We had three large tables for dinner in the evening.

At this time, Song Fuyu was rejecting Yan Ziyuan's idea of ​​asking her to go to the man's table and sit next to him.

He simply pulled out the chairs next to his two sisters-in-law and sat down.

"Xiao Yu, I specially reserved a seat for you."

"No, it's the same if I sit here."

"You guys are all men over there, and I don't drink, so why would I sit over there?"

"Little brother, please take a seat quickly. Xiaoyu is fine sitting here. Can we eat her?"

"Okay then, Xiaoyu, don't be polite, just pick up whatever you like."

"Sister-in-law, please help me take care of her a little more. She likes to eat vegetables with meat, and doesn't like to eat meat directly. Please help her pick some meat to eat."

"......"

Song Fuyu looked at him speechlessly. Was it necessary to explain it so clearly? She was not a child. Besides, she was already an adult. Shouldn't she have some dignity?

"Okay, we will definitely give Xiaoyu some meat to eat and make sure she won't go hungry. Come over and sit down."

The two sisters-in-law couldn't help laughing when they heard what he said.

I didn't expect that this guy usually looks so aloof, but after dating someone, he becomes a different person, so considerate and seems more humane.

During the meal, Yan Zilan kept glancing at her, but Song Fuyu completely ignored her and didn't even glance at her.

Maybe someone had said something to her, so she didn't say anything unpleasant during the meal and just ate in silence.

"Xiao Yu, are you used to the food?"

Mother Yan used the serving chopsticks on the table to pick up a piece of braised pork for her and asked with a smile.

"I'm used to it. It's delicious."

"It should be quite different from your place, right?"

"There is indeed a little difference. We prefer to use more chili peppers, and the taste is stronger. But both places have their own merits, and the taste is good."

"That's fine. The auntie who cooks is from Beijing. She's not very good at cooking southern dishes. I'm worried that you won't be able to get used to it."

"No, Auntie's cooking skills are good."

"Then you have to eat more."

"Okay, Auntie, you don't need to call me, just eat by yourself."

Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, Song Fuyu forced himself to eat all the meat that Yan's mother and his two sisters-in-law had picked for him.

She didn't like visiting anyone's house since she was a child, and she didn't like being served food. She was too embarrassed to refuse directly and said she didn't want to eat it, but she was too embarrassed to leave it when the other person put it in his bowl.

But one good thing about eating at the Yan family is that they would use public chopsticks to pick up food for her instead of using their own chopsticks, which made her feel a lot more comfortable.

Seeing that she was almost done with the food in her bowl, Jia Min quickly asked, "Do you want another bowl of rice?"

"Ah, no, no, thank you, sister-in-law. I'm almost done eating."

Song Fuyu felt that the food he had just eaten had reached his throat, and he even felt like vomiting. If he ate another bowl, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

She really wanted a bottle of fat house happy water to suppress the nausea that was gradually coming up.

After dinner, Yan's mother refused to let her help clean up the dishes. She took the bowl from her hand and asked her to sit in the living room.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Grandpa Yan was preparing to make some tea. When he saw Song Fuyu, he raised his hand and called her over.

"Xiao Yu girl, would you like some tea?"

"Grandpa Yan, I won't drink anymore. You drink it. I ate a lot just now, so I can't drink much."

"How much can a little girl like you eat? I haven't even seen you add more rice."

"Sit down and have a cup of tea with grandpa. This tea was bought and sent to me by Ziyuan's eldest brother when he was on a mission. I've only drunk it once."

Grandpa Yan placed all his tea-making tools on the small coffee table. Although there were no Kung Fu tea sets like in later times, the teacups and teapots were quite exquisite, indicating that he must be a tea lover.

Among her previous clients, there were older men. In order to give them something to talk about when drinking tea, she even hired a teacher to learn tea art.

"Grandpa Yan, how about I make tea for you?"

"You can?"

"I know a little bit, but I can't say I'm very good at it."

"Wouldn't it be adding tea leaves to the teacup and then pouring hot water in it?"

Grandpa Yan confirmed it again with concern. If that was the case, then don't waste his tea.

"Haha, you don't have to be so perfunctory."

Grandpa Yan was immediately interested. This was the first person who offered to make tea for him. He immediately gave his seat to Song Fuyu and let her do it.

Not to mention the younger generation at home, even Yan Ziyuan's father didn't like to drink tea with him.

They all agreed that drinking tea is just adding tea leaves to a cup and pouring hot water over it. Why do we need to go through so many procedures? It's so troublesome, and the taste is almost the same in the end.

Song Fuyu did not sit on the sofa, but squatted beside the small coffee table.

I took the thermos next to me and poured some water into the tank containing waste water to feel the water temperature.

This was her first time using an old-fashioned thermos to make tea. It was a bit strange and novel, but the difficulty of operation increased dramatically.

When the temperature is right, start washing the teapot and teacups to increase the temperature of the tea set.

Then, put the appropriate amount of tea leaves in the small iron can into the teapot and pour in hot water. After a while, pour the tea soup into the waste water tank to complete the work of washing the tea.

Grandpa Yan watched her actions and knew that this little girl knew a thing or two and was clearly being modest.

He remained calm and continued to admire her technique in making tea.

After washing the tea, pour hot water into the teapot again and cover the lid. Wait for fifteen seconds, then pour seven-tenths of tea into the teacup, and the two cups of tea will appear in front of Grandpa Yu Yan.

"Grandpa Yan, please taste it."

"Haha, great! I didn't expect you to be so capable."

Yan Shun happily took the teacup, "You made it yourself, why don't you have a cup for yourself?"

Unable to refuse the kind invitation, Song Fuyu poured himself a small cup as well.

"Xiao Yu, pour me some too. I want to try it too."

Just now, Yan Ziyuan had been watching Song Fuyu making tea carefully from a distance, admiring her graceful movements. At that moment, a word suddenly popped up in his mind: orchid in the valley.

He felt that Xiaoyu could always bring him surprises, as if she were a mystery that needed to be explored patiently.

But it was meaningless for Yan Ziyuan to explore where she learned these skills.

"What do you know, kid? Don't waste my tea."

"Look at the way you drink like a cow, let alone my small pot, even if I make you a teacup it won't be enough for you to drink."

"Grandpa, that was in the past."

"Before you retired, you drank tea the same way as me. This is the way my ancestors drank it."

"This is the tea my girlfriend made. What's wrong with me asking for a cup? If you don't agree, I won't let her make tea for you anymore."

"Hmph! Girl, give him a drink. I want to see what he can come up with."

Song Fuyu didn't expect that the relationship between the grandparents and grandchildren would be like this, and he poured a cup of tea for Yan Ziyuan with a smile.

"Try it and see what you can taste."

Under the gaze of his grandfather, Yan Ziyuan picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

After thinking about it for a while, I finally summed it up in two words: "Delicious!"

"......"

Grandpa Yan was speechless, and Song Fuyu chuckled.

I really can't expect anything from him...