Qian Jianjun knew this gentleman's character and was too scared to even pick up the meat for him. "Grandma, Comrade Fu, please help yourself to whatever you like. Oh, grandma, where are the serving chopsticks?"
He specifically reminded me of this matter several times on the phone.
No matter where this gentleman is, once someone's chopsticks have picked up food from a plate, he will not touch it again.
Therefore, people in the army seldom eat with this gentleman. Firstly, they don't dare to, and secondly, it is a bit troublesome. If they want to eat something at the table, they have to change the serving chopsticks.
Grandma Qian took three pairs of serving chopsticks, placed one pair in front of Qian Jianjun, handed one pair to Old Man Qian, and placed one pair between Qian Duoduo and Cheng Lili.
Qian Nai had lived in a wealthy family before, so she knew this. People in wealthy families even disdain their own family members' saliva, saying it's for hygiene, but isn't it just disdain for other people's saliva? She'd explained this to her family over the past few days, and everyone had memorized it.
Qian Youjin glanced at his disappointing son, picked up the serving chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken thigh and put it in Fu Junmo's bowl, "Comrade Fu, come, eat the chicken. This has been stewed with Duoduo's milk since morning, and it is very soft.
This pig's head, Duoduo asked someone to bring it back from the county slaughterhouse yesterday. We also put a lot of medicinal herbs in it and stewed it overnight. It's delicious. And this tofu, we grind it ourselves, it's tender and fresh. Eat more of these eggs. Our chickens are raised differently from others, and the eggs are delicious..."
In Qian Youjin's mouth, his salt tastes better than others!
Before long, Fu Junmo's bowl was filled with half a bowl of various meat dishes. Qian Jianye secretly wiped a cold sweat, really worried that this gentleman would throw down his chopsticks and stop eating.
Qian Duoduo raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Junmo, smiling slightly.
Fu Junmo raised his eyes to look at her, and after a brief pause, he picked up his chopsticks and said, "Thank you, uncle. I'll try it."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Qian Duoduo secretly raised an eyebrow at him and smiled.
Has no one ever served food to this man before?
Grandma Qian smiled and brought the wine and three white porcelain jars to the table. "Boss, Jun'er, you two should drink with Comrade Fu. Don't drink too much."
Qian Youjin saw the three cups and said, "Mom, get another jar so that my dad can drink less."
Qian Nai: "Your father is old, drinking is harmful to his health."
Grandpa Qian had finally seen some wine, so he didn't want to let it go. "With guests here, it makes sense not to drink a little. I'll drink a little, it's okay."
Such delicious food, such good wine, how wonderful would it be to have a few sips?
Grandma Qian glanced at him and went out calmly to get the white enamel pot. "Old man, I'll deal with you tonight, and someone will start to show off."
Qian Jianjun took the bottle and began to distribute the wine with a smile, pouring one-third of the white enamel jar to Fu Junmo, his father and grandfather.
"Master Fu, eat your food first, or drinking alcohol directly will harm your health."
Men talk a lot when they have wine. Although Fu Junmo is a man of few words, he will answer every question asked by others.
Qian Youjin: "Comrade Fu, how many brothers do you have? I heard from Jianjun that you are the youngest in your family?"
Fu Junmo: "You can just call me Junmo. I have two brothers and two sisters." After a pause, he said, "This time, my eldest sister and my eldest brother-in-law are here too. It's just that my eldest sister is very carsick, so she stayed in the county town today. My brother-in-law stayed to take care of her. The two of them will come to visit you tomorrow."
Everyone present was stunned for a moment, and Qian Nai asked, "Is your sister very uncomfortable? Did she go to the hospital to get some motion sickness medicine?"
"I have medicine with me. I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."
Grandma Qian nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and went out to serve the dumplings nervously.
People are coming tomorrow, what should we arrange for them to eat?
Qian Youjin continued with a smile, and changed the address directly: "Jun Mo, after you get married, will you live on your own or with your parents?"
Fu Junmo pondered for a moment and said, "I have my own house, I can live however I want."
As a doting father, Qian Youjin had to ask all the questions for his daughter's sake. He took a sip of wine from the jar and said with a smile, "So, will your son always live with your parents, or will he live with you after you get married?"
Fu Junmo glanced at Qian Duoduo, then at Qian Youjin, and said in a deep voice, "My parents are old. After I get married, the child will definitely live with me. Even if we're not together right after marriage, I will bring him to live with me in a year or two."
"So, if Comrade Qian Duoduo is willing to marry me, you must be prepared." He said, looking at Qian Duoduo.
Qian Duoduo pursed his lips and smiled, "After knowing that you have a son, I have been prepared. However, didn't I tell you to let me take care of him? I will discipline him in my own way.
Being a stepmother is the hardest. You can't hit or scold your child. But I'm different. If I abuse him, you can control me. If I educate him, you can't interfere."
Fu Junmo glanced at her indifferently, but he was also very happy in his heart. The child was just too cold-tempered, silent and untalkative, and did not like to interact with others. Perhaps, with a lively and talkative mother like Qian Duoduo, her personality should be better.
"Okay, but he's just too obedient and a bit autistic. I hope you can get along well with him."
A bit autistic? Too obedient? Qian Duoduo pondered and nodded, "Alright, let's eat quickly."
Qian Nai just brought out the dumplings. Qian Duoduo picked up the chopsticks and picked up a wheat ear dumpling she had made and placed it in Fu Junmo's bowl. "I made this. Doesn't it look good?"
Just as she put the dumplings down, she suddenly saw Qian Jianjun winking at her frantically, and she suddenly remembered this man's mysophobia, and hurriedly picked up the dumplings with her chopsticks, "Hey, I forgot, pick it up yourself, my chopsticks didn't touch the food in your bowl."
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