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Chapter 55
Uncle Meng still pretended not to see it, and continued to think about the chess game.

Chen Weiyong glanced at Lu An with a serious face.

Got it!The county magistrate's son would not save him, but Lu An was merciless at all.

Meng Qingchi came from the kitchen, put a few pieces of Dongpo meat in a rice bowl, put it in front of him and said, "Xiao An, how does it taste? I'll have supper later."

Luan, who was bored, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

The smell of meat made the old man, who was reflecting on the second chess game, look up frequently.

One bite, full of meaty taste, um, delicious, another bite, still full of meaty taste, still delicious.

While eating, Lu An asked Meng Qingchi who was sitting next to him:
"Where are Brother Wenjie and Qingshui people, aren't they at home?"

Meng Wenjie is the eldest of the Meng family. He is 27 years old at the same age as his elder brother who died of meningitis in Luanna.

Meng Qingchi said: "Brother Wenjie has gone to his sister-in-law's house. There is something to come back tonight. Qingshui is doing the quizzes in the upstairs bedroom."

After he finished eating two pieces of meat, the old man knocked on the pipe, put it aside, grinned and spoke again:

"Boy Lu, your style of chess has changed a lot, but I have figured it out old man, and you will definitely win the third game."

huge change?
That must be big?
Reborn with a lifetime of experience, the style of chess is mysterious, and I have saved several moves against you old man.

In the third set, due to the presence of Sister Qingchi, his eating was not so ugly. He adopted a defensive strategy and basically did not cross the river to attack.

He doesn't take the initiative to attack, but he can't stop the old man from committing suicide. If he sets up a game casually, the other party will think he has an opportunity, and all his mother's chariots and guns will be crushed.

In the 23rd round, Lu An quietly ate the horse, but the old man didn't respond.

In the 26th round, Lu An stole another shot, and the old man, who was immersed in the offensive end, twitched his face and insisted on attacking with the original plan.

In the 29th round, when LuAnn also touched the sidecar, the old man was stiff, grasping the chessboard and meditating.

Lu An finished the last piece of meat, and looked at Uncle Meng again.

This time, Uncle Meng reacted, and responded with a smile and bleat in his eyes: show mercy, keep others under the knife.

After receiving the news, Lu An acted recklessly and sent the car directly to the old man.

But the old man stared at the car and refused to eat it.

Lu An looked at Uncle Meng again, as if asking again: The grass and trees are all soldiers, what to do?
Uncle Meng turned his head away from him, presumably because he was completely disappointed in the old man.

Looking at this scene, Chen Weiyong almost laughed out loud, thinking that the young man in front of him was so interesting.

Lu Anxin turned his head and drove the second car over.

Xin Dao's two cars are here, there is no routine, eat whatever you want, if you eat one draw, you can win if you eat two, old man, you have to grasp it.

The old man's eyes moved sideways to the second car, and he didn't move for a long time.

Lu An lightly touched Meng Qingchi with his right foot under the table, motioning for her to remind her.

Meng Qingchi understood, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, Lu An has already exhausted all his skills. If he eats the cart, he will win."

The old man raised his head and glanced at his eldest granddaughter, then at Lu An, but in the end he still lost face and didn't make a move.

At this moment, Meng Qingshui came down from upstairs.

Looking at the chess game with few pieces, she was as clever as she immediately understood what was going on.

She stretched out her hand with a smile on her face, took the chessboard away and said, "Grandpa, it's time for supper, and we can play after supper."

Seeing this, Uncle Meng agreed and stood up, "I'll go to the kitchen to serve the dishes."

Chen Weiyong followed suit and got up: "It's time for supper, I feel like I haven't had dinner for long, I'm going to wash my hands."

In order not to be cold, Meng Qingchi said, "Grandpa, Xiaoan brought your favorite shochu and cotton candy."

The old man came back to his senses, put down the pipe, and said to Lu An: "Your chess skills have improved greatly, can you drink soju, drink some with me tonight."

"Grandpa has an order, I dare not resign, I can." No matter how much wine is drunk, this slogan must be heard.

There are only two guests at home, Chen Weiyong and Lu An, plus six people from the Meng family, which just fills up a table.

Helping to set the dishes and chopsticks, Lu An quietly came to the side of Meng Qingchi:

"Sister Qingchi, I'll sit with you."

Meng Qingchi smiled quietly, moved over and asked him to sit down.

Seeing this situation, Meng Qingshui, who originally planned to sit closer to Lu An and say a few words, changed direction without a trace, and sat with grandma.

Because the youngest daughter and Lu An had a lot of trouble in junior high school, and because Lu An avoided Qingshui in the past few years, since Lu An entered the house, Li Meng has been subconsciously paying attention to their every move.

Although Qing Shui's actions just now were very subtle, but Li Meng did not hide it from him, and he had a panoramic view.

His gaze stayed on the little daughter for a second, and then Li Meng looked at Lu An. At this moment, he picked up the wine glass and was toasting to the elders on the table one by one.

Really changed a lot.

Xiaoan was so lively before, so he has to go back to elementary school, right?
Since the accident happened in Lu's family, Xiao An seems to have changed her temperament, and she is less reserved and talkative.

Especially in the past two years, the problem of mental weakness has appeared, and this situation is even worse.

After Lu An drank three small cups of soju in a row, Meng Qingchi took a piece of duck wing for him, then stretched out his hand to stop him, not allowing him to drink any more.

Seeing the eldest daughter talking and laughing with Lu An and interacting frequently, Li Meng glanced at the younger daughter from the corner of her eye.

Meng Qingshui treated the two of them as air, as if he didn't see them, talking with grandma, ladling soup and vegetables for grandma.

Did I have an illusion before?Did the youngest daughter have any remaining affection for Lu An?

Li Meng reflected in his heart.

Li Meng was paying attention to Meng Qingshui and Lu An, and Meng Zhenhai, as the father, was also observing the situation of his youngest daughter and Lu An.

However, the perspectives of the couple are different.

Most of Meng Zhenhai's attention was focused on Lu An. As the boss of a county, in addition to paying attention to words, he also focused on physical characteristics when observing people.

He found that although the eldest daughter had a close relationship with Xiaoan, her posture was always upright and well-behaved.Obviously treating Xiao An as a normal younger brother.

As for Lu Ann, he drank, chatted with the elders at the table, and was eloquent. When the food in the bowl was gone, he liked to glance at the eldest daughter next to him.

On the surface, it seems that there is no big problem.

But his whole body, body, and knees are always facing the direction of his eldest daughter. These small movements all reflect an instinct in his heart.

Responding to a subconscious mind.

Seeing this, Meng Zhenhai felt a little nervous. He didn't know that it was because Lu An's mother passed away too early that he became dependent on the eldest daughter who had been caring for him all these years?Or do you have other thoughts about Qingchi?
Having a drink with his close friend Chen Weiyong, and sipping the soju, Meng Zhenhai looked at his little daughter calmly.

Meng Qingshui laughed at Yan Yan's words, her posture changed back and forth on the chair with the action of picking up vegetables, sometimes whispering to grandma, sometimes making a few conversations on the table, without any sense of restraint, with ease.

After observing for a long time, Meng Zhenhai didn't find anything unusual about his little daughter.

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