The scumbag of fast wear Cong Liangji

Chapter 903 No.18 Letter (10)

Jun Yan racked her brains and came up with a hundred reasons to persuade Jiang Dongye to go to her house for a meal, and cultivate her relationship by the way.

"Your injury hasn't healed yet, the doctor said that the wound should not get wet. Or"

"No need, I'll take a taxi back!" He touched his pocket and found that there was no cash, so he asked helplessly: "Do you have 100 yuan, lend me it! Pay it back to you tomorrow!"

"No, I don't have that much money with me! It's not far from my house. When I get to my house, I'll take the money for you!"

Without any explanation, he helped the person into the community.

The original owner's mother, Zhu Hua, rented the second floor, and the two arrived there after walking up the stairs for a while.

Junyan turned on the key and entered the house.

There were still steaming hot meals on the table, and my already hungry stomach became even hungrier after smelling the aroma.

"Are you back? Where did you go? You came back so late. Change into your slippers and come in!"

Zhu Hua put down his apron and walked over. "Is this a visitor?"

Jun Yan said: "Mom, help me prepare an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks. He hasn't eaten yet!"

She handed him the slippers. "Put it on first, and leave after eating."

"Alright." Jiang Dongye no longer struggled, took the shoes and put them on. "Thanks!"

"You're welcome, you should. My mother is very hospitable. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell my mother. My mother will understand!"

Being praised by his daughter in front of outsiders, Zhu Hua felt overwhelmed with happiness. "Who is this?"

"Mom, he's my classmate Jiang Dongye, he's a good student! He helps me with my homework. I'm sorry, so I want to stay with him for dinner. When I came here, I fell down on the road and went to the infirmary with him. It's too late to come back!"

Zhu Hua took the schoolbag and blamed him: "You child, can't you call home if there is anything? I can prepare it, and I will cook a few more dishes. You guys eat first!"

"Auntie, don't bother, these are enough."

"You're welcome, Xiao Jiang, help Junyan with her homework. Auntie should thank you. Junyan, help greet the guests. I'll add some more dishes!" Turning around and entering the kitchen.

On the table were the local products that Zhu Hua brought from the countryside, pickled peppers, chicken feet, and sour radishes. Jun Yan rearranged a few dishes of non-spicy dishes and placed them in front of Jiang Dongye. "The doctor told me that if the injury is not healed, you can't eat spicy food. My mother has a strong taste. Please bear with me."

"I'm not a picky eater."

"Having said that, your injury is still important."

Jun Yan took the bowl and chopsticks, and took a few mouthfuls of rice. "You eat, you're welcome."

Jiang Dongye hasn't felt the taste of home for a long time, and like Jun Yan, he has no experience of eating steaming hot meals every day when he comes home.Parents always make an excuse to be busy and let the cook at home serve him.

The chef likes to make a menu according to his taste and repeat several dishes over and over again.They all tasted the same, and there was nothing new except for a better presentation.

He hesitated to pick up a bamboo shoot and put it in his mouth.His tongue tasted the deliciousness of the bamboo shoots, but he didn't taste the heavy taste that Jun Yan said, which seemed quite appropriate to him.Junyan is so lucky to have a mother who can cook.

"I'll finish eating in a while, and I'll take you downstairs. Don't think about refusing, I won't be relieved until I see you get in the car."

Jiang Dongye lowered his head, unable to see clearly what he was thinking, Jun Yan said again: "Jiang Dongye, are you not used to it?"

"It's the first time to eat food made by others."

Doesn't Mother Jiang cook at home?But thinking of the background of Jiang Dongye's family, there should be an exclusive chef cooking for him.Jiang Dongye probably has never eaten home-cooked food. "Excuse me……"

(End of this chapter)