final,
He still couldn't win against Jiang Changfeng.
Lin Que watched the Coaster minibus merge into the evening rush hour traffic.
It stirred up a wisp of cold dust, typical of a winter evening.
The look in Ye Xi's eyes before she got into the car was as mournful as that of a princess going on a political marriage.
She held the jar of pickled garlic tightly to her chest.
Principal Jiang Changfeng even specifically asked what it was.
Ye Xi, without batting an eye, said it was a "Jiangcheng specialty art ornament".
They managed to completely fool the old principal.
Lin Que put his hands back in his pockets and let out a long sigh.
Okay, we'll postpone this barbecue for now.
It's better than actually harming her "pianist's stomach."
Lin Que leisurely returned to Xisheng Mansion.
You're back?
Wang Xiulian was sitting on the sofa picking celery, while a family drama was playing on the television.
Hearing the door open, she threw down the celery she was holding.
His eyes swept around Lin Que's back twice, like searchlights.
"Um...where's Ye?"
"They're gone."
Lin Que changed into slippers and picked up an orange from the coffee table to peel.
"They are guests from the province; there will be a welcome banquet tonight."
Principal Jiang is personally accompanying them; they can't just keep eating here for free.
Wang Xiulian's disappointment was clearly visible; she slapped her thigh.
"Oh dear, is that jar of pickled garlic enough to eat?"
I should have packed the whole jar for her.
"That child is so thin, like a bean sprout. He must not be eating well."
Lin Jianguo, who was sitting next to me reading a newspaper, shook the newspaper and couldn't help but interject:
"Alright, that's just body management."
"If a pianist eats like you, she won't even be able to fit into her formal attire."
Hey! No one's going to think you're mute just because you can't speak!
Wang Xiulian raised her eyebrows.
So what if I eat like this? I'm blessed!
Besides, I think that girl really likes my food.
The look in her eyes as she left—she truly didn't want to go.
Lin Que popped a segment of orange into his mouth and mumbled in agreement:
"Yes, yes, your cooking is excellent; you've won over the artist's stomach."
Wang Xiulian was all smiles as she was coaxed, and she moved closer to Lin Que.
His voice dropped eight octaves, brimming with gossipy excitement:
"Son, Mom has something to ask you."
What does this girl's family do?
Judging from their demeanor, they didn't seem to come from an ordinary family.
"A musical family from Nanjing, the pianist even won an award in Vienna."
Lin Que didn't hide it from him either.
"Whoa!"
Wang Xiulian's eyes shone even brighter.
"That's a big place! This girl is nice, she's down-to-earth and polite."
Look, she's in Nanjing, and you're in Wuhan.
Although it's a bit far, the high-speed rail is convenient now..."
"Cough cough!"
Lin Jianguo coughed heavily twice, put down the newspaper, and looked serious.
"They came here for exchange and learning; they are key personnel to be cultivated by the province."
Our son is good enough, but don't try to set them up. They're from two different worlds.
"How come it's two different worlds?"
Wang Xiulian was unhappy.
"My son is also an honorary member of the provincial writers' association!"
You saw them at lunchtime, those two kids sitting together, they're such a perfect match!
Lin Que's temples throbbed with pain.
Seeing that her mother's topic was about to veer into dangerous territory, she quickly spoke up to stop her:
"Mom, didn't you say a while ago that..."
The kid next door, Old Wang's son, had his grades plummet because of early romance. Should I take this as a warning?
Why has the wind changed direction now?
Wang Xiulian glared at him defiantly:
"How can that be the same? Old Wang's family is dating a street hustler; they're just dragging each other down!"
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