Chapter 17 (1/2)

”Mr. Fang, have a chicken leg --”

”Mr. Fang, the fried squid I made is absolutely perfect. It's the best place to drink --”

”Mr. Fang, you are welcome to eat vegetables. It's the same as in your own home here in my sister-in-law --”

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looking at the food piled up like a hill in the plate in front of you, Fang Yan knows that it may be difficult to finish what he promised Jiang Qin Yes.

A soft mouth!

Jiang Daye, the butcher husband of sister-in-law Li, laughs with a glass of wine in his hand. From time to time, he says to Fang Yan that we should take one. No matter whether Fang Yan's glass of wine has gone or not, he has gone completely, with no drop left. I almost ran naked.

Mrs. Li is philistine and enthusiastic, and has the shrewdness unique to the village women in the city. Jiang Daye's words are simple and honest. Apart from the saying ”let's go one, Mr. Fang”, he has almost no common language with Fang Yan.

Mrs. Li's waist is thick and buttocks are round. Jiang Daye's flesh is not like a butcher, but more like a good cook or a small restaurant owner.

However, such a couple gave birth to a daughter who looks very beautiful.

To tell you the truth, Jiang Qin is really good-looking. Apart from ye meek, can ye meek be regarded as a woman?

Big eyes, thin eyebrows, raised nose, even without any rouge, it is still full of appetite cherry mouth.

The skin that can be broken by blowing bombs, the expression of innocence, the long black hair floating at will, sit in front of parents to eat seriously, just like the little princess of the village in the city.

Every lovely girl is a little princess in her own family.

The little girl's eyebrows and eyes are not yet fully open, but there is a kind of beauty. The charm is still implicit, but with the increase of age, I don't know how beautiful she will bloom.

”Mr. Fang, have a piece of beef. Pineapple beef, is that what you do in the north When sister-in-law Li spoke, she also made some contributions to the food hill in front of Fang Yan, making it look more towering and precipitous.

”Yes.” Fang Yan nods.

”Mr. Fang, are the students in Zhuque middle school OK?” Asked Sister Li casually.

”It's OK - I just went, too.” Fang Yan knows the main point is coming.

Jiang Qin, who had been eating quietly, secretly winked at Fang Yan and reminded him to keep his promise.

”Zhuque middle school is a famous school. The quality of the students in it must be quite high.” Said sister-in-law Li. ”Unlike our family -” br >

”kiss?”

”Mom.” ”I'm Jiang Qin,” Jiang said angrily, his cheek slightly red

”Oh, yes, it's Jiang Qin.” Sister Li quickly changed her tune.

Jiang Qin wanted to bury his head in the seafood soup in front of him. How can mom call her nickname in front of an outsider? It's still such a small name that is too intimate.

”When Jiang Qin primary school didn't play well, he only passed the examination of No.26 middle school. 26 middle school is also a good school - but there are so many good schools ahead. It's not so easy for her to get into Zhuque high school. ”