Chapter 407 The Pleasant Life at Home

Afternoon lunch was placed on the kang table. Qian'er's mother sat at the end of the kang, Wen Nuan sat in front of the window sill, opposite her father-in-law, and Han Qian could only sit at the end of the kang. There were not many dishes, just four plates and one bowl of meat. Spicy stir-fried crabs, steamed pork buns, and scrambled eggs with garlic sprouts.

In the bowl was blood sausage stewed with sauerkraut, which was Han Qian's favorite. They said eating whatever you eat will help you replenish your blood, and he also wanted to replenish his blood.

In half a year, the blood shed is estimated to be enough to fill two 2L beverage bottles.

As soon as the old man picked up his rice bowl, Han Qian suddenly got up and ran out of the yard. He almost forgot about the suitcase in the trunk. He dragged the suitcase into the house and took out the wine prepared by Yan Qingqing and handed it to the old man. , smiled.

"My boss gave it to you, you can try it."

The old man took the wine and smiled.

"Don't you drink some?"

Han Qian shook his head and got on the kang. The old man held the wine in his hand and looked around, with a look of satisfaction on his face. Anyone who receives a gift during the Chinese New Year is happy. It doesn’t matter how expensive the gift is. What’s important is that someone thinks about it. .

Of course, the old man knew in his heart that it was only because his son was capable that the boss would give him wine to this bad old man.

Han Qian put a piece of pork belly on the rice and sprinkled it with some minced garlic. He was very satisfied after taking one bite. At this time, Qian'er's mother suddenly spoke.

"Xiao Nuan, why don't you eat it? It doesn't suit your taste?"

Hearing the voice, Han Qian also raised his head and looked at Wen Nuan in confusion. Although this girl was picky about food, she just didn't like vegetables and was not vague about meat at all. Why was she still in a daze? Stretching out her hand and pinching her warm leg under the table, the girl came back to her senses, turned around, took the phone, and blamed herself.

"It's done Han Qian."

Han Qian said angrily with a dark look on his face.

"I'm still alive."

"No, I forgot all the cigarettes and alcohol I bought for dad and the supplements I bought for mom at home. It's all your fault for cheating on me this morning."

While speaking, Nuan Nuan had already picked up the phone and made a call. After the call was connected, he whispered.

"Shi Ci, I forgot the gift I bought for my parents-in-law at home. When you come to see me after your work, remember to bring it to me. Um...um...I'm home. I'm having dinner. I won't tell you anymore. I’ll eat first.”

After hanging up the phone, Wen Nuan dropped the phone and walked to her mother-in-law, grabbing her arms with both hands and saying coquettishly.

"Mom~ Shishi is my best friend. She comes back to China to help me. Her family members are all abroad. I invite her to come to our house to celebrate the New Year. You won't be angry, right? Mom~"

Not to mention being angry, Qian'er's mother likes her child's personality, otherwise Han Qian wouldn't have those caring little friends.

Qian'er's mother picked up half a crab and handed it to Nuan Nuan, smiling fondly.

"It must be a warm welcome. It just so happens that the house at home has been built and there are free rooms. It will be crowded during the Chinese New Year, but I have made a promise first. It's okay to come, and you can't buy gifts or anything like that."

"Mom is the best. The crabs cooked by dad are more delicious than the chefs in the restaurant! I...I can only eat them boiled in water."

Han Qian sighed helplessly. It's useless to say anything now. As long as he enters the door of this house, any words Han Qian says will have no effect. Warmth is the greatest, and his parents love him. Now the old man drinks it. I took a sip of wine and sipped my lips with great satisfaction.

"It tastes good! Xiao Nuan, it's a good thing to invite friends to your home for the New Year. Your mother and I are happy to come to your home early and have a lively atmosphere."

"It's best, Dad. Just take a couple of sips of this wine. When the one I bought for you arrives, throw it away. I'm worried that Yan Hu will poison it."

The old man was slightly startled and said doubtfully.

"Yan...what?"

"Yanhu..."

Before the third word was uttered, Han Qian took a piece of meat and stuffed it into Wen Nuan's mouth, and said angrily.

"I can't stop your mouth after eating. If you don't eat, I'll take the crab down."

"Mom! Han Qian bullied me again."

Qian'er's mother smiled with narrowed eyes, knocked on the table lightly, and then the old man put his foot on Han Qian's leg and frowned.

"Can't you keep your mouth shut while eating?"

Han Qian was immediately furious and put down his chopsticks. Then he saw the chopsticks raised in the old man's hand and raised his hands in surrender on the spot.

"I surrender."

The comfortable life at home made Han Qian regret not coming back earlier. After dinner, he lay down on the kang, with the old man clearing the dishes, drinks, and melon seeds in front of him. Wen Nuan taught his mother how to tinker with the smart TV, and took the trouble to write it down on paper. Then I posted it on the wall, for fear that my mother-in-law wouldn't be able to learn it.

Han Qian was lying on the kang and was just about to light a cigarette. Qian'er's father, who was sitting on the ground, raised his head and hooked his hand at Han Qian. Han Qian obediently got down to the ground and sat with the old man. The floor was warm and it didn't feel cold. Er fiddled with the tobacco leaves Yan Qingqing brought and whispered.

"Xiao Nuan seems to be a little interested in your boss..."

Han Qian handed the old man a cigarette. After the old man shook his head and refused, Han Qian sighed.

"It's not a bit..., it's basically the kind of pinching you when you meet."

"female?"

"A girl to be exact."

"The one who called me dad last time? Yan Qingqing, right?"

"clever."

Snapped!

A slap on the back of the head almost knocked Han Qian down. Han Qian covered his head with his hands and glared at the old man through gritted teeth. Wen Nuan, who was sitting on the kang, saw this and said eagerly.

"Dad, he has an injury on the back of his head. The stitches were removed not long ago."

This sentence made both Qian'er's mother and the old man become nervous. The old man looked at his hands with regret and frowned.

"Why are you covered with wounds? Are you dead?"

Han Qian covered his head and whispered back.

"This one was hit against the wall. Can't you just not do it?"

"I won't do it? What father doesn't hit his son? Why don't I hit you if you don't learn how to do it?"

"Then you can't hit your head?"

"Stand up and let me kick you."

"I can't, mom, look at him, he always does it."

After returning home, Han Qian became a child, no longer the mad dog Han who stirred up troubles in the city. In the afternoon, Han Qian lay on the kang in the west room, rummaging through several numbers with his mobile phone. He hadn’t seen this person in several years. Several of them have grown up, and they take care of their mother and old man at home. When they come back this time, they have to meet them.

The hot bed made sleepiness come over him quickly. In a daze, Han Qian fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already dark outside. When he was about to get up, he found that his arms were heavy. He turned around and saw that he didn't know what was going on. When the warmth came over, he fell asleep with his pillow on Han Qian's arm.

He gently raised his warm head and took the pillow, but he still woke the girl up. He looked at Han Qian with sleepy eyes and said vaguely.

"Why are you going?"

Han Qian reached out and pinched his warm face, smiling.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm a little thirsty. Do you want some water?"

His hand was slapped off by Nuan Nuan, and he sat up and yawned.

"Drink, go to the car and get my pajamas. It's too dark outside and I don't dare to go."

Han Qian went to the ground to put on his shoes. When he went out, he saw the old man squatting in front of the stove to light the fire. Han Qian smiled bitterly.

"What? Are you trying to roast me to death?"

"I was afraid that you two would be cold and your mother would always kick the quilt off you two, so I set the stove on fire. Your mother has something to do with you."

"Oh, I'm going to get some clothes for Nuan Nuan first."