Chapter 134: Tears of Delicious Food Accidentally Burst Out

The second generation of the Wang family is usually a bully in the village, but he is not at all confused when faced with real big things.

She wiped the water off her hands on her apron, took out a palm-sized notebook and ballpoint pen from her pocket, sat down at the round table and began to write a letter to her family: "You want to take advantage of me, but you don't even go out and ask me what Wang Zonghao's reputation is."

I hold the ballpoint pen, but I don't know what to write.

"Forget it! Sister, go back and tell my parents that I don't agree to buy a pig for the Chen family."

"Okay." Wang Ziru agreed happily.

"Why is there so much trouble in getting married? Even if the Chen family is greedy, I am not someone who can be easily messed with." Wang Zonghao pressed the tip of the ballpoint pen again in annoyance, put away the ballpoint pen and notebook, got up and walked into the kitchen to continue cooking.

That evening, at Han’s house.

Han Dixing took the family jeep back to the Han family's home. When he got off the car, he saw his grandmother already standing in the yard admiring the flowers and plants.

"Grandma! I'm back."

Mrs. Han, holding a water bottle in her hand, turned around to look at her grandson and said with a smile, "The meal is ready. Your parents are quite punctual today and got home a little earlier than you."

"Um."

Han Dixing had a gratified smile on his face, holding the handbag in one hand and holding the net bag in front of him with the other.

Normally when I get home from get off work, I always carry a black handbag with the words "Shili Yangchang" printed on it. Today when I got home from get off work, I had an extra net bag on my chest.

Mrs. Han glanced at her grandson and quickly turned around. When she saw her grandson holding the net bag, she opened her eyelids and asked, "What did you buy?"

As the old saying goes, old people are still young.

The old lady quickly put down the water bottle in her hand and walked over. She bent over and took a closer look. The net bag did not contain anything new, but two old lunch boxes.

The Han family has two sons who are in the army. The old lady recognized at a glance that the lunch box in the net bag was something that had been used in the army.

The aluminum lunch box has a bumpy surface, and the original military green paint has long been worn out.

Needless to say, this is a product that has been used in countless field battles. When soldiers are fighting in the field, they usually use this aluminum military lunch box to cook food directly over the fire.

"Where did it come from?" After searching for a while, the old lady pinched the lunch box with her fingers more curiously.

Quite heavy.

Han Dixing walked towards the door of the small western-style building while holding his breasts, and chuckled, "Even if I ask you to guess, you can't guess it."

"You little rascal! When grandma asked you who gave you this, you kept lying." The old lady hit her grandson angrily.

As you walk into the small western-style building, you can smell the aroma of food.

Han Di went straight to the kitchen, entered the kitchen, and saw the nanny Aunt Qing, "Aunt Qing, are you ready for dinner now?"

Nanny Chen was busy as she held a bowl of soup in her hands. She nodded with a smile, "Yes, what are you holding in your hands? Is it food?"

In a wealthy family like the Korean family, it is rare to see old lunch boxes being used to this extent.

Sister Chen was stunned for a moment.

"What's in here is spicy chicken nuggets. My friend made it and sent it to me at the bank..." Han Dixing's voice was clear and anyone who heard it knew that he was in a very good mood at the moment.

Take the lunch box out of the net bag, open the cupboard, take out two clean porcelain plates, and pour the lunch box filled with fragrant chicken nuggets into the porcelain plates.

Then put the bag of popcorn on a clean porcelain plate.

I walked briskly to the dining room and was arranging the food on the table when President Han and his wife came downstairs to have dinner.

The couple was walking and chatting about things in the hospital. They walked into the dining room one after the other and were somewhat surprised to find their son standing by the dining table helping to set the dishes.

Dean Han walked straight to his old seat, pulled out a chair and sat down. "Han Dixing, you have become more diligent."

As soon as she finished speaking, his mother also sat on the chair and glanced at the dishes on the table. Her eyes suddenly lit up, "What is this? Sister Chen made a dish that we have never eaten before."

Sister Chen took out the chopsticks and distributed them to everyone. She also saw three dishes on the table that were not prepared by her.

Her heart skipped a beat immediately. Could it be that the Han family didn’t like the food she cooked?

Thinking that Han Dixing was tired of her cooking, she went to the county's state-owned hotel after get off work to fry a few dishes and brought them home. Sister Chen asked in surprise, "Dixing, did you fry the dishes at the hotel?"

"No, the brat said that a friend of his made it at home and sent it to the bank specifically for him."

Old Mrs. Han said with a smile as she walked in from the living room and sat down.

There is always a lack of exotic dishes on Korean tables, but this is the first time that chicken nuggets with a lot of seasonings have appeared.

"Mom, this chicken is a bit spicy, so don't eat it." Dean Han was in a good mood. He picked up the chopsticks and reached over to pick up a piece of the already cold chicken. He took a look and took a quick bite...

"How is it? Not spicy, right? It doesn't look spicy to me," without waiting for Nai to stretch out her chopsticks, Han Dixing sat next to Nai and obediently pressed a piece of meaty chicken into Nai's rice bowl.

"You eat it too, but tell me, which of your friends is such a good cook."

Han Dixing had already seen the cooking skills of Wang Ziru and her brother, so he naturally knew that the spicy chicken nuggets made by Wang Ziru tasted amazing.

Especially the cold chicken nuggets, which have a spicy taste.

All of a sudden, the eyes of the people sitting around the round table lit up, and their mouths began to drool without any defense. The fragrant taste gushed out in their mouths, and they were addicted and couldn't stop.

"You little brat! Why didn't you bring it back at noon? I'm going to eat two bowls of rice tonight, you evildoer." Old Mrs. Han couldn't stop eating and tears came out of her eyes accidentally, but she still had time to blame the little brat beside her.

Dean Han reached out and dragged the half-full plate of chicken nuggets from his son's front to himself. "Which friend of yours gave this to you? Why didn't he give you such delicious chicken nuggets before?"

"It must be a female colleague from the bank." Han Dixing's mother said with a smile.

As parents, they knew their son's circle of friends very well. Without asking, they knew that it must be the female bank employee who wanted to curry favor with Han Dixing.

Han Dixing held a bowl of steaming rice and ate it with spicy chicken nuggets, enjoying it with relish.

When Sister Chen came out with a bowl of rice, she saw the Han family eating the spicy chicken that Han Dixing had brought back, while no one even touched the dishes she had cooked.

She was in a very complicated mood. She walked over and sat down next to Han Dixing's mother and asked, "Which friend gave it to you? It looks delicious. I want to try it too."

Sister Chen used her chopsticks to search for chicken nuggets in the porcelain plate and found a piece of dry-fried chicken.

After taking a bite, I was immediately refreshed, "It's really delicious."

The aroma of chicken permeates the rapeseed oil, and it is firm in the mouth. The bone-in chicken nuggets still have a bit of unruly chewiness. Even the red oil and dried chili in the porcelain plate are fragrant, and it is perfect to go with rice.

The meal is half over.

Dean Han finally had time to ask his son, "Which friend of yours made this? Next time, ask her to come over and teach your Aunt Qing."

Han Dixing smiled without saying anything, then put down his chopsticks, wiped the red oil that had overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and told his family about Wang Ziru coming to the city to give him food.

Dean Han was surprised and asked, "You mean, the chicken nuggets we are eating tonight were made by Miss Wang herself?"

"How could that be? Han Dixing, what on earth are you planning? She's already married to someone else, and you..."

Han Dixing had a warm smile on his face and a gentle look in his eyes. "I went to Yang's house to celebrate his birthday that day and ran into her by chance. Then I heard that her husband was also serving in the army in Yunnan Province and had just returned to visit his family. So I asked her to bring some old books to my second brother."

"Han Dixing, you are too reckless!" Dean Han's face changed. He looked at his son and paused before saying, "Aren't you making things difficult for her?"

"Yeah, you guys deliberately want her to be in trouble after joining the army, and have something to do with your second brother?"

"Mom, you should think like this," Han Dixing poured out his thoughts one by one, "When the Wang family suddenly came to cancel the engagement and said that she would marry someone else immediately, this was a great shock to my second brother. Shouldn't she apologize to my second brother in person and say sorry?"

Dean Han looked embarrassed, thinking that the brat might have messed things up.

"That's not right. You asked her to bring something to the army, but she brought you food instead? This doesn't make sense." Han Dixing's mother reacted and felt that this matter must be complicated. She stared at her son closely.

Han Dixing briefly mentioned that he happened to give a pair of leather shoes to Wang Ziru's son.

But he didn't mention that he also bought a pair of women's leather shoes for Wang Ziru.

The family usually eats quickly, but because of this sudden incident that night, no one had even finished half a bowl of rice.

The phone in the living room rang.

The nanny quickly put down her dishes and got up to answer the phone.

He quickly came back and said, "It's Lao Er. He asked Di Xing to answer the phone."

"Why did my second brother call so early tonight?" Han Dixing was slightly stunned, and his thin figure immediately went to the living room.

I just picked up the phone and said "hello" before I had time to sit down.

Thousands of miles away, his second brother's angry voice came from the other end of the phone line, "Han Dixing! You think you are capable, don't you? Why do you go and provoke others when there is nothing to do? Did I ask you to bring me some crappy book?"

Hearing his second brother's furious voice on the phone, Han Dixing slowly sat down on the sofa and asked with a smile: "Second brother, I'm just helping you vent your anger, don't you understand?"

"Why do I need you to help me vent my anger? Why did you ask someone to bring me something for no reason?"

The two brothers argued back and forth on the phone, and after a quarrel, Han Dixing realized that it was Zou Bu from the county armed forces department who accidentally let the secret slip when he was reporting his work to his second brother as a routine matter.

Look, his second elder brother was very angry and scolded his younger brother over the phone line.

At that time, the Kunqu troops were thousands of miles away.

The office was quiet, with only the sound of Han Suijing's anger.

"What happened that makes you so angry? I can hear it through the door." The office door that was originally ajar was kicked open from the outside without any warning.

Han Suijing was standing at the desk, holding the microphone in one hand and supporting his narrow waist with one hand, and was teaching his younger brother.

When he turned around, he saw that the person coming was that bastard Duan Yanzhi again, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

"Don't be angry, hang up the phone, I have something happy to tell you. My mother asked me to tell you something..." Duan Yanzhi looked like a rough and rude man. He walked in and sat down in front of Han Suijing, then lit a cigarette.