Xiaoqingmei she is super sweet

Chapter 86 It will be a matter of course and your daughter-in-law will come

"Son, have you worked hard recently?" During dinner, Zhao Wen desperately added chicken legs and chicken wings to his son, "I am studying and playing ball, my mother is so distressed, eat more."

His father, Liu Wei, went abroad to work shortly after school started, and the result of the "dependence" between mother and son was——

Liu Zhe looked at the KFC fried chicken in the bowl, shook his head helplessly and sighed: "Mom, if you don't know how to cook, you can go to the restaurant next door and fry a few small fried chicken, or wait for me to come back and cook something simple for dinner. It’s too unhealthy to eat fried chicken.”

An occasional meal is acceptable, but this is Liu Zhe's fourth fried chicken dinner this week, and now he smells it and almost throws up.

Zhao Wen looked at his precious son with grievances, and complained to his husband who was far away abroad: "That's not your stinky dad. If he is here, why do I need to worry about these meals? You are coming home late during this time." , How dare I let my son cook for you again, fried chicken is the most convenient, and it can be delivered to your door."

Liu Zhe resigned himself to his fate and got up, "Alright, alright, my lord, it's my fault, let's order some noodles, okay?" He was about to go into the kitchen to cook noodles.

Zhao Wen quickly agreed, quickly put away the fried chicken on the table, and put it in the refrigerator: "Oh, I also want to eat stewed noodles with tomatoes and eggs. Son, I will leave the blessing of mother to you!" Yes, go through the oven tomorrow as a snack.

Liu Zhe looked at his mother speechlessly, couldn't bear it anymore, and said before entering the kitchen: "Don't even think about it, just plain water."

In the evening, I still make braised noodles, and my stomach is singing empty city tricks.

Zhao Wen was not reconciled, he held the door frame of the kitchen, saw that Liu Zhe was really planning to cook noodles with white water, and sighed depressingly: "Hey, I can't help my mother, poor mother, I have been selling tofu for the past few days. The concert at the cultural festival, but it broke my heart, I'm hungry and thin."

Liu Zhe, who was preparing to cook noodles in the kitchen, immediately turned off the fire when he heard this, quickly opened the refrigerator, took out the tomatoes and eggs, and tried his best to make his expression look dog-legged and kind: "Mom, may I ask?" Do you want spicy or not spicy?"

"Huh?!" Zhao Wen didn't expect Liu Zhe's heart to be the same as that of June's baby-faced weather, and it will change as soon as it changes. Why do you have to make braised noodles for yourself, but it's delicious if you don't eat it for nothing Don't eat it, don't care if he is cheating or not, he said proudly, "Okay, I want to eat spicy stew! Give me another ham sausage!"

The corner of Liu Zhe's mouth froze, Mom, you are really rude.

"Okay, I'll do it for you." He complained in his heart, but Liu Zhe was very quick in his words and actions.

After a while, two steaming bowls of stewed noodles with tomatoes and eggs were served on the table.

"Yo yo yo, this time the noodles are extra delicious!" Zhao Wen knew that his son made it with heart this time as soon as he tasted it.

Liu Zhe had a mysterious smile on his face, unlike Zhao Wen's gobbling like a hungry tiger, he ate his noodles slowly, as if thinking about what to say.

Although Zhao Wen's ability to take care of himself has deteriorated a lot, after all, he has experienced sophistication for so many years, and he is his own son, so he knew at a glance that Liu Zhe had something to say.

When Zhao Wen finished the last sip of soup and put down the bowls and chopsticks contentedly, he immediately resumed his masculine masquerade image, with a smile that he thought was the most "loving" on the corner of his mouth: "Ah Zhe, I have something to say, oh no, I have something to do." Please, mother, just say it."

Hmph, knowing son is better than mother, Xiao Mian, the meal is over, you still don't want to tell me what's on your mind.What exactly do you want from me?

Liu Zhe slowly put down the bowls and chopsticks, with a hint of pleading in his eyes, he pleaded with words that were too sincere to be "sincere": "Mom, I want to ask you for two tickets to the Tofu Culture Festival. I know, with your connections , getting two tickets is not a problem."

God knows that Liu Zhe came home late from school these days because he wanted to sharpen his head to get tickets, and now even the scalpers are covering the tickets tightly, it's too difficult to deal with.

Zhao Wen looked at Liu Zhe with wide eyes in surprise, and said strangely, "No, you don't seem like someone who would be interested in this kind of concert."

Zhao Wen knows his son very well. As a music teacher, he wanted to pass on his music cells to him and teach him to sing and dance since he was a child, but this boy just doesn't appreciate it. Singing is definitely not easy to speak.

Liu Zhe couldn't escape the eyes of his mother who looked at him like an X-ray scan, touched his nose a little awkwardly, and said in his heart: Oh, you can give it if you want, why ask so much.

Zhao Wen "examined" Liu Zhe, and suddenly remembered that not long ago his son blew himself up to have a girlfriend, his eyes lit up immediately, and he became shrewd and gossip: "Hoho, I see, son, are you going to talk to me? Is your girlfriend going to the concert?"

Liu Zhe narrowed his eyes slightly, noncommittal.After all, I don't want to deny the relationship between myself and Xiaotangyuan, even if I am still the boyfriend she said has not become a regular.

Zhao Wen understood, "Oh, so, your little girlfriend wants to see it, let me think about it, the biggest celebrity, oh, I like Jay Chou, right!"

As expected of my mother, her intuition as a woman is still very accurate.Liu Zhe made a secret note in his heart that he couldn't easily offend a woman like his own mother in the future, it was too powerful, and the cute and cute little glutinous rice balls were the best.

"Yes, so, do you have a ticket?" Liu Zhe didn't want to have too many explanations and exchanges with his mother whose brains were on the line, so he went straight to the point, meaning that if you have a ticket, give it to me.

"Son, you have to know, this ticket is very difficult to get!" Zhao Wen leaned back lazily on the back of the chair, pretending to look at his round and delicate fingernails, and glanced at Liu Zhe. He did not admit or deny whether he had votes.

Boy, this means that the landlord has the grain to have the confidence to negotiate with you!
How could Liu Zhe not know Zhao Wen's little Jiujiu, and tapped his fingers on the table: "OK, tell me your conditions."

"Three meals in a row for a month, make lunch in the morning, and put it in a box for me directly." Zhao Wen always has to find something for himself, right?

Liu Zhe was speechless: "Isn't there a cafeteria at noon in your school?"

"Hey! But that's not delicious!" Zhao Wen pretended to be unhappy, "Oh, even this little request can't satisfy mom, so forget it..."

"Deal!" Liu Zhe nodded, agreed with humiliation, and stretched out his hand: "Bring the ticket!"

Zhao Wen handed the ticket in the handbag to Liu Zhe, and smiled triumphantly: "I know how to please girls at such a young age, not bad, a child can be taught," winking at his son: "When will you bring your little girlfriend back?" , Mom will give you palm eyes."

Liu Zhe carefully collected the tickets before looking at Zhao Wen: "Mom, you don't need to pay attention in advance. Your daughter-in-law will come naturally when the situation is ripe."

　Waiting for the time to come~Happy Children’s Day everyone(°з°)-

　　
　
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