Peninsula: 72 Hours of Blind Dates

Wu Haiyuan nodded and said, "It really is mine. I bought it with a friend the year before last. Back then, the retro Y2K style was very popular."

Han Xijun asked in confusion, "Y2K?"

He couldn't understand.

Wu Haiyuan explained, "It's the millennial style, the most popular fashion style in the 2000s."

Han Xijun nodded, understanding what was being said, but he truly didn't understand the fashion style of the 2000s.

At that time, neither he nor Wu Haiyuan had been born yet. How did Wu Haiyuan know all this?

Magic.

Wu Haiyuan said, "There are things you don't know either."

Wu Haiyuan also agreed with this.

I am absolutely certain that Han Xijun knows absolutely nothing about anything outside of studying.

Suddenly remembering something, Wu Haiyuan asked, "How did you learn to cook?"

Han Xijun shrugged and said, "Didn't I tell you? If you don't know how, watch a tutorial. There are lots of cooking videos on YouTube now. They're very simple; it's just using the same ingredients in different proportions." "What about cooking rice?"

"Do you think I'm someone who can't even use a rice cooker?"

"When did you learn to use a rice cooker?"

"Five hundred yuan. I started living independently in college. I didn't live in a dormitory; I rented a place near the school and cooked for myself. What are you thinking?"

Wu Haiyuan said seriously, "I'm telling you, genius, doing anything other than studying is a waste of time. Are you really going to support yourself?"

Han Hee-joon changed the subject, asking, "Have you had breakfast?"

Wu Haiyuan was immediately led by Han Xijun, who said, "Mom even asked me to invite you over for breakfast. I told her you definitely wanted to have breakfast at home. You didn't see how excited and nervous Mom was, even more so than me."

"So your aunt didn't say anything when you wore this outfit?"

"I already told you, you said I'm crazy."

Han Xijun nodded gently.

Wu Haiyuan caught this action and asked, "You also think I'm crazy?"

Han Xijun quickly denied it: "How could that be? I think you're cute, the cutest in the whole world. It's just that when you walk with me like this, ugh..." Wu Haiyuan retorted: "I noticed a long time ago that your outfit is outdated."

"I?"

"Hmm, yesterday's shirt and suit were fine, but your usual work clothes, and this polo shirt you're wearing today, although it looks casual with jeans, but..."

"My mom bought me this polo shirt yesterday."

Wu Haiyuan slammed on the brakes, paused, and said, "But it's still more mature than a T-shirt. However, you are suited to a mature style of dressing, and you are a very mature person yourself. Yes, that's it."

Han Xijun laughed out loud.

Wu Haiyuan muttered, "I didn't say anything, don't talk nonsense to your aunt."

Enter the navigation address.

Seeing that the address led to the Fuping Underground Shopping Street, Wu Haiyuan quickly stopped him and asked, "What are you doing?"

Han Xijun calmly replied, "Navigate to the mall, to buy a gift."

"So why did you navigate to the Fuping Underground Shopping Street?"

"This is Incheon's biggest shopping street, with lots of shops. My mom and I always shop here." "When?"

"What happened in junior high?"

Wu Haiyuan shook his head as he deleted the navigation address, re-entered a new address, and pointed to the navigation route on the monitor, saying, "Now everyone go here."

"square1 shopping mall?"

"Um"

"What kind of place is this?"

"A large-scale integrated shopping mall."

With a long sigh of relief, Wu Haiyuan fastened his seatbelt, his mind filled with thoughts of "What should I do with Han Xijun? He doesn't care about anything related to his life, including his clothes. I'll have to help him from now on."

What era are we living in? It's not that traditional commercial streets were bad.

Many brands now only sell their products in large shopping malls.

It's not about buying ordinary things like wild vegetables, medicinal herbs, and seasonings; it's about buying gifts.

Wu Haiyuan felt like Han Xijun wanted to take him to a shop in the shopping street, point to the clothes hanging on the wall, and have the shopkeeper use a fork to cut them down to look at them. Wu Haiyuan didn't dare to imagine it any further.

If you give this away, your image will be completely ruined. You'll be seen as someone who disrespects elders, which is equivalent to not caring about, valuing, or being indifferent to this relationship.

I almost got "tricked" by Han Xijun.

He himself was quite something. When he came to our house yesterday, he considered that the gifts he gave his father, who was a judge, should not exceed 50,000 yuan. In addition, he also prepared expensive Moutai liquor, skin care products, and samples, all of which could be explained away flexibly.

Nam-dong, SL Apartment.

Han Xijun's father, sitting on the balcony reading a book, raised his legs and said helplessly, "I know."

Han Xijun's mother stood beside him, holding a mop.

She didn't mean to mop the floor; Chun Chun just wanted Han Xi Jun's father to talk to her.

He shook his head and said, "I don't think you know."

Han Xijun's father put down his book, opened his hand, and said, "You've been nagging me since yesterday."

"nagging?"

"It keeps reminding me that when Hee-joon brings his girlfriend home, I should greet her warmly and initiate conversation with her." "How should I do that?"

"It's just chatting, we can't let Hee-joon's girlfriend feel that the atmosphere is dull."

"What are you going to talk about?"

We can talk about anything.

Han Xijun's mother said, "You're wrong. First of all, you need to keep smiling and leave Wu Haiyuan with the impression that you are easy to communicate with and get along with. Don't be like usual, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time."

Han Xijun's father retorted, "When did I do that? I was lecturing to my students..."

"Stop. When you're lecturing to students, you talk a lot, that's your job, something you enjoy doing. But the rest of the time, I say ten sentences and you say ten words. Hee-joon inherited this from you, otherwise why would I worry about his social life, his personal relationships, and his future?"

Han Xijun's father stood up abruptly, looked down at his wife, and said, "Jin Yingjing, you didn't say that when you were pursuing me. You said I was more reliable, more down-to-earth, and more responsible than those flashy and unreliable people."

They also said that men should be mature and stable so that they can support their families and do well in their careers.

"Now you're complaining that I don't talk enough? That's not how you are."

"Han Min-seok, are you yelling at me?"

Han Xijun's father was stunned for a moment, and said in a bit of confusion, "When did I yell at you?" "Just now. Sure enough, love can disappear. Never mind, I'm going to the kitchen. You can read your book. I won't bother you anymore."

Han Xijun's father quickly caught up with her, took Han Xijun's mother's hand, and said, "I know, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I'll listen to whatever you say today, I'll do whatever you say, I'll do my best, I promise."

Han Xijun's mother gently shook her head and said, "Whatever you want. I'll just be a good future mother-in-law. Don't interfere with my preparations."

"Honey, really, believe me."

Han Xijun's mother walked toward the kitchen with a smug smile on her face.

mock up.

If they were able to defeat you from among many competitors back then, they can still control you decades later.

I'll start teaching this method to Wu Haiyuan today.

Yes, we must teach them.

This is an essential skill for the future head of the Han family.