Tang Mu stopped teasing her, rubbed her head, and asked the staff: "Is it not done yet?"
"Almost done, Mr. Tang."
"Well, be good and cooperate for a while. Let's go back to the old house to have dinner together in the evening. Grandpa is calling."
Qin Ye was stunned for a moment. He had been with Tang Mu for such a long time, but he still hadn't gotten to know his family members and other situations. Suddenly, he was going to the old house for dinner. Wasn't this meeting his parents?
Suddenly nervous.
I don't know if his family is complicated or not, what kind of people are there in his family, what if his family doesn't like her...
After measuring the size, she quickly went into the bathroom with her phone, opened the web page and started searching:
What should I prepare for meeting my parents for the first time?
Thousands of web pages popped up searching for the answer, and I read through them one by one, carefully making a strategy.
I watched it for two hours.
When she opened the door, she saw Tang Mu leaning against the wall leisurely, looking at her with a half-smile:
"Nervous?"
“…”
This guy is really annoying.
Qin Ye didn't want to talk to him. He glared at him, ran downstairs, and asked Wang Ma to accompany him to buy some gifts. After they were done, it was almost time to go back to the Tang family's old house.
The old house is in a good location, quiet, with few people and a peaceful environment. It is mainly decorated in the Chinese style of the last century. Old man Tang is wearing a Tang suit that has been washed to a white color, leaning on a cane, with a serious expression, and an invisible majesty and indifference that cannot be offended lightly.
The servant brought the slippers.
Qin Ye handed the gift to the servant and followed Tang Mu into the living room. He saw that the old man was a little reserved:
"Hello, Grandpa Tang."
She bent down slightly, her fingers clasped nervously on her palms, feeling extremely anxious.
Tang Mu held her hand, giving her confidence.
Old Master Tang glanced coldly at the two people's clasped hands, and looked at Qin Ye with his distant and calm eyes, looking at him directly without any cover. The sharp eyes made Qin Ye even more nervous.
Afraid that I haven't done something well.
The silence of a few seconds seemed to last forever...
Suddenly, a clear and pleasant voice floated out from the kitchen:
"Grandpa Tang, the food is ready, you can wash your hands and get ready to eat!"
The woman is lively, cute and likable.
Shen Jiaoyang!
Qin Ye was surprised to see her here, but he quickly calmed down and glanced at Tang Mu, who took her hand and led them into the restaurant and sat down.
At the long dining table, Old Master Tang sat at the first seat, Qin Ye and Tang Mu sat side by side. Shen Jiaoyang and the servants were busy serving dishes, looking very hardworking and cheerful, just like the hostess of the house.
Qin Ye saw it all, but remained silent and said nothing.
After the food was served, Shen Jiaoyang took off his apron and sat down, smiling as he served food to Mr. Tang:
"Grandpa Tang, try the braised lion's head that I made. Brother Mu, you should try it too."
When the chopsticks reached out, Tang Mu moved the bowl and avoided it calmly.
Shen Jiaoyang raised his hand in the air.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle.
Old Master Tang didn't say anything. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating. The meal was very quiet. There was not much conversation throughout the whole process. Only the servants came over from time to time to add tea and water.
Tang Mu took extra care of Qin Ye, peeling shrimps for her, picking vegetables and picking out fish bones for her, and handing her tissues.
Qin Ye felt that this was a bit inappropriate, and he shouldn't do this in formal occasions. He used his eyes to convey information to him, but when Tang Mu was pampering him, he would do it regardless of the occasion:
"Eat more. Is it too salty? Another piece of fish? If you don't have an appetite, eat less. Let's go home for a midnight snack."
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