Uncle's Crisis

Chapter 280 Absurd Choice

Zhou Qiaoran became anxious when he heard it, and said, "I'm really not tired. I'm so young, and it's time for me to learn and practice. How can I find a place to stay? What's the matter?"

"That's true. It's not good in a place that is too leisurely. It will affect your promotion in the future." Pang Yaozong got up and said, "Well, come and watch TV for a while, and I'll make it for you."

"No...no, how can I ask you to cook for me?" Zhou Qiaoran walked over, picked up Pang Yaozong's coat, and said, "Come on, let's go out and eat something good, I'm hungry too."

But Pang Yaozong didn't say anything, he grabbed Zhou Qiaoran's hand, pulled it into his arms abruptly, and said with a dirty mouth: "Are you hungry? Well, I'll give you something to eat, Come... come, solve domestic demand first, and then consider food and clothing."

"No... no, let's go out to eat first, okay... okay?" Zhou Qiaoran was anxious.

"Zhou Qiaoran, what's wrong with you?" Pang Yaozong felt something and asked her with a cold face.

"It's nothing, you've been thinking about that since you came here, can I accept it?"

"Okay then, you go cook first, and when you're full, let's rest together, okay? Are you satisfied with this?"

Zhou Qiaoran was really helpless, so he had no choice but to fight it out. Now that things are like this, what else is there to escape?

This kind of deformed relationship will be exposed sooner or later. If it comes to a dire situation and then face it, it is better to nip it in the bud early.

She poured a glass of boiling water for Pang Yaozong, then went to the kitchen, just as she put on her apron, the doorbell rang.

Zhou Qiaoran felt as if he had been electrocuted, and secretly screamed in his heart, hurriedly walked to the doorbell, picked up the microphone, and shouted at Pang Renjie in the image frame: "Why is it you? But you came just in time , your father is here."

"Who?" Pang Renjie asked.

"Your father, Mr. Pang."

"Isn't he participating in activities outside?"

"I don't know either. I met him on the way home from get off work, so I invited him into the house."

"Okay then, you open the door."

Zhou Qiaoran let out an oh, and pressed the unlock button casually.

Pang Yaozong here also panicked, stood up early, stood there at a loss, and asked Zhou Qiaoran: "Is it Pang Renjie?"

"Yes."

"Why did he come here?"

Zhou Qiaoran lied and said: "Pang Renjie went to our unit, and his colleagues said we were relatives, so he took it seriously, and asked me where I lived, and I told the truth."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"That's not right."

"Why is it wrong?"

"I saw the empty bottle of Feitian Moutai, he only drank that baijiu."

"That..." Zhou Qiaoran calmed down and said, "Yes, he came here last night and had dinner with me."

"and then?"

"Then……"

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Zhou Qiaoran walked over quickly, opened the door, and winked at Pang Renjie.

Pang Renjie nodded slightly, stepped into the door, and asked Pang Yaozong directly: "Dad, why did you come back early?"

On the other hand, Pang Yaozong looked embarrassed, and after a moment of silence, he looked at the flowers and gift bags in his son's hands, and asked, "Why did you come here?"

"I'm here to accompany my cousin." Pang Renjie asked his father calmly, "Is the meeting over?"

"Yeah, the following content has no practical significance. Another emergency happened in the head office, and I was waiting for my return to deal with it, so I hurried back."

"Oh, that's right, I have something to tell you too."

Pang Yaozong glared at him with a cold face and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Pang Renjie ignored him, turned around and handed a beautiful bouquet of roses to Zhou Qiaoran, and said sourly on purpose: "Honey, these are the flowers I gave you."

Zhou Qiaoran didn't hold back at all, took the flowers and said thank you.He took the gift bag from Pang Renjie's other hand and asked, "What is this?"

"Hong Kong-style fast food." Pang Renjie said, turning to look at Pang Yaozong, "Father, you can eat together, it happened to be for three people."

Pang Yaozong's old face stretched all the way, the fire in his stomach was getting hotter and hotter, but he couldn't vent it, so he said in a nasty voice, "I can't get used to that rubbish!"

"Look, you can't keep up with the situation, you are just used to eating radishes, vegetables and steamed buns."

When Pang Yaozong saw his son walking across the street and sat down, he realized that the boy was challenging him, so he yelled at Zhou Qiaoran in the kitchen, "Zhou Qiaoran, cook me a bowl of clear water noodles, right?" Yes, add another poached egg."

Pang Renjie purposely annoyed him, and also yelled: "Xiaohua, remember this, my father likes to eat this, remember to make it for him after we get married."

Zhou Qiaoran actually said in a serious manner, I wrote it down, and then really lit the gas stove, made the dough, then covered it with a poached egg, and solemnly brought it to Pang Yaozong, saying: "You must be hungry Alright, let's eat first."

Pang Yaozong picked up the chopsticks, rummaged through the bowl a few times, and then put the chopsticks down.

"You eat, Dad." Pang Renjie was serious, pretending to be a dutiful son.

Pang Yaozong rolled his eyes, his face turned green, and after taking a few breaths, he said, "Bring your Hong Kong-style fast food, and I'll fuck you up."

Zhou Qiaoran was not negligent, she actually brought up the fast food brought by Pang Renjie on a tray, and placed everything on the coffee table.

The three of them sat down, and the atmosphere couldn't be more strange.

Pang Yaozong put a piece of shrimp intestines into his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls resentfully, then spit it into the trash can, cursing: "Damn it, what the hell is this, it's just a rotten carrot."

Pang Renjie ate with relish, and said with a sneer, "Didn't I just say that you just eat some radish and green vegetables, and your appetite can't adapt to these high-end ingredients."

"Food ingredients! It's just rubbish."

Pang Renjie was calm, and asked Zhou Qiaoran with a smile: "Ruoran, do you think it's delicious?"

Zhou Qiaoran looked at Pang Yaozong and said, "It's okay."

Pang Yaozong stopped talking, picked up his chopsticks and started eating noodles, but just after taking a few mouthfuls, Pang Renjie spoke up, and he said: "Dad, I planned to tell you in a few days, but since you have seen it, I Let me tell you the truth."

"What's the truth?" Pang Yaozong put his face between his lips and stared blankly at his son's eyes, trying to find out something from them.

Pang Renjie said, "I like Zhou Qiaoran."

"What? You like her?"

"Yes, I like her, I really do."

Pang Yaozong shook his hands, and the noodles caught on the chopsticks fell onto the coffee table one by one. He looked at Zhou Qiaoran and asked her, "Isn't he kidding me?"

Zhou Qiaoran did not speak, forked a vegetable ball into his mouth, lowered his head, and began to chew slowly.

Pang Yaozong had no choice but to turn to Pang Renjie again, and asked him: "Then does he like you?"

Pang Renjie nodded and said, "Yes, I like it."

Pang Yaozong asked: "Why do you like Fa?"

Pang Renjie said, "They are already planning to get married."

"What did you say?" Pang Yaozong threw away his chopsticks and yelled loudly, "You...you are too ridiculous? You've only known each other for a few days, so it's getting to that point?"

(End of this chapter)