When it comes to enjoyment, Fang Zhe is not particularly particular about it. Eating this food just suits his appetite.
It was obvious that Meng Tingzhi did not think so. The two women were busy in the kitchen for a long time.
There were not many dishes on the dinner table, just four. A large bowl of lobster and a large bowl of Ningxia braised mutton were eye-catching enough.
"Yunhao bought all the dishes, and I don't know how to cook them, so I'll just eat them."
Meng Tingzhi obviously didn't mean what he said, and Fang Zhe didn't take it seriously at all.
Before waiting for the wine, he put on the chopsticks first: "It's just right. I can't eat the airplane food. I'm already hungry. I'll try my aunt's cooking first."
Apart from anything else, this mutton has an excellent taste and no smell at all. After eating a piece, Fang Zhe subconsciously picked up another piece and was putting it in his mouth. Yunhao was unhappy: "The wine hasn't been poured yet.
Why did you eat it?"
"You pour yours and I'll eat mine, don't delay." Fang Zhe really thought it was delicious and really enjoyed eating it.
He really didn't bring anything to the outside world and seemed uneducated. If he didn't really regard this as his home, a rich man like Fang Zhe wouldn't be able to show such a casual look. Meng Tingzhi looked at Fang Zhe with a smile on his face, and felt what Fang Zhe was doing in his heart.
Not to mention how satisfied I am, the full score is 95 out of 100. Everyone knows the reason for deducting five points.
"Eat more if you like, don't be in a hurry when drinking." Meng Tingzhi stopped her, and Fang Zhe continued.
After eating four pieces of mutton in a row, when Yunhao put the wine glass in front of him, Fang Zhe took it up with a smile and took a sip: "If you want to drink happily, you still have Erguotou. What is the quality and grade of other wines?
It’s more down-to-earth, and the meaning is much different.”
Yun Hao was happy when he heard this, and said to his wife next to him: "See, this guy is a bitch. He really doesn't like to drink the thirty-year-old Maotai you prepared."
After hearing this, Fang Zhe had something to say: "This Maotai, I don't think it can be included in the category of wine. How to describe it specifically? It has become a symbol, and the connotation of this symbol is still changing.
By the way, you and your wife are earning dead wages and have savings. I recommend you buy a house. If you don’t want to buy a house and have taboos, buy some Moutai shares and save them."
Yunhao smiled and took over the words: "How long should I keep it? I can't keep it forever, right?"
"Save it until your child needs money to get married." Fang Zhe gave this answer decisively.
The couple exchanged glances and did not continue the topic.
The main thing on the wine table was Yunhao's recipe. The three women just ate slowly and chatted in low voices from time to time.
The two men were drinking and talking nonsense.
This meal was just like an ordinary family reunion. Fang Zhe liked the atmosphere very much and it was not restrictive at all.
In this regard, Yun Jue is also very satisfied with the atmosphere deliberately created by her mother.
The uncle tried his best to persuade Fang Zhe to drink, but Fang Zhe didn't give in at all. The result of the competition between the two was that each of them drank one bottle.
Fang Zhe was a little tired, his fighting ability was greatly reduced, and he soon became unsteady.
Yun Jue had been watching, and quickly came over to support him, and asked Yun Hao to take him upstairs with him.
When Yunhao came down alone, Meng Tingzhi smiled and said: "Haozi, thank you."
"If my family doesn't say a few words, let's talk about Fang Zhe. Everything is good. There is only one problem. As for me, alas, I won't say anything."
Meng Tingzhi said calmly: "I have understood it a long time ago. As long as they both can accept it, I won't say anything."
If so, Meng Tingzhi didn't say it out loud. What's wrong with not being married? Even if she is married, there are still very few divorces?
Man, how you live your life is your choice. Meng Tingzhi thinks that her life may not be better than Yun Jue's.
From the beginning when I was worried about Fang Zhe's pursuit of Yunjue, to now I feel a little bit regretful. It's hard to describe the journey.
As a result of drinking too much, I went to bed early. I got up at three o'clock in the morning. I saw that the desk lamp in the room was on. I got up and put on my coat and went to the bathroom. The room was very quiet, and the heating lamp of the water dispenser was on. Look.
Looking at the tea cups and tea leaves on the side, he started to make himself a cup of tea. Instead of going back to bed, he sat in front of the desk in a daze.
In late autumn in the imperial capital, it was quite chilly in the early morning. I didn't sit down for a while, so I got up and put on my pants and jacket.
The tea was warm and I drank it in one gulp. My stomach felt warm and I felt comfortable all over.
He raised his hand to open the computer and went to refill his water. Fang Zhe faced the computer and started processing emails.
I don’t know how long it took, but the door behind me opened. Yun Jue came in and lowered his voice: "Why didn't you call me when you woke up? Are you hungry?"
Fang Zhe turned around, smiled, and shook his head: "I didn't see my daughter. Drinking made things worse."
After saying that, she stood up and came over. The two hugged each other, and Fang Zhe held her hand, which was a little cold.
"Let's lie down on the bed. It's really cold now." Fang Zhe felt hard to describe and didn't know what to say.
Yun Jue hummed, returned to bed, covered herself with quilt, and leaned in: "How long will you stay this time?"
"I still have a month of free time. Now, I can't get enough energy to make money." This is a sincere statement. Fang Zhe really thinks so in his heart. What he wants to do most now is to do chip manufacturing.
Now. I am at the lowest end of the industrial chain, and I am still unable to complete the low-end industrial chain. I feel really uncomfortable in all kinds of ways.
This is like the rice mobile phone later. It seems to be a great brand, but in fact it is still at the bottom of the industry chain. At the bottom, chips, systems, lenses, memory, not to mention design, there are not even foundries.
Put it on the stall.
How to put it, it really is the feeling of having your life in someone's hands. You will know it if you like Zhongxing. As soon as they take action, they will directly give you a paralysis. It is useless for you to give in, they will still chase you to death.
beat.
After the two of them leaned together and chatted for a while, Yun Jue felt sleepy and fell asleep.
Fang Zhe stared at the roof alone, his mind going blank. After a while, he fell asleep and returned to his cage.
When I woke up the next day, Yun Jue was no longer around. When I got up to wash up, Yun Jue came in with her child in her arms.
After a few months, the child officially ate and slept, so Fang Zhe saw a girl sleeping soundly.
How can I put it, just one glance, and I can't express my love for it.
After breakfast, the child woke up and started crying. Yun Jue quickly fed her something to eat, and she immediately became quiet.
After eating, the child did not go to sleep immediately, staring around and looking around.
Fang Zhe quickly picked it up. The child didn't cry or make a fuss. The two of them, one big and one small, just looked at each other.
Within five or six seconds, the child smiled, and Fang Zhe's heart immediately melted, filled with happiness.
Holding the child in her arms, she wandered around the living room like a fly on her brow for a long time. The child fell asleep again. Meng Tingzhi took the child over and said, "Go and do your business. I'm asking for leave today and I won't go to work."
Yun Jue smiled and asked Fang Zhe: "Is there a place you want to go?"