When the live broadcast of Kuaichuan is in progress

Chapter 109

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Fan Jin hesitated and fell silent.

Once silent, embarrassment will spread quickly.

Fan Jin finally raised his chopsticks, picked up a piece of pork ribs, put it in his mouth, and tasted it slowly.

Why didn't the wife inherit the culinary skills of her father-in-law?
Thinking about his wife's simple and rough cooking over the years, and tasting his father-in-law's delicious food, Fan Jin suddenly had a thought that he had been eating pig food for the past few decades.

With such good cooking skills, the chefs in Yixiang Building in the county may not be able to compare.

Of course, he's just guessing.

One meal in Yixianglou was worth half a year's expenses of his family. He just smelled the fragrance wafting down from Yixianglou when he passed by Yixianglou.

Lang Jiujiu: I didn't expect the cheap son-in-law to have a very elegant posture when eating. I thought I would see a reckless man who devoured hungrily.

Beicheng Nansheng: Have you forgotten that the anchor once said that the cheap son-in-law has been reading and learning calligraphy since childhood, even if he fails the scientific examination, some things are still deeply engraved in his bones.

While Fan Jin was eating, Sheng Ge also looked at him indistinctly.

The glass bastards in the live broadcast room are right. Fan Jin does have good self-cultivation, whether it is superficial or deep into the marrow, but at least the side he shows is very comfortable to watch.

Fan Jin noticed Sheng Ge's gaze, and couldn't help but tighten his heart. Did his father-in-law come up with some crooked idea to torment him?

Fan Jin, the more frightened he was, the more humble and docile he showed.

After eating the meal tremblingly and drinking the last sip of soup, Fan Jin was as cautious as a child who made a mistake sitting opposite Sheng Ge, not knowing where to put his hands.

"Wash the dishes."

Sheng Ge pointed to the bowls and chopsticks on the stone table, and said lightly.

Do the dishes?

Fan Jin's pupils constricted, he heard something.

As a scholar, how can I wash the dishes.

"Don't you want to?"

"From today on, you and I depend on each other for life, do you want me to serve you?"

"I know that you consider yourself a scholar, and think this is a disgraceful thing, but am I not a scholar?"

"In addition to being a scholar, I am still your elder."

"If you don't want to do the dishes, you can cook and I will do the dishes. It's up to you."

Sheng Ge looked into Fan Jin's eyes and said directly.

Fan Jin was hesitant, he really wanted to stand up and slap the bowl on the ground, and he would not wash it if he had the guts to say a word.

However, he had already imagined what would happen if he really did that.

Maybe the broken bowl is him...

Fan Jin's eyes flickered, and he began to make calculations in his heart.

The rank of the father-in-law is really getting higher and higher, and what he said softly now is irrefutable.

Just wash it, he just washes it.

"My son-in-law doesn't know how to cook, so let's do the dishes."

Fan Jin gritted his teeth, stood up, rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen with a bowl in hand.

Not long after, there was a snap, and the sound of the bowl breaking.

Sheng Ge, who was walking to 99 after a meal, couldn't help frowning.

Even if it really doesn't work, it's not that people over 50 can't do the dishes.

While Sheng Ge was frowning, there were two more crisp sounds, which sounded quite rhythmic.

Hehehe, it’s all over now, what will I use tomorrow...

"Father-in-law, I didn't mean to..."

Under the moonlight, Fan Jin pursed his mouth, and his hands were covered with water droplets, which fell to the ground.

There is grievance and panic in the eyes.

With Fan Jin like this, Sheng Ge couldn't help laughing.

If a young girl made such an expression, I am afraid that countless men will come to her one after another to solve the girl's worries and problems, just to make the girl smile.

It's a pity that Fan Jin is the one who is so pitiful now that the pear blossoms are almost raining.

Sorry, not only could she not feel any pity, but she even wanted to laugh.

"Father-in-law, slippery..."

Fan Jin anxiously explained to Sheng Ge that he was afraid that if there was any delay, he would be broken into pieces in the next second.

Facing Fan Jin like this, Sheng Ge suddenly realized that she couldn't get angry.

A cheap son-in-law like a living treasure, what can she do...

"Clean up."

Shengge said lightly, but didn't pursue it.

She couldn't see lies and falsehoods in Fan Jin's look and eyes, so she believed that he didn't do it on purpose.

Whether to do it or not is a matter of principle as well as a matter of attitude.

There was an omission in the first time, as an elder, she should be merciful.

"what?"

Fan Jin scratched his head blankly, in a daze.

Did he have auditory hallucinations...

What did father-in-law just say?
Who am I, where am I, what did I just hear...

"Why are you still standing there..." Sheng Ge pretended to be indifferent, holding back a smile.

It seems that bringing Fan Jin back has many benefits, at least it can make you feel happy.

If you walk too wavy, your waist will flash: Why is this cheap son-in-law different from what the anchor said at the beginning?Recall the words used by the anchor to sum up the cheap son-in-law: keen on fame, cowardly and insensitive, hypocritical, pedantic and incompetent...

Walking too wavy will flash your waist: I can see the timidity, but why do I feel that the cute ones may be because of my aesthetic problems.

Beicheng Nansheng: I am not alone upstairs, I also think the uncle is cute.

Uncle...

Shengge curled his lips, he was a cheap son-in-law a second ago, but now he is an uncle.

These days, uncle has become a nickname.

Anchor: Maybe you don’t know the word cute.

Speaking of it, Sheng Ge quite understands the fickleness of the glass bastards in the live broadcast room. After all, Fan Jin just now did inadvertently hit the cute spot.

Dazed and silly, but also wronged.

"Thank you, son-in-law, father-in-law."

Fan Jin bowed ninety degrees to Sheng Ge.

Looking at the broken bowl, Sheng Ge felt tired, and it was another unnecessary expense.

No, she has to buy some wooden bowls tomorrow, and Fan Jin's little son-in-law will throw them at will.

"Father-in-law, my son-in-law has cleaned up."

After a while, Fan Jin stood in front of Sheng Ge again, with his hands behind his back.

Shengge, with keen five senses, heard the ticking sound, and sniffed his nose to smell the faint smell of blood.

Well, Shengge, who has sufficient experience, immediately concluded that this is definitely not wolf blood...

"what happened to your hand?"

Reflecting the moonlight, Shengge saw the darkening color on the ground.

"It's okay..."

Fan Jin said without confidence.

He has always felt that reading is the most difficult thing in the world, and the others are not worth mentioning.

However, the simple washing of the dishes just now had another blow to his few self-confidence.

Broken bowls, broken hands...

It seemed that bad luck had happened to him.

For the first time, Fan Jin began to reflect on whether he was really too incompetent.

"I can smell it."

Shengge rolled her eyes, she had roughly guessed what happened.

Don't think about it, Fan Jin's little son-in-law, who is stupid and has no ability to take care of himself, must have picked up the pieces with his poor little hands.

But the fragments were disobedient and cut Fan Jin's little hands.

(End of this chapter)