Reborn 1980, Mountains Have Spirits, I Have Fields

Chapter 337

How can Bao Kun have the demeanor of a teacher, his clothes are messy, his hair is disheveled, and his eyes are red like rabbits.

"Xiaoping." He called her with a smile all over his face.

Seeing this, Xiaoping felt sad, ashamed and annoyed.I didn't sleep well all night, and my forehead was sore again.

"Xiaoping. Listen to my explanation—"

Xiaoping's voice was hoarse: "It's useless for you to explain to me." She left the man and left: "You go back. Don't delay my business."

"Xiaoping Xiaoping." Bao Kun followed behind her aggrieved, "I really never thought of divorcing you. Yes. We did not have feelings when we first got married, but after all these years, how have I treated you? , you still don't understand?"

Xiaoping remembered the details of getting along with each other over the years. Bao Kun got up in the early morning and queued up to buy a gold pendant for herself after passing the special teacher certificate.And Shanshan, he sincerely taught Shanshan as his own daughter.The more she thought about it, the sadder she became.Tears welled up.

"Xiaoping. Come back with me." Bao Kun held her wrist, "I will never let you down in my life."

Xiaoping took a deep breath and managed to stop her tears: "Why don't you understand? The problem now is not with you or me. It's Jiaying."

Bao Kun choked: "Jiaying, I will try to persuade her."

"It's useless." Xiaoping's voice was exhausted, "I raised her so much, and I was not willing to let her suffer the slightest grievance. But in her heart, I am a nanny. I know her temperament best, and I'm sure." It can't be turned back."

Bao Kun panicked: "No. Let's give her some more time—"

"Bao Kun." Xiaoping wiped the tears from her face, "Now that things have happened, Jiaying and I, you can only keep one. She is your own daughter, I can't compete with her, and I don't want to. That's it. "

Bao Kun clenched her wrist tightly: "No. How did things get to this point? Jiaying has a childish temper, and my dad has let go of it. He Qian will never be allowed to enter the house again. You always believe what my dad says?"

Xiao Ping looked at him with pity: "That's your own daughter. You can't let her go. I don't want to be the villain she says. Let's go to the government to issue a divorce certificate another day."

Bao Kun was stunned: "No, no, what nonsense are you talking about. Jiaying, Jiaying will get married sooner or later, and she won't be able to control us when she moves out of the house. Don't think about what you have, can you? "

Xiaoping asked back: "Are you willing to sever ties with your daughter?"

Bao Kun said repeatedly: "No way, really no way."

Xiaoping smiled: "You don't know Jiaying as well as I do." She paused, "Bao Kun, I don't blame you for this. If my daughter lets me choose, I will choose my daughter too. Go back. Wait. I've settled down, and I'll talk to my dad about it."

Bao Kun was in a hurry: "Why are you so desperate?"

Xiaoping sighed weakly: "Let's do this. You and Jiaying have a good talk. She can accept that our family will remain the same, and I will come back without saying anything."

Bao Kun said repeatedly: "Okay, okay. I'll find her to do ideological work right away. Don't let your imagination run wild." He paused, "I want to spend my whole life with you."

Xiaoping has been married to him for many years, and the first time she heard him say nasty things to herself, goosebumps came up all over her body.

She murmured in her heart: She talks sweetly all day long, and she is not afraid of getting skin diseases.

Bao Kun got Xiaoping's approval letter and went directly to his daughter's dance troupe.

Jiaying practiced for a whole day, and invited her mother to dinner at night.I saw my father looking for me anxiously.With a slight movement in his heart, he pulled him away without saying a word: "Dad, you came just in time. Come have dinner with me."

Bao Kun thought it would be good to chat with his daughter while eating.So he said, "You find a quiet shop."

Jiaying curled her lips: "Western restaurant, is it quiet?"

Bao Kun snorted: "I want a private room. I have something to talk to you about."

Seeing her father's solemn expression, Jiaying knew that he wanted to talk to her about Aunt Min's affairs, so she said disapprovingly, "Of course I have to use a private room."

Bao Kun came by bicycle, and was about to ask his daughter where the hotel is?A black car stopped beside him.

Rolling down the car window revealed He Qian's proud and beautiful face.

Bao Kun was stunned: "Why are you here?"

Jiaying gave her mother a smug wink, opened the car door and said, "Dad, let's go. Today is Mom's treat."

Holding the faucet of the car, Bao Kun hesitated for a moment and said, "Tell me where the restaurant is. I'll go there by myself."

Jiaying is not happy about her life.He Qian immediately gave him an address: "Just report my name when you arrive at the restaurant."

Bao Kun stepped on the pedal: "Okay. Wait for me."

Jiaying sat in the car and muttered with a sullen face: "Dad is too clueless."

He Qian glanced at her: "Don't say that about your father. In this world, a man like your father is so precious."

Jiaying raised her eyebrows: "So, why don't you bring my dad back soon?"

He Qian smiled without saying a word.

Jiaying said again: "I'll give you an assist." She was triumphant, "I tried to get Aunt Min away the day before yesterday. Dad came to me today to teach me a lesson. You have to help me later .”

He Qian couldn't help being surprised, her daughter's methods are really not small.

"Tell me. How did you get mad at her?"

……

Half an hour later, Bao Kun finally arrived at "OLD TIME Western Restaurant".

Judging from the facade decoration, the restaurant has not been opened for a long time.Business is good, and the store is full of well-dressed customers.The lazy jazz music combined with the aroma of steak and butter made Bao Kun feel dazed for a moment.It seems to have returned to the scene of dating and falling in love with He Qian when he was a teenager.It was also the same dim but warm light, and the shy him sat opposite a charmingly smiling girl.

Under the guidance of the salesperson, he stepped into the private room.Looking at He Qian again, there was already a little tenderness in her gaze.

He Qian smiled and said, "I've already ordered it. It's all your favorite food."

Jiaying gasped: "Dad and Mom used to eat western food together? It's so romantic."

Bao Kun sighed inaudibly: "It's all in the past. I haven't eaten steak for a long time."

He Qian smiled gently: "Taste how the master's craftsmanship here is better than before?"

Bao Kun took a light taste of the appetizer, and the long-lost taste suddenly aroused his long-dormant memory of Western food.He tasted the salad in surprise and drank the cream of mushroom soup.The eye sockets could not help but slowly turn red.

Jiaying smiled and asked, "Dad, how does it compare to the Western food you used to eat?"

Bao Kun looked at He Qian expectantly: "Is it the chef of the restaurant we used to go to?"

He Qian smiled and nodded: "Yes. It took me a lot of effort to invite the chef out of the mountain."

Bao Kun was stunned: "You?!" He looked around the private room, "You opened this restaurant?"

"Yes." He Qian elegantly forked a piece of vegetable into her mouth, lightly chewed it a few times to feel the taste of pure egg yolk salad dressing, chewed it, but her eyes were red.She whispered, "I originally gave you this restaurant as a meeting gift. I didn't expect..." She turned her head sideways, revealing her neckline as beautiful as a swan. "never mind."

Jiaying said anxiously: "Dad, Mom, these years, because of us, we haven't gotten married yet."

Bao Kun didn't say anything, just as the steak was delivered.He cut open the grilled steak, revealing the raw meat and blood dripping inside, and raised his head and said to the salesperson, "I'm sorry. I'm too old to eat medium-rare steak. Please help me fry it to medium-rare .”

The salesperson immediately removed the steak.

He Qian's mother and daughter looked at each other in silence.

(End of this chapter)