The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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"No, my mother said they did not move the money I sent back. My dad donated some to the school under the mountain to improve the food for the dolls." Xinya said, jumping directly into the hall because it was too cold outside.

Ye Cong stepped up and followed, watching Xinya help Xinya's father move the stove into one of the cabins.

Ye Cong: "..."

This is for him.

This is probably the first time Ye Congchang has received this kind of hospitality, no heating, no big meals, and no good environment.

But these are the best things they have done to entertain him.

Just like the little idiot Xinya, she always does her best to do things, and spares no effort to treat others well. This is a kind of family education, which is subtle in the process of growing up.

The dining table is not big, and if you add Ye Cong, it will appear a lot of people. The tableware is not the kind of high-end tableware that is so delicate that it can be used for making decorations. It is just ordinary, and the cost may not be when it is bought. One dollar.

"There is nothing to entertain at home. Boss Ye doesn't mind." Father Xinya poured wine for him and said with embarrassment.

"My uncle just called me by name. I took the liberty to visit and trouble you." Ye Cong took the wine handed in by the father of Xinya with respectful hands.

Xinya ’s father ’s eyes were on his movements. A large part of men ’s drinking was behavioral. Ye Cong ’s hands receiving wine obviously lowered the position of his hands, showing his respect for the wine-handler.

Alcohol is character, so the boss of his daughter, he can see, is a good person.

"Yangyang, you learn from others." Xinya mother looked at the son who was holding chopsticks to hold the meat at this moment, and hated the iron.

"Mom, I'm hungry."

Ye Cong took Xin Yang and Xin Miao to eat several times, so he really did not treat Ye Cong as an outsider at this moment. The second sister said, Yege will be their brother-in-law sooner or later, so why should he be an outsider?

"Brother Ye, I'm so blessed when you come. In the past, we only ate so many dishes on New Year's Eve that night. My mother usually gave us pickles." Xinyang whispered.

"Isn't it right?" Xinya mother stared at Xinyang, obviously dissatisfied with her son's remarks.

"That said, my uncle and aunt are really too concerned about me. I was originally a person, and I was already very happy to be here with Bud. Uncle and aunt don't have to be so polite." Ye Cong said with a low smile. , The voice is elegant, as if others were wrong to refute him.

Sprout: "..."

I haven't spoken to her so well before.

"You--" Xinya was about to say something, but Ye Cong stepped on it from under the table. "His, you do--"

Ye Cong looked at Sprout with a smile on his face: "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

Xinya has endured the pain of being stepped on by him, and the smile is more ugly than crying, "You are also tired from driving all the way, my mother makes some delicious food, it is normal, the boss tastes it, my mother is better than me. of."

Ye Cong was very satisfied with her reaction. Sprout's mother had put a piece of chicken without bones in his bowl. "It's all home cooking, try it."

Ye Cong thanked him and took up the chopsticks. After eating, he said, "Auntie's craftsmanship is indeed better than that of Bu'er, but it's true that if you want to come to Bu'er, it's not easy to eat these homemade dishes in the city. Bu Yaer is still with me. "

Sprout: "..."

Do you want to treat her as a nanny so high?

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