Although he had known Shen Fangli for several months, this was his first time visiting the Shen family.
Under the guidance of Shen Fangli, he took a simple walk around the living room of the Shen family and looked at the ornaments that Shen Fangli had taken back, as well as Mr. Shen's paintings.
In fact, Mr. Shen is quite willing to spend money on his wife and daughter, and he is not particularly stingy.
It’s just that those who started from scratch are relatively less extravagant than the second and third generations of the rich.
A moment later, the two sat down on the sofa. When Shen Fangli was making tea for him, Yan Xianjue suddenly realized that something seemed wrong.
"That's not right. Didn't your dad promise to treat me to a meal? Where's your dad?"
"Is it possible that you regretted it at the last moment?"
Shen Fangli: “…”
As for the fact that Yan Xianjue had been in the house for a long time and had only just finished a cup of tea when he remembered her father, Shen Fangli no longer wanted to complain.
She looked at Yan Xianjue speechlessly: "Is my dad the kind of person who would run away from the battlefield?!"
"Besides, it's just a dinner date, not a bomb disposal trip!"
Is it necessary to be so vigilant?
Shen Fangli was really speechless. She pointed to the kitchen and said, "My dad said that since it's your first time here, he wants to make a special dish."
Yan Xianjue pondered for a moment, then asked Shen Fangli seriously, "Is your father pointing at me?"
"Hmm?" Shen Fangli couldn't understand his train of thought for a moment.
Then she heard Yan Xianjue add, "For example, he doesn't let you do anything at home, so he won't let you do anything when you come to my house in the future?"
He said hesitantly, "But my family doesn't need girls to cook."
Of course, another reason is that except for his father, everyone in his family cooks worse than the other.
It’s to the extent that even white people’s food can become a world delicacy after eating it.
But he looked in the direction of the kitchen, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Do you think I should go and show off?"
Although it felt inappropriate, the first thought that popped up in Shen Fangli's mind was: "Really? Yan Xianjue, are you serious?"
And: "If someone dies after eating a meal cooked by Yan Xianjue, does the person who agreed to his cooking commit a crime? Is he the principal offender or an accomplice?"
Shen Fangli picked up the small biscuits on the coffee table and stuffed them into Yan Xianjue's hand, letting him eat them with tea while stopping him from wanting to get up.
She looked at him with a look that said, "How could you be so ignorant?" and asked sternly, "Is it finally your turn to secretly kill my dad?"
She seriously guessed: "You are dissatisfied with my dad in some way."
Yan Xianjue was dissatisfied: "This is slander!"
As he said this, he picked up a small biscuit and put it in his mouth: "It seems quite delicious."
Shen Fangli was distracted by him: "I just baked it this afternoon. If you like it, I'll pack some for you when we get home."
Yan Xianjue nodded and didn't refuse. Then when they looked up, they saw Father Shen looking at them with an indescribable expression.
Shen Fangli: “…”
Yan Xianjue: “…”
Father Shen: “…”
Mr. Shen was helpless. He always felt that he was the real fool who had suspected that Yan Xianjue would bully his daughter.
Judging from the way these two kids think, they don't even have the brains to do anything bad.
All the children who are over three years old have to rely on him as their father to give them friendship points.
He reminded gently, "The kitchen door is open. I can hear it."
"Also, if you really have free time, go to the backyard and feed the sheep. It's time for them to eat."
Shen Fangli/Yan Xianjue: "..."
In the backyard, Yan Xianjue was playing with the bleating lamb with some grass. Seeing him bullying the lamb, Chen Fangli took some grass from the other side to feed it.
Yan Xianjue half-sat on the railing and said in a serious tone, "I feel like your father seems to dislike us."
Shen Fangli rolled her eyes: “I agree.”
"And, obviously, I was implicated by you."
Yan Xianjue snorted.
Just now he felt that the tone of Shen's father's words seemed a little familiar, and now he finally remembered it.
Although the Yan family has a small population and few branches, it does not mean that there are none.
Moreover, because Yan's father and Yan Yian are both strong family heads, there are more people who want to please the main branch.
During the Chinese New Year and other holidays, relatives who come to visit always bring some chattering children with them.
His eldest sister used such a gentle tone to ruthlessly send those children away.
Yan Xianjue: “…”
So Mr. Shen is equal to his eldest sister, and he is equal to those chattering children. The equation is established.
After coming to this conclusion, Yan Xianjue turned his head and said, "I think your father hates me."
Shen Fangli: "Does this reasoning process sound familiar?"
Yan Xianjue admitted directly: "Well, I just applied the formula that you are equal to monkey."
Shen Fangli: “…you really dare to admit it.”
Yan Xianjue smiled and stuffed the grass in his hand into the sheep's mouth.
Then he grabbed Shen Fangli's wrist and pulled her into his arms. Just as he was about to speak, his nose suddenly moved.
Suspiciously asked, "Are you sick?"
Shen Fangli was also confused: “No.”
Yan Xianjue half-closed his eyes, lowered his head and sniffed her again.
Shen Fangli pushed him away randomly with her hands and touched her neck: “Are you a dog? It’s so itchy!”
Yan Xianjue: "Tsk, it's obviously Lin Shi who is the dog."
This time he didn't let Shen Fangli divert the topic and brought it up again: "I smell the scent of Chinese medicine."
“You’re talking about this,” Shen Fangli nodded, “I’ve been taking Chinese medicine recently.”
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