Chapter 43 How can a pheasant be worthy of a phoenix?
"Xiao Lu, if you like it, ask Yi Yi to make you one of these sachets." Jian Zhongliang, who couldn't squeeze in, could only stand at the door.
Jian Qingyi: "..."
Which eye of his saw that other people liked him?
"Is it okay?" Lu Yujing looked at Jian Qingyi.
Jian Qingyi: "..."
Can she say "No?"
Complaining in my heart.
But the words that came out of her mouth were still very beautiful, "As long as the political commissar doesn't mind that the sachets I made are rough."
"I'm all thanks to Jian Yiwei and Second Uncle Jian. How dare I despise them?" Lu Yujing's words were full of niceties.
Jian Zhongliang felt so relieved after hearing this.
"I wonder what the political commissar likes?" Jian Qingyi was too lazy to listen to his polite words and went straight to the point.
"Platycodon." Lu Yujing blurted out.
The corners of Jian Qingyi's mouth twitched.
She thought he would say five stars, auspicious circle, koi fish, cloud pattern, green bamboo or something like that.
But he made a gentian flower.
The nearly 1.9-meter-tall, cold-faced man had a platycodon flower scented bag smaller than a palm in his pocket...
Jian Qingyi got goosebumps just by imagining that scene.
But now that they've spoken...
The old desk was by the window. Jian Qingyi leaned sideways to squeeze past Jian Yiwei, and while pulling the drawer, she used her body to cover the view and took out the needle and thread, scissors and the remaining scraps of cloth from the small island.
The room was too small, and it was fine for her to be alone, but with these two tall men standing here, she found it difficult to even stretch out her hand, let alone embroider.
Finally, everyone went to the living room.
Jian Dashan, Jian Zhongkang and Jian Zhongliang accompanied Lu Yujing to drink tea and chat.
They said they were drinking tea and chatting, but most of the time they were silent.
If the TV speakers hadn't been constantly "blah-blah", there would probably have been a "strange silence".
In the kitchen, Mao Chunqiao, Wang Xiujuan, Li Meiqian and Jian Xiaojing were busy picking vegetables, washing vegetables and cooking.
Jian Qingyi sat quietly at the dining table making sachets like an outsider.
It was as if what happened on both sides had nothing to do with her.
However, Jian Xiaojing, who was busy in the kitchen, would come out from time to time to add tea and water for the people chatting in the living room.
Every time at this time, Jian Dashan would frown.
"Xiao Lu, how old are you?" Perhaps because they had been in contact for a long time, Jian Dashan was not as nervous as before.
"Twenty-three." Lu Yujing sat upright, his eyebrows and eyes motionless.
It seems that he is not very interested.
"Xiao Lu, do you have a partner?" Jian Dashan seemed not to notice Lu Yujing's lack of interest and asked tentatively.
"No!" Lu Yujing's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes pretended to casually glance at the figure beside the dining table.
Jian Zhongliang frowned when he heard this.
What kind of daydreaming is his dad doing?!
Lu Yujing has been able to climb to his current position at such a young age, how could his family background be ordinary?
With Lu Yujing's conditions and looks, not to mention that he is getting married for the first time, even if he is getting married for the second time, it would not be the turn of a family like theirs.
Seeing that Jian Zhongkang was between him and Jian Dashan, he secretly nudged Jian Zhongkang with his elbow, signaling him to stop his father from speaking any further.
Jian Zhongkang understood immediately and secretly tugged at the corner of Jian Dashan's clothes, signaling him to stop talking.
Jian Dashan, who was already in a rage, didn't even remember his son's previous instructions.
He pushed Jian Zhongkang's hand away and looked at Lu Yujing with a smile, looking like the Big Bad Wolf who wanted to coax Little Red Riding Hood to go home.
"Xiao Lu, what conditions are you looking for..."
"Dad, Xiao Lu is both good-looking and capable, so he must find someone with similar looks and family background." Jian Zhongliang interrupted Jian Dashan directly.
While speaking, he also gave his father a look, signaling him to stop talking.
He knew his father loved his eldest granddaughter, and he also loved his eldest niece, but what kind of family background did she have? How could ordinary people like them be worthy of her?!
"Yes! Dad, if you want to be a matchmaker for Xiao Lu, you have to look at the conditions. How can a pheasant from our small county be worthy of Xiao Lu, the golden phoenix." Jian Zhongkang also hurriedly echoed.
If the plan fails, it won't matter if these old guys get embarrassed, but how will Yiwei and Liqiu live in the military region in the future?
Besides...
Are high branches so easy to climb?
Director Wu's daughter-in-law has married into a wealthy family.
From the moment she entered the house, it was her job to make clothes and even underwear for her father-in-law, mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and brother-in-law.
Not to mention the three meals a day and cleaning the house...
Even so, Director Wu's family didn't get a single good word from them.
It’s better not to climb such a high branch!
Lu Yujing frowned slightly.
He hasn't said anything yet!
Although I knew that the Jian family would be resistant to in-laws with good family backgrounds, I still felt inexplicably depressed when I heard it with my own ears.
"Uncle Jian, Second Uncle Jian, you're too serious. What's the big deal about pheasants and phoenixes? Family background or not? As long as two people truly love each other, I don't think family background is important."
"Also..." He glanced at the dining table from the corner of his eye, and said, "My elders also think that mutual affection is more important than family background."
When Jian Dashan heard this, he was so excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
"Xiao Lu, what kind of person are you looking for?"
Mao Chunqiao, who was eavesdropping behind the kitchen door, pricked up her ears, eagerly waiting for Lu Yujing's answer.
Jian Xiaojing, who was sitting at the door picking vegetables, also slowed down her movements.
"Very clever and skillful." Lu Yujing's eyes slowly swept across the dining table.
When Jian Dashan thought of his eldest granddaughter's cooking skills, the smile on his face became even bigger.
It is said that if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach.
As for his eldest granddaughter's cooking skills...
Everyone who has eaten the food she cooks praises it.
Jian Xiaojing at the kitchen door also pursed her lips, staring at the dish in her hand thoughtfully.
Even Jian Zhongkang and Jian Zhongliang began to hesitate.
As soon as Jian Yiwei returned home to make Lu Yujing's bed, he noticed the weirdness in the atmosphere.
"Yi Yi..." He moved closer to the dining table and called out in a low voice.
Jian Qingyi, who was concentrating on making sachets, looked up at Jian Yiwei, waiting for his next words.
Jian Yiwei didn't say anything, just pointed at the sofa with his eyes.
Jian Qingyi shook her head slightly.
It’s not that she didn’t say it, it’s that she really didn’t pay attention.
While her hands were busy, her mind was also busy, racking her brains to think about her plan to make a fortune, and she didn't listen to what they said at all.
"Yiyi, do you want spicy or non-spicy dried tofu?" Li Meiqian's gentle voice came from the kitchen.
"It's spicy, add more green peppers." Jian Qingyi didn't hesitate at all.
Although she is physically disabled, she is not mentally disabled.
"Do you want to add some snow vegetables and stir-fry them together?" Li Meiqian asked again.
"No!" Jian Qingyi couldn't get used to the taste of snow vegetables.
"Why are you asking her? She's 17 years old and can't do anything except eat." Mao Chunqiao's muttering voice came out.
The sound was not loud, but it was loud enough for everyone in the living room to hear clearly.
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