The next morning, Zhu Qianying brought some pastries made by her mother to visit the Yan family. It wasn't that she was too lazy to prepare a gift, but rather that the eldest young master of the Yan family had called her mother the day before to say that the pastries and soup were delicious!
Over the years, her mother had worked tirelessly for the Zhu family, only to be met with ridicule, veiled insults, and exclusion. Now that someone genuinely appreciated her skills, she was overjoyed and got up early to make various kinds of pastries. Zhu Qianying couldn't dissuade her, and in the end, she simply took the pastries as gifts to visit them.
Anyway, she had a lot of confidence in her mother's cooking skills. Even in a five-star hotel, you might not be able to find pastries of her mother's caliber.
Sure enough, Madam Yan and Mr. Yan praised the pastries made by Chen Jing. After Zhu Qianying entered the house, the two elders pulled her to the terrace to drink tea, eat pastries, and chat. When it was time for lunch, Madam Yan patted her bulging belly and said that lunch was skipped.
Mr. Yan's situation was similar to his wife's. Only Zhu Qianying, probably because she often ate the snacks her mother made, ate quite moderately. In the end, only she and Mr. Yan ate lunch. The two old people held hands and said they were going to take a walk outside the garden to digest their food.
Having been ignored by his parents all morning, Yan Shao glanced at Zhu Qianying with dissatisfaction.
"You've only met my parents three times, right? How come they see you like they're seeing their long-lost daughter, but when they see me, it's like they're seeing an enemy?"
Zhu Qianying stared at him intently. "Oh, right? Were you switched at birth at the hospital?"
Before Yan Shao could say anything, Zhu Qianying, after carefully examining him for a few moments, said again, "Impossible! You're so old! How could you have been switched at birth?"
This was the first time Young Master Yan had been told he looked old, and his handsome face was a little embarrassed.
You should know that, in other people's eyes, he has always been a representative of young and promising talents.
He thought the word "old" should be used for his father's and mother's generation, how could it be used on a handsome man like him?
You think I'm old?
Little did he know that to young girls in their teens and twenties, a man approaching thirty was considered an "uncle"!
People say there's a generation gap every three years, but with me, it's almost three generations. Don't you think we're getting old?
Zhu Qianying is becoming increasingly casual in her conversations with Young Master Yan, but she is completely unaware of it.
Her casualness was an attitude that was revealed unintentionally. Even someone as fastidious and rule-abiding as Young Master Yan didn't seem to notice this change, let alone her.
Yan Shao shot Zhu Qianying a sharp look. "So, you prefer the 'punk' style?"
Zhu Qianying considers herself to have a good sense of trends, but she really doesn't like the "Shamate" style.
"Forget it, Uncle Yan, your type is more pleasing to the eye!"
Young Master Yan, who was called "Uncle," was almost furious. Even after lunch, when he met with the two elders to discuss the wedding, Young Master Yan was still fuming.
"Xiaohan, tell me first, how do you plan to hold the wedding?"
Young Master Yan nestled in his private sofa, engrossed in his iPad, not even lifting his eyelids, and lazily replied to his mother.
"Don't ask me about this, ask little Zhu!"
Madam Yan hadn't seen her son act so strangely in a long time. She turned to look at Zhu Qianying, who winked at her playfully. "Auntie, Young Master Yan just found out I'm twenty, and he's feeling a bit resentful!"
Upon hearing this, Madam Yan showed no sympathy whatsoever, and nodded with a smile, "Yes, your uncle and I also think that Xiao Han got a great deal. It's clearly an old cow eating young grass!"
Zhu Qianying bit her lip to suppress her laughter, her eyes crinkling with laughter as she secretly glanced at the man nestled on the sofa.
Yan Shao's face turned even uglier after his mother kicked him while he was down!
"Tong Xiaohuai, I am your son!"
Tong Xiaohuai smiled with such elegance and grace, not even glancing at him. She shifted her position closer to Zhu Qianying and pulled the little girl into her arms.
"You like it or not! If not, even better, I'll just adopt Ying'er as my goddaughter! It'll save you a lot of trouble!"
Feeling ignored by his mother, Yan Shao glared at his father and said, "Chairman Yan, look at your wife! She's willing to abandon her husband and children for some young girl. Aren't you going to do something about it?"
Yan Bo smiled and looked at his wife, who was smiling contentedly. He spread his hands helplessly and said, "Son, I'm just as pitiful as you. Your mother has been talking about Ying'er and Ying'er every day lately. If I were to get all this jealousy out of her, I could flood L City!"
After the four of them had finished laughing and joking, Madam Yan asked Uncle Hai to bring her computer, turn it on, and project the image onto the large screen in front of her.
"Ying'er, your uncle and I have selected ten hotels of different styles. You and Xiaohan can take a look and see where you prefer to book."
Zhu Qianying looked up at the ten different images on the big screen and felt dizzy. She thought to herself, "Whatever."
Before she could even speak, Yan Shao said, "Mom, as long as you like it!"
Zhu Qianying quickly chimed in, "That's right, Auntie, whatever you think is suitable is fine!"
In fact, Zhu Qianying and Yan Shao were expressing the same meaning, but to Old Madam Yan, it meant something completely different.
Madam Yan glared at her son and said, "What do you mean, 'as long as we like it'? This is your wedding with Ying'er, a once-in-a-lifetime event. Of course, we have to choose what you both like!"
Yan Shao was dissatisfied and glared at his mother, "Tong Xiaohuai, she has no objections either, just like me!"
"Ying'er told us to choose what's suitable, but you're telling us to choose what we like! They're completely different, aren't they?" It seemed that Old Madam Yan was also at odds with her son!
Yan Shao leaned back heavily and said lazily, "She and I clearly have the same idea!"
Actually, it doesn't really matter where you hold it, right? It's just a wedding!
Madam Yan, however, felt differently!
Moreover, she felt that the groom should be more proactive and enthusiastic about the wedding, but her son's attitude and words made it seem like he didn't care about the wedding at all and was indifferent to it!
As for Zhu Qianying, she was actually in a passive position regarding the wedding, so it was normal that she couldn't offer many opinions.
Seeing that the mother and son seemed about to start arguing, Zhu Qianying quickly tried to smooth things over.
“Auntie, Yan Shao and I think we have similar ideas. Yan Shao is busy with work and probably doesn't pay much attention to these kinds of things. As for me, I'm still young and haven't attended many weddings, so you're probably clueless when you suddenly ask for our opinions. You and Uncle attend these kinds of events more often, so why don't you take a look at all the factors and pick out two or three of the most suitable places first, and then Yan Shao and I will choose the final wedding venue from among them? Wouldn't that be better?”
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