The Luo family is also quite large, full of children and grandchildren. Last year, the youngest daughter Luo You also settled a life-long event. Mr. Luo and Mrs. Luo felt that a big stone fell in their hearts. As the saying goes, the more the mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law, the more she likes her son-in-law. Before, the old couple had
How much you opposed this marriage, now you are so optimistic about it. A man who can risk his life for their daughter cannot be a bad man. Mrs. Luo now loves Quan Yeqian.
At the banquet, Nan Song couldn't help but watch the Luo family helping Quan Yeqian pick up food and help him eat, and laughed in his heart.
The second brother's treatment in the Luo family is better than that in the Quan family or the Nan family. It seems that he is marrying the right person...oh no, he is marrying the right wife.
The chef of the Luo family is really good at cooking. She even made the Lantern Festival herself. It tasted soft and glutinous, and Nan Song ate a full bowl.
I also tasted a lot of Beijing-style snacks.
Although the Luo family is also a wealthy family, the family tradition is very upright and does not have the arrogance and extravagance of the descendants of high-ranking officials. The family members are also very close and friendly to each other. Nan Song likes them very much, and the Luo family treats them warmly and continuously.
They tried hard to get them to eat more, but they were simply unable to resist.
Nan Song has been under a lot of pressure at work these days, and his appetite has been reduced a lot. He hasn't eaten much of the main course yet, but is full after eating some snacks. Looking at the mountain of delicious food in front of him, he feels worried and quietly leans over to Yu Jinwen.
She leaned on him and called him for help, "Husband, help me..."
Yu Jinwen hummed softly, like a rice-sweeping robot, habitually helping her with the food she couldn't finish.
When I was little, I would feed my father all the food I couldn't finish, and later I would feed my husband all the food I couldn't finish. It can be described as a seamless transition.
At this moment, Nan Song suddenly felt that his life was quite good.
After dinner, the men went to the living room to drink tea and chat. The women directly opened the dining room into a mahjong table and started playing mahjong.
The juniors were more sensible and kept feeding Mrs. Luo cards. Mrs. Luo played all the cards all night, and she was so happy that she even sang a scene on the spot. As soon as her loud voice came out, her Dantian was full of energy.
It was so shocking that Nan Song's eardrums were numb.
She came closer to Luo You and praised in a low voice: "Auntie is hiding her secrets."
Luo You broke the news on the spot and whispered: "A half-hearted fan knows how to sing this play and has been singing for half his life. How can he not be good at it?"
That's not necessarily true.
Nan Song thought silently, she had been singing her song "Eighteen Bends on the Mountain Road" for more than ten years, but she still hadn't finished it yet.
It can be seen that talent is a thing that differs from person to person.
After the play was sung, the whole house cheered.
Mr. Luo was the most supportive, saying that he was so amazed by this drama at the dinner party that he fell in love with her.
After saying that, he shook his head and sighed, "What a pity, this little girl can sing this play, little liar."
Mrs. Luo snorted softly, "I captured you as soon as I made a show, so you can tell me if I'm powerful or not?"
"It's amazing. Who has the ability like you?" Mr. Luo started to coax him after finishing the damage.
The family has long been used to it. It's just a trick played between old lovers. They have long seen through it.
Nan Song took the opportunity to go to the balcony and called home, fearing that her parents would be worried.
Every festive season, I miss my loved ones even more.
It's a pity that as soon as this thought of missing family came out, I heard a noisy sound on the other end of the phone, vibrating with ding-ding-dong-dong.
Like thunder.
The call was answered by Wang Ping.
"Uncle." Nan Song felt like her ears were about to explode, "What are you doing at home? Are you having a party?"
"Roughly the same."
There was a trace of helplessness in Wang Ping's voice, "Your mother has decorated the living room into a disco and is taking Xiaowen to dance here."
"..."
Nan Song's lips twitched, it was indeed something her mother could do.
After a while, Luo Yin came over and answered the phone while breathing heavily, her breathing still a little uneven, "Why are you looking for your mother?"
Nan Song gritted his teeth and laughed: "It seems that I am not at home, Ms. Luo is having a lot of fun."