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Chapter 82 Trouble

Not long after Li Jie and Su Mingyu left, Su Mingzhe and his party arrived home. Zhao Meilan and Su Daqiang were both shocked by the 'mansion' in front of them. Although the house in their hometown in Gusu was a three-story bungalow, it also had its own small yard.

However, because it was built so long ago, although the exterior has been renovated by municipal engineering projects, the internal layout cannot be changed.

In addition, the Su family has been unable to make ends meet in recent years, and the interior decoration of the house is still in the style of the 1970s and 1980s. Although Su Mingzhe's new house is second-hand, the decoration period is not long, and it is about 70% to 80% new.

appearance.

Zhao Meilan looked around at her eldest son's house in the United States, her eyes filled with excitement. She looked at it here, touched it there, and marveled at it again and again.

"Mingzhe, did you spend a lot of money on your new house?"

Zhao Meilan knew about Su Mingzhe's purchase of the house, but the family did not pay a penny. At that time, Zhao Meilan was embarrassed to ask if her son would ask her family to support part of the funds, would she agree or not?

I really can’t come up with the money, is it possible to sell another house?

The Su family's old house has three floors. It sounds like there are quite a lot of rooms, but in fact there are only four rooms available for living. One room on the first floor is occupied by the old couple, and two rooms on the second floor. Among them, Su Mingyu's room has been sold.

, the remaining room cannot be sold, otherwise Su Mingcheng and his wife will have no place to live when they return home. The third floor is the attic. Although the room is large, there is only one room because Su Mingzhe has sold it long ago when he went to study abroad.

Zhao Meilan likes her eldest son very much, but compared to her younger son Su Mingcheng, his achievements are far behind, and his eldest son is not planning to return to China, so he will definitely have to rely on his second son to support him in the future, so she asked her to sell Su Mingcheng's house so that her eldest son can buy a house in the United States.

, that is impossible, she is not confused, she is like a bright mirror in her heart, she can see clearly.

Su Mingzhe didn't have so many twists and turns in his heart. He was more or less aware of the situation at home. When he bought the house, he had no intention of opening the door to his parents. Moreover, given his temperament, he was too embarrassed to open the door.

Facing his mother's question, Su Mingzhe smiled, his face full of pride.

"It's not much, just over half a million US dollars. The price is not expensive in San Francisco. It's an ordinary price."

Zhao Meilan did a quick calculation in her mind. If converted into RMB, it wouldn't be more than 3 million yuan. However, when she thought about it, the current house price in Gusu City was almost 10,000 square meters. The total of the house must be more than 300 square meters, which is not the case.

Too expensive.

When Su Daqiang heard the price, he staggered with fright. The house his family bought for Su Mingcheng was only over 800,000 yuan, but here it has quadrupled. The key is that the family didn't pay a penny.

'This Mingzhe is really rich. Living in such a good house is not bad, not bad. I will have to brag about it to those old haters when I return to China.'

Su Daqiang is still brooding over the fact that his 'old friends' failed to recognize the coat he was wearing.

'Hey, I have to ask Mingzhe to take some photos of me later, otherwise what will I do if they don't believe me.'

"Dad, Mom, there are empty rooms on the first and second floors. You can choose wherever you want to live. I'll show you first."

"Oh, by the way, and I came back a little late today. Let's eat out later in the evening. There's no fire at home."

Zhao Meilan and Su Daqiang had just arrived here. The elderly people have relatively conservative ideas and accepted so many new things at once. It was a time when they were at a loss. Naturally, Su Mingzhe said what they said.

After shopping around, Zhao Meilan finally decided to live on the first floor. Su Mingyu was careful. When cleaning the guest rooms, she took into account the inconvenience of the elderly's legs and feet, so she packed two guest rooms, one on the first floor and one on the second floor.

One room.

After experiencing the initial excitement and regaining consciousness, Zhao Meilan and Su Daqiang suddenly became depressed and yawned non-stop. Considering their age, Su Mingzhe decided to let them rest for a while before going out.

"Dad, Mom, why don't you take a nap for a while and then we go out to eat?"

Although they were traveling in business class this time and the space was a bit larger, Zhao Meilan and Su Daqiang had been living in China for a long time, and their biological clocks had long been accustomed to domestic work and rest habits. After all, it was still a little uncomfortable to suddenly come to the United States.

Zhao Meilan drooped her eyelids and nodded tiredly: "Okay, this day is quite strange. We have been on a plane for more than ten hours, but it's still daytime when we get here."

Su Mingzhe laughed and didn't explain anymore. He had already explained it on the way, but his parents' education level was not high. Even after explaining it several times, they still had a vague understanding, so he simply didn't explain it anymore. After two days,

Tian Erlao will naturally adapt to it.

While his parents were resting, Su Mingzhe suppressed his sleepiness and asked Wu Fei about Su Mingyu's situation. Wu Fei told him everything about the past few days. Su Mingzhe listened very seriously and interrupted Wu Fei from time to time.

, consulted in detail about the situation at that time, until finally learning that Su Mingyu left before and after, a trace of disappointment flashed across his face.

But this time he didn't say anything more, "I'm so disappointed." Under Li Jie's guidance, he also knew that the root of the problem was not Su Mingyu. His mother treated his little sister so harshly, and it was understandable that she behaved the way she did now.

After chatting for a while, Su Mingzhe's suppressed sleepiness came up again. It happened that Wu Fei was also a little sleepy (it is easy to get sleepy during pregnancy), so Su Mingzhe helped his wife go upstairs together, preparing to take a nap.

Zhao Meilan was lying on the soft big bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Although she was indeed mentally exhausted, her body was accustomed to the domestic routine. She glanced at Su Daqiang, who was sleeping soundly, and suddenly became angry.

After being dazed on the bed for a while, Zhao Meilan sat up suddenly and walked back and forth in the house wearing slippers. She planned to go to bed when she was tired, so she walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator as a habit.

After taking a look, I found that there were some scattered ingredients inside, and then I glanced at the stove, which was fully stocked with seasonings and cooking utensils.

She walked to the stairs again and listened carefully to the noise upstairs. She guessed that the young couple were still sleeping. Zhao Meilan thought that she was idle, so she simply cooked the meal herself. All the appliances in the kitchen were in English.

Although she doesn’t quite understand it, with her many years of experience in cooking, she should be able to use it after a few tinkerings.

Zhao Meilan always acted vigorously and resolutely. Now that she had decided, she walked to the room to wake up Su Daqiang.

"Get up and cook with me!"

Su Daqiang sleepily rubbed his eyes and saw Zhao Meilan's face. Although he felt resentful for being woken up for no reason, he did not dare to show it at all on his face. He put on his clothes obediently and got up, following Zhao Meilan secretly.

Sigh, this old woman is really very troublesome.

…………

Zhila! Zhila!

As the dishes were put into the frying pan, bursts of oil smoke rose from the kitchen, and then became increasingly thicker. The smoke alarm installed on the roof immediately sounded a piercing alarm.

Dip! Dip! Dip! Dip!


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