much bigger than chopsticks. When you eat them, you swallow them in your mouth, and you can't taste them at all."
Xue Ling suppressed a smile: "Then taste it slowly and savor it."
"Two sticks." Dad Xue whispered: "The hot kind, it tastes really good when it comes up, fragrant and crispy. Anyway, it won't be over-fried, and the home-made oil is fresh, so you don't have to worry about being unhealthy at all."
Xue Ling said seriously: "Fried food is inherently unhealthy. Even if it is hot and fried at home, it is still fried in nature."
"...It's too harsh." Xue's father was extremely depressed and snorted: "If I had known that you were so stubborn and unwilling to adapt, I should have let you go to Chengjia Village and leave Ayuan behind."
Xue Ling laughed dumbly: "Yes! Your son-in-law will pamper you, do whatever you want, and give you whatever you want. But there is nothing you can do, he is still on vacation in his hometown in Rongcheng, and now it's you
Your daughter will arrange to take care of you, so you can only cooperate obediently. There is no other way, who made me the daughter you gave birth to!"
"If I had known, I wouldn't have given birth!" Xue's father muttered dissatisfied.
Xue Ling squinted his eyes and hummed: "I heard it! My ears are not as deaf as yours!"
Father Xue was startled, and he felt aggrieved and picked up the phone.
"What's the date today? Why hasn't A Yuan come back yet? Can't he book a plane ticket?"
Xue Ling suppressed a smile: "There's no need to look for him, he won't be back until a few days later."
Father Xue became more and more depressed and stared at his daughter without saying anything.
"Without me." Xue Ling chuckled: "You don't have a son-in-law either. First of all, you have to have a daughter who makes you unhappy, so that your son-in-law can be very filial."
Father Xue was amused by her and laughed and scolded: "Stop talking nonsense! Even without you, A Yuan can be my godson! When I was a technical master in Rongcheng, you were not born yet! A Yuan was at that time
Already three or four years old."
"Don't come!" Xue Ling was unhappy when he heard this: "If he doesn't marry me, who else can he marry? Okay, okay, I'll give you two fried dough sticks this morning - no more!"
Dad Xue finally succeeded, wiped the screen of his phone, put it back in place and took a picture.
"Remember to be quick and don't be too slow."
Xue Ling helped him put on the silk Tang suit and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, go right away."
Mother Xue on the side was combing her silver-white hair. Listening to the conversation between their father and daughter, she couldn't help but curl her lips: "He is already this age, and I don't care about him. Why do you care about him?"
Xue Ling couldn't laugh or cry: "You can't even control how many milliliters of water my dad drinks at a time - are you embarrassed to accuse me?"
"That's because I'm in a bad mood." Mother Xue said with a smile: "I deliberately make things difficult for him, vent my anger, see him frustrated, and make myself happy. When I'm in a good mood, like now - I don't care at all. Where’s that bad old man!”
Xue Ling knelt down to put on his old father's shoes and couldn't help but joke: "Hey! Comrade Haitang, it seems you have never been happy in your life - you take care of my dad every day!"
"No!" Mother Xue stopped: "I don't care about him now, I'm so happy and relaxed! No no - he can't wear these sandals today, we have to change him to that pair of cloth shoes. We will go to the back garden to sit down later. , the cool breeze is strong in the morning, you don’t need to wear socks, but you must wear cloth shoes.”
Father Xue cooperated obediently: "Then wear cloth shoes."
Xue Ling was funny and angry, and said: "One second I said I didn't care, and the next second I took care of it! Xiaopeng Xiaoyu is even more reliable than you!"
"We are old, it doesn't matter if we can't rely on each other." Father Xue chuckled mischievously.
Mother Xue shrugged: "We can do whatever we like! We don't like to control it for you!"
Xue Ling: "..."
Well, she called her husband and sent a message when she left soon - she also booked a flight ticket for him in advance!
His father-in-law and mother-in-law—he should take care of it himself!
Father Xue stomped on his cloth shoes and muttered coquettishly: "At this age, how many more years can I eat you dough sticks? At this age, I can't be willful? When can I be willful?"
"When you are as old as Xiaozhu and others." Xue Ling nodded heavily: "You can be willful!"
Mother Xue snorted: "No! When they are willful, you spank them. If we are willful, can you spank us? Huh?"
"...Okay." Xue Ling clasped his fists: "You win, you are so willful."
Xue's father and mother laughed happily, hooked each other's arms, and sang "Liuyang River, how many bends have it made? Do you have dozens of miles of water to reach the Xiangjiang River? What kind of county is there on the riverside..."
Xue Lingqi let them go out to sing, then accepted his fate and went back to pack their pajamas.
Cheng Huanran came over with sleepy eyes and pajamas and leaned against the door rail.
"Mom, has the third child contacted you in the past two days? I called him several times last night, but he didn't reply. This kid is used to being carefree! He doesn't even like to take his mobile phone!"
Xue Ling was busy minding his own business and replied: "No, he seemed to have said two days ago that he wanted to retreat to draw some finale. He left a message saying that if anything happened at home, he would contact Ah Qing. Do you have Ah Qing's private number? Where's WeChat? ?Look for Ah Qing."
"Yes." Cheng Huanran yawned and said, "Okay, I'll find Ah Qing after breakfast."
Xue Ling couldn't help but remind: "Remember the time difference. Why are you looking for the third child? Is there something wrong?"
Cheng Huanran replied: "Yes! Recently someone on the Internet pretended to be his pen name and published some articles to attract attention. The number of fans has increased to hundreds of thousands, making it a big deal. I have to tell him and let him handle it quickly."