Later, when Luo Shaolan had a miscarriage, Tong Youwei devotedly took care of her during the confinement period, taking care of her daily life. His feelings for Luo Shaolan remained unchanged for decades, and Luo Zhentian's view of his "banana man" son-in-law gradually changed. In recent years, Luo Zhentian even took the initiative to call Tong Youwei, apparently accepting this son-in-law from the bottom of his heart.
However, the old man's prestige was so strong that even when speaking to his son-in-law in a friendly manner, Tong Youwei felt nervous. He had to think carefully before replying, fearing that a wrong answer would anger Old Taishan. The pressure was immense. After years of trial and error, Tong Youwei felt that the only safest way to answer was "Yeah, yeah, yes." The conversations between the father-in-law and son-in-law were like Luo Zhentian's crosstalk performances, and the scenes were so awkward that Luo Zhentian was left in a state of confusion. He rarely called him anymore, and instead told his granddaughter when he had something to say, and she would pass it on.
When Tong Youwei heard that Luo Shaohui was going back to China, he turned around and asked his wife, "Alan, I think we should go back together to see our father-in-law!"
In fact, Luo Shaolan had this idea a long time ago. She didn't go back before because her health didn't allow it. Now, after acupuncture, she feels light and healthy, and has shown signs of improvement. Luo Shaolan's homesickness has been overwhelming since yesterday. There is no reason for her to refuse, so she immediately decided to return to China with the whole family.
After Qingshan and Luo Wenyuan finished cleaning up the kitchen, the whole family sat down around the dining table. Looking at the delicious food on the table, except for Luo Wenyuan, the "full man" who often eats space food, the rest of the people's eyes were green, and they held their knives, forks, spoons and chopsticks in their hands, staring at their favorite dishes, ready to pick them up steadily and accurately and put them into their plates to feast on them.
It was an ordinary family dinner, without any troublesome rules such as toasts. After Tong Youwei said "Let's eat", there was the "clinking ping-pong" sound of metal and porcelain, the sounds of chewing and swallowing, and the muffled voices coming from mouths full of food:
"Good times——"
“Fuck—”
"Mmm—it smells so good—"
"Santi——"
This was Luo Wenyuan's second Chinese family dinner at his second aunt's house, and the scene was even more shocking than the first:
My second uncle thought using a fork was too slow, so he learned it on his own by putting Kung Pao Chicken on white rice and eating it with a spoon. It is said that rice with toppings was invented under this circumstance!
Second Aunt has always been elegant when eating, chewing her food slowly for thirty times before swallowing it. However, she finished the rose cake in just three bites, which was only slightly slower than the hot dog eating contest.
Nana... forget it, this girl is grabbing me left and right, it's too much to bear!
Luo Wenyuan turned his gaze to Luo Shaohui, feeling a surge of emotion:
A decade ago, gnawing on mutton bones became a trend among foodies on Guijie Street in Beijing. Someone, upon learning about it, criticized and despised it, saying, "Men should eat meat and drink with big mouthfuls. What's the point of gnawing on bones? You're not a dog!" I wonder if the bald guy across the street, his mouth dripping with grease, gnawing on a lamb rib with a look of ecstasy, still remembers his boast!
Luo Wenyuan was mentally criticizing Luo Shaohui when someone across from him took a break from his busy schedule, smacked his lips, and exclaimed, "Delicious!"
Luo Wenyuan: ...Hello, Luo Xiaogou!
Qingshan poured Luo Wenyuan a glass of freshly squeezed peach juice, and gently picked up a crab meat dumpling and placed it on his plate. Luo Wenyuan's eyes lit up, and he said "Thank you, wife", then skillfully scooped up the dumpling with a soup spoon, first poked a small hole in the thin skin with chopsticks, sipped the delicious and rich soup in the dumpling, and then ate it in one bite. The sweet and juicy taste of crab roe and crab meat was simply the ultimate taste feast.
Qingshan held up her pink cheeks, looking at Luo Wenyuan's intoxicated face, and felt amused:
You are still making fun of others, don’t you see how useless and stupid you are!
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