Ye Qingyin swayed, then sat firmly on the sofa without falling down.
My son has been back for two days and spent one night with his girlfriend, but he is already thinking about getting married quickly, throwing all the future and impact out of his mind. He is blinded by lust!
It seems that we really can’t underestimate the influence of this daughter-in-law on our son!
Ye Qingyin raised her eyelids and looked at Jiang Jun for a few times. When she looked away, her face unconsciously showed a bit of sternness.
Jiang Jun knew at once that this was a sign of her anger being directed at him, so he smiled faintly at Chen Yuanwu and said, "Yuanwu, stay here and talk with Aunt Ye. I'll go to the kitchen to make lunch."
In fact, she is better at handling this kind of situation than Chen Yuanwu, but now is not the time for her to take the lead. She should go cook first and fulfill her duties as a daughter-in-law. At the same time, she should wait and see what happens and then lend a hand when the time is right.
Generally, people have a poor appetite when they are angry. As long as you can let the angry person see the food and let him put his mind aside to eat first, there is usually room for easing the situation.
Lunch was particularly easy to make, as it was all ready-made. Jiang Jun didn't need Sister Liu's help. He cut the scallion pancakes he brought back into finger-sized pieces and put them in a bowl, then poured sesame paste on them. He shredded the sauerkraut and cooked soup, added some vermicelli and sprinkled it with chopped scallions, cooked a dish of potatoes and green beans, and also stir-fried some shredded potatoes with vinegar for Ye Qingyin.
Jiang Jun discovered that Ye Qingyin loved delicate things and didn't like to eat large pieces of food simmered in large pots. At this time, what she should do was not to rush to please her, but to follow Ye Qingyin's habits and let Ye Qingyin know that she would not go against her will.
Sister Liu set the table and served the soup. Chen Yuanwu stood up and helped Ye Qingyin over.
Jiang Jun didn't wait for Ye Qingyin to speak, and greeted her with a generous smile, "Auntie Ye, I made a light lunch. If it's not suitable, I will adjust it next time."
He not only humbly expressed his dedication and efforts, but also paved the way for his future interactions with Ye Qingyin.
After all, if it’s not suitable, it just means it’s not to your taste, not that it’s not tasty.
And we can also observe Ye Qingyin's reaction based on this, whether she really doesn't like it, or is she being picky and saying that she doesn't like it.
Ye Qingyin would not easily get angry with her children. Now, the two people sitting next to the dinner table were the nanny Sister Liu and Jiang Yun, who still had no job.
Ye Qingyin naturally had a set of rules in her mind. She must never scold a very successful person in front of an unsuccessful person, especially when this person was her own son. Especially since Chen Yuanwu was already very outstanding and successful in his career, the differences between insiders and outsiders, and between high and low levels, had to be made clear.
To be honest, the food on the table was very much to her liking. The knife skills were good, the cuts were evenly thick and thin, the dishes were not repetitive, and a few slices of carrots and green peppers were garnished to balance the nutrition and add color to the dishes.
Ye Qingyin drank half a bowl of soup calmly, which was sour and salty and tasted just right. Then she took a bite of the sesame-flavored scallion pancake, which whetted her taste buds.
"Xiao Jiang, you're quite meticulous when cutting vegetables. Will holding a kitchen knife affect your piano playing?"
Ye Qingyin also spoke very skillfully. She only praised Jiang Jun's meticulous cutting of vegetables without burying Sister Liu's years of craftsmanship and hard work, nor did she make Jiang Jun feel frivolous and think that she was worthy of Xiao Wu. Manual dexterity must be accompanied by artistic cultivation to be useful.
Jiang Jun continued the conversation, "Not lifting heavy objects won't affect your finger flexibility. My fingers were injured, and an educated youth taught me how to restore them by playing the piano keys. I thought it was interesting, so I kept doing it. I never thought it would come in handy."
"There is no other way. Improving one thing is also a way to achieve success." Ye Qingyin had never seen Jiang Jun perform, but she had heard Chen Jing mention it. She didn't quite believe in Jiang Jun's performance level.
Jiang Jun smiled modestly: "No matter how much I practice, I'm still an amateur. I can't compare to professionals."
This is the truth. In her original time and space, there were endless young master-level performers. Their playing skills were not only traditional but also very innovative. Everyone had the opportunity to show their talents.
In the 1970s, amateur and professional were treated differently. No matter how high the amateur's level was, it would be difficult for them to perform on big stages. No matter how poor the professional's level was, they were still Sun Shan, who graduated from a professional school. The standards for testing were so arbitrary.
Ye Qingyin hummed softly: "Xiao Jing said that you play well and would like to discuss with you when she has time. Xiao Jing has studied at an art school for three years and is excellent in all aspects. The leaders value her very much."
Chen Yuanwu continued, "Mom, when are you free to go listen to Xiaojun play the piano? Xiaojun plays the grand piano in the auditorium beautifully."
Ye Qingyin still didn't agree. Director Zhang of the art troupe said the same thing when he saw her, and asked when they would have the opportunity to hear their Xiao Jiang perform again.
Just for this sentence, Ye Qingyin went to the auditorium to see the piano. She had to admit that the piano's sound quality was amazing. She felt that as long as the notes were correct, anyone could play it. It was impossible to reach a very high level of performance.
Jiang Jun looked at Chen Yuanwu and knew that he wanted to help him gain favor.
However, at this critical juncture, knowing that Ye Qingyin was not satisfied with their immediate marriage, he still deliberately showed his excellence again and again, which might cause dissatisfaction from the CEO of the Chen family.
"Auntie Ye, please let me know when Chen Jing is coming back so I can have a chance to learn from her." Jiang Jun said modestly, "I heard from Yuanwu that Chen Jing dances very well. It's a pity I didn't see her that day. I must go and see her when I get the chance next time."
Ye Qingyin felt better and had a better appetite. She drank half a bowl of soup and said nothing about what Chen Yuanwu had just mentioned. "I'm tired. I'm going upstairs to rest. The weather is dry now. I need to go to the hospital and ask someone to prescribe some autumn pear paste. Xiaowu, I'll go with you later."
In the 1970s, there was no such thing as health supplements like herbal tea, nor was there much popular health knowledge. Anything that was good for the body was considered medicine.
In addition, good doctors are all in large hospitals. Only by knowing these famous old Chinese medicine practitioners can you know how to take care of your body, and only by having connections and channels can you buy seasonal medicines.
Chen Yuanwu certainly didn't want his mother to go with him. After all the trouble, it would be dark by the time they got there, and they couldn't go anywhere, let alone climb the mountain. "Mom, the road is windy and dusty, so please don't bother. I'll take the note you wrote and go to the hospital to get the Qiuli ointment for you, and then go see my comrades."
Ye Qingyin didn't object: "That's fine, I'll go up and write a note. Xiao Jiang, you should take a rest too. You don't have to make dinner. When I wake up, come with me to the art troupe. Director Zhang said he'll take you to see him when you get back."
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