At this time, Xu Suizhu walked in: "Isn't it done yet? Is it too much? How about cutting it down?"
"That's almost it!" Lu Chixiao patted the tightly packed luggage bag, stood up and dusted his trouser legs and said, "We two old men have conquered the highlands, and we still worry about not being able to carry a few bags of luggage? Boss?"
,Am I right?"
The boss is feeling bitter.
I thought it would be fine if I was forced to eat dog food along the way, but I also had to be a porter - not a husband who carries his wife, but a porter who carries luggage.
"Are all bachelors so without human rights?" He couldn't help but muttered.
"So I asked you to find one, but you didn't find one yourself."
The grunt was heard by Lu Chixiao who was passing by him.
Young Master Lu snorted angrily: "Do you think everyone is as lucky as you?"
These words touched Lu Chixiao's heart. He also felt that he was quite lucky. They met like a bloody couple for the first time and became a perfect match for each other.
6th Young Master: "..."
It's better to shut up from now on and don't say a word.
No matter what he says, he can be picked up by the second child. Look at his rippling face, tsk! I really can’t see it!
"By the way, boss." Lu Chixiao thought of something and felt the need to remind his brother, "Do you have a personal relationship with Brother Zhuzi's wife?"
"who?"
"Brother Zhuzi's wife is Chen Yuanyuan. Speaking of which, she is a junior high school classmate of my wife's. She returned to Kyoto to hold a wedding banquet in November, and their family also came."
At this point, Lu Chixiao glanced at his brother meaningfully and asked: "You haven't remembered yet? That's right! When they got married, you were still sleeping in the hospital bed in the dark; Sui Sui and I went to Guangzhou for the thank-you banquet.
Cheng. If you really don’t have a personal relationship, then you haven’t even met in person? Hiss! Then why is Chen Yuanyuan looking for you? She still looks like she knows you very well. I said, it can’t be a love debt you owed unintentionally, right?
Tsk! You can’t tell, boss!”
"Tsk, tsk, your mother's tsk!"
"Isn't my mother your mother? I told you not to talk dirty at home..."
"..."
"You really don't know her?" Lu Chixiao saw that his expression didn't look fake, so he patted his brother on the shoulder, "I heard that she recently got divorced, and I was worried that it might have something to do with you. It's best if I don't know her."
"... If you tone less gloatingly, I might believe that you really care about me."
"Oh, did you hear it? Sorry, I'll change it next time!" Lu Chixiao held his hands in a serious tone.
"..."
Lu Chilin thought that the wife-slave brother was teasing him deliberately to avenge himself for making fun of them, but unexpectedly...
After eating dog food all the way home, he loosened his collar and spread out on the sand to rest. Madam Liu stared at him again and again.
Weakly asked: "Mom, are there flowers on my face?"
"No, but you have flowers on your head."
"Grandma 6, there are no flowers on uncle's head." Zhuang Yi took a closer look curiously and replied seriously.
Little Baozi followed suit and came forward. He even stood on tiptoes and grabbed a few of Mr. Lu's heads. Following Zhuang Yi's example, he reported to his grandma: "No!"
"Yes! There are flowers and trees!" Mr. Lu, whose scalp was so painful from being pulled, felt helpless and funny. He licked the little bun's forehead and said, "I don't have a head to pull, so I came to pull my uncle's head? Is it fun?"
Little Baozi pursed his lips and smiled happily, and ran back to his grandma's arms.
"Mom, what on earth are you going to say?" Mr. Liu rubbed his temples, "I have flowers on my head? Both children said they are gone. Are you getting older? What time does the optical shop open? I will accompany you.
Get a new pair..."
"Don't talk to me about anything else. You just have a flower on your head!" Mrs. 6 glared at him, "It's still a peach blossom! A rotten peach blossom!"
"..."
Now, I could hear the profound meaning in my mother’s words.
He quickly sat up straight, asked the bodyguard to take the two children back to his brother and sister's room, and asked seriously: "What about Zhuzhu's wife?"
"Okay! Does it really have anything to do with you?" Mrs. 6 angrily grabbed the waist pillow on the sofa and threw it at her eldest son.
6 The eldest young man caught it with all his hands and feet and steadied his mother: "It's nothing! Before coming, Axiao and I mentioned a few things. It's not what you think at all. In fact, I don't even know anyone.
!”
After much talking, he convinced his mother that he really didn't know Chen Yuanyuan and Chen Bianbian.
Tired.
…
Xu Suizhu was packing clothes in the room and asked Baozi Daddy to send the seafood she brought to the kitchen.
I only brought a basket of fresh paste crabs, and the rest were made into dried products or pickled products, such as the red paste crabs that my father-in-law liked, the yellow croaker, the snail meat sauce that my mother-in-law liked, the wine-choked shrimps, and others that everyone liked.
seafood meatballs.
For the reunion dinner, Mrs. Liu and her family decided to have hot pot after discussing it. It was so comfortable! There were just a few people in the family, so we didn’t have to prepare all the cold dishes, hot dishes, and soup. All the vegetables and meat dishes you could think of were prepared, and you could boil whatever you wanted.
He also asked someone to buy half a small-tailed lamb and grilled it in the corridor. The charcoal burned pine branches, and the more it grilled, the more fragrant it tasted. There were also a few sweet potatoes stuck to the edge of the charcoal pot.
There was a thick layer of snow in the yard, and God hadn't stopped snowing yet. Cotton-like flakes of snow fell freely, and soon they were half an inch deeper.
Mrs. 6 asked them to install the grill on the porch so that the snow could not drift and the wind could blow away the smell of smoke.
No, before it was time to eat, the aroma of roasted lamb and roasted sweet potatoes wafted in, making our mouths water.
The two little guys couldn't stay any longer. They were wearing big cotton-padded jackets and cotton hats with earmuffs, like two little fat bears, squatting in front of the grill, watching Lu Chixiao act like a grill master.
"Okay!" Little Baozi looked up at his father and swallowed.
"Want to eat?" Lu Chixiao couldn't help but laugh when he saw his greedy look. He used the multifunctional knife on the keychain to separate two pieces of fragrant mutton, skewered them on thin bamboo sticks, and sprinkled some of his wife's meat on them.
Ground cumin powder very finely to make mutton kebabs.
The buns couldn't tolerate spicy food, so they didn't dare to sprinkle pepper on them. They only sprinkled a few grains of salt symbolically. No salt was added at all, and they were tasteless and unpalatable. "Come on, one for each person, sit inside and eat! Don't squat in the wind.
You'll choke on the smoke."
The two children sat back obediently on the small chairs in the flower hall.
"Brother, is it delicious?" Zhuang Yi took a bite and turned to ask the little bun who was munching on the mutton.
"Good times!"
"I think it's delicious too, it's really delicious! I've never had meat that tastes so delicious."
"Meat! Good times!"
When Little Baozi saw that Zhuang Yi didn't look like Zhuang Zhuang, he always corrected his substandard pronunciation. His eyebrows arched and he answered more enthusiastically, "As good as every time!"
"Yes! It's delicious! It's delicious!"
"Good times! Good times!
"..."
Mrs. 6 passed by the flower hall and was amused by the conversation between the two children inside.
However, something happened, so I didn't go in. I asked the cook to bring a pot of warm juice. I was tired of eating too much roast lamb, so I drank some freshly squeezed apple juice to relieve the tiredness.