Mr. Ye hurried home after lunch with his descendants.

When it comes to family dinners, if the family has a harmonious relationship and is happy to eat, it will be fine if a meal lasts for several days. If the relationship is like the Ye family, eating a meal is a burden and a burden.

In the past, even if Mr. Ye knew about this situation and turned a blind eye, he would not be as anxious as today. So, the Ye family knew that the Ye family's atmosphere had really changed and was about to change. This made Zhang Miaoshan and his husband Ye Huixian, who were originally in a large house and had a fourth-generation descendant, seem to have no need to worry about it, a hint of uneasiness and uneasiness appeared in their hearts.

When Mr. Ye was the first to announce the separation of the table and go home, he only took Zhuang Ruyu and two great-grandsons away.

Other Ye family members were restless when they stayed in their posts.

After hearing that the manager of her restaurant settled the bill, Lan Shanshan said to the responsible big house: "Brother, sister-in-law, is this bill based on the previous one, and I will make the bill."

"Do you eat very little?" Zhang Miaoshan asked curiously.

Everyone eats together, of course they care the most about how much they eat. No one wants to pay more, they just want to eat plain rice. However, if the Ye family has been eating less and less in recent years, less than three or two times a year, it doesn’t matter which room comes to pay for this meal. After all, the Ye family is always poor. For example, the last meal I ate on August 15th, Zhang Miaoshan and his wife paid for it themselves, and there were only 10,000 yuan in total. More than 20 people eat 10,000 yuan in total, and the fees for adding alcohol and serving mooncakes are not too much.

However, the wife of the second wife, who had always been stingy, offered to pay the bill today, which was somewhat beyond Zhang Miaoshan's expectations.

Lan Shanshan said: "Sister-in-law, you know that I will never lose money from my family when I arrange the dinner and menu, and I will never lose money from myself. Today I only ate more than 2,000 yuan."

"Eat so little?" Zhang Miaoshan was shocked.

"I originally expected a lot of dishes, but before serving, I would ask the old man first if he wanted to do it? Then I decided to make or not to cook this dish. Although I would send a menu to my father when I booked a restaurant at the beginning, the old man's meaning always changed. This time, the pre-prepared wine did not start. My father said he would respond to the times and be thrifty, and he cut off a lot of dishes temporarily, and his father was in a hurry to leave."

After all, Ye Laoxin was not at this dinner, which made everyone lose their appetite.

Zhang Miaoshan frowned and looked at her husband beside her. When Ye Huixian picked up the teacup and took a sip, she found that it was not wine and she was powerless.

Mr. Ye brought Zhuang Ruyu and two great-grandchildren back home, and invited the nanny who usually cooks for him at home, saying, "I have guests tonight. You can go to the market to buy some fresh things in the afternoon. The things don't have to be too good, but they should be fresh and delicious."

When the nanny heard him say this, she was anxious and dared not say it in front of the old man. She asked Zhuang Ruyu privately: "Why didn't you say this earlier? I've bought all the dishes this morning."

Zhuang Ruyu asked Ye Chang here that day, and heard that the old man wanted to invite Shen Jiayin and the others to come for dinner. The old man told them not to interfere. They thought that the old man had arranged everything, but they didn't know that it was just arranged now, so they said to the nanny: "Don't worry about the food and cash, how much money it has been spent, and just come to me to reimburse me. You don't have to buy wine. The old man won't entertain these guests tonight. You mainly buy some home-cooked ingredients."

"Home-cooked? Didn't the vegetables I bought this morning also be home-cooked?"

He said it casually, but it seemed like he was not casual. What kind of guest was here? The nanny muttered, and he couldn't figure it out. Since there were no women in his hometown, his old comrades came to visit him and they all went out to eat. For example, the Ye family and the others now had reunion dinners, and they all went out to eat. The leader came to visit Mr. Ye, and they wouldn't eat here.

As a result, it was the first time that Mr. Ye had changed his nanny at home like Mr. Ye who formally said he wanted to invite a group of guests to have dinner at home after Mr. Ye's wife passed away. The nanny at home had been changed many times, so this one has been with Mr. Ye for nearly ten years, and it was the first time he encountered this situation and was a little helpless.

The current situation is different now. Being with the old cadres, you must be more energetic. If you don’t do well, it will cause Mr. Ye to be implicated. When the nanny came to Mr. Ye to apply for a job, she was told about such conditions on the first day.

The nanny had to grind Zhuang Ruyu again and asked, "Can you tell me what the guests like to eat? I will make some delicious food they like to add to the old man's face without violating the central regulations."

Zhuang Ruyu didn't know what Master Yao and the others like to eat. Shen Jiayin is her girl, but she never had a meal with Shen Jiayin.

"Where are they from?" asked the nanny.

"The women from Hubei and Beijing are from Hubei and the men are from Beijing."

It should be said that the nanny is smart and got information from Zhuang Ruyu's words that the visitor was a young couple. Since they were young men and women from Beijing and Hubei, the nanny had a little idea of ​​what to cook.

After the nanny left in a hurry, Zhuang Ruyu suddenly remembered that this nanny called Aunt Xiang, it seemed that her hometown was in Hubei, and she was an authentic Hubei native.

Is it a coincidence? Or not a coincidence?

When every nanny applies for a job at the old man, of course, the old man has to check it out in person, because it is the one the old man wants to use. If Zhuang Ruyu goes back carefully and check it, you will find that the several nannies the old man hired after his wife died were all from Hubei. The old man took a fancy to her Zhuang Ruyu back then, and the first question was where her hometown was.

In terms of the usual routine, after lunch, Mr. Ye would read a book and prepare for lunch break.

Mr. Ye couldn't sleep when he was flipping through the book. When he saw Zhuang Ruyu coming in, he asked, "Have Aunt Xiang done some preparation?"

"Auntie Xiang knows what vegetables to buy. But is it okay to only eat home-cooked dishes tonight?"

"What's wrong? That girl knew at a glance that she wouldn't like delicacies." Mr. Ye only remembered Shen Jiayin, and forgot that there were other people who accompanied Shen Jiayin.

Zhuang Ruyu couldn't help but smile and said, "Grandpa, I mean, don't there be some foods that suit the situation during the Chinese New Year and the festival? Laba, you should eat Laba porridge. In some places, Laba tofu, Laba garlic, and the south, there are some soups made of damselfish cabbage."

Mr. Ye closed the book and remembered the bowl of Laba porridge that he had eaten in Lanshanshan Restaurant at noon. He frowned: "Isn't this thing eaten every year?"

"Often the family eats this, they are made by their own people."

These words reminded Mr. Ye.

Mr. Ye looked at her and asked, "It's been about a year since you married Changwen. Have you made Laba porridge for Changwen?"

"No, he didn't have time to go home last year and lived in the army."

Mr. Ye remembered that last year, the couple had just gotten married, and Zhuang Ruyu himself was not the one who had left trouble because of marriage, and his daily work was as much as Ye Chang asked. If Zhuang Ruyu hadn't been pregnant and turned down almost all the work, he wouldn't have been here to talk with him about how to make Laba porridge like he has time now.

The two were talking, and a small figure flashed in from the door.

"Great Grandpa." Ye Sichen said to the two adults in the room with a smile, "Is it said that they are coming to visit tonight? My brother and I thought not to cause trouble for our grandpa, and wanted to go out to eat McDonald's by ourselves."

"What are you eating in McDonald's? Don't you know the avian flu outside?" Old Ye said this while thinking that these two young great-grandchildren usually think like old men. When they talk about eating, they look like children. They just want to eat McDonald's. After all, they are some children. They can't help but shake their heads and sigh.

“McDonald’s burgers can eat beef without chicken.”

"Are you so annoyed that you don't want to be here to accompany me?"

"No - we are afraid-"

"What's there to be afraid of? My guest is also your guest. Besides, you have seen this guest a long time ago and are not unfamiliar with it. Your brother just met him two days ago, didn't he?"

Ye Siquan regularly went to Jun Ye for treatment and examination, and had more than just a meeting with Jun Ye, Mr. Yao.

Ye Sichen was shocked, as if he only knew who was here tonight. He felt a little upset in his heart. He heard from others that Jun Ye and his wife were asking around for someone secretly giving Nan Nan the scarf. If it was okay, why should I ask? Since they had all inquired, Jun Ye must have wanted to catch him, how to deal with him.

"Great Grandpa, do you have to keep us here?" Ye Sichen stepped on the ground anxiously.

"What's wrong with you? Those two guys usually bully your brother. They have a chance, but you are not sick or in pain. What's the chance to be bullied by them?" Old Ye asked him with presbyopia blinking in curious eyes.

"Where do I have it!" Ye Sichen argued with death, while accidentally muttering and letting her mouth missed, "At worst, just die."

As he said that, he lowered his head and flashed out of the door before the old man asked.

Old Ye looked at his great-grandson's back, looking like he was running away with his tail between his legs, leaning back into the rattan chair, and saying to himself: "How dare you say that you have no ghost in your heart in this way?"

Zhuang Ruyu laughed with her and made a cup of hawthorn fruit tea for the old man to digest food and accumulate.

When Mr. Ye saw her smiling, he could tell that she was in a good mood and was not affected by Zhang Yaping's intentional harshness at noon. The old man frowned and remembered that Ye Changwen sent the woman to the present.

"Get the phone."

Zhuang Ruyu pulled the long telephone line and moved the landline to the elderly desk.

Older old age, but his memory is good, so he doesn't need to dial Ye Chang's phone number.

After the phone opposite rang a few times, Zhang Yaping picked up the phone.

Zhang Yaping didn't expect it was Mr. Ye who called himself, thought it was Zhuang Ruyu, and said, "What are you anxious to do with your husband? He is your son, but he is also my son. I have been raising him for many years! How long have you been with him!"

"He is your son, but he is my grandson at the same time. It seems that he spends a long time with me, his grandfather, and he spends a longer time with you, his mother."

Old Ye's voice was heard slowly, and Zhang Yaping was hoarse and then cursed:

Damn the goblin, he didn't take action and instigated the old man.

"Ruyu doesn't know if I called Changwen. How did Changwen's cell phone be in your hands? Let Changwen answer the phone!"

"Ask him for a long time-" Zhang Yaping paused, "He is in the bathroom. I'll ask him to call you later, dad."

"You left at noon and you are irreconcilable with me. What do you ask my dad to do?"

Zhang Yaping bit his mouth angrily.

No matter which old man is good, there is no one with the personality like Mr. Ye.

Old Ye is not afraid of any descendant making trouble with him.

If you want to leave, just leave. I will be filial to you, no gains or losses.

"Dad, I think you did something wrong at noon."

"You think I'm doing something wrong, I think you're doing something wrong. This world is not about what you say. But there is still some ability to do whatever I say."

Zhang Yaping wants to throw the phone.

Mr. Ye said, "Let the boss ask you to listen. If the boss asks don't come, I will tell your husband directly. Also, if you continue to make trouble like this, sooner or later, I will call you and your husband's unit leaders to communicate."

Zhang Yaping didn't dare to rebel for a moment, but he couldn't swallow his breath. He turned his head and shouted to the balcony: "Jingyi, let the long-term ask over and listen to the phone."

Mr. Ye covered the microphone with his hands and said that he could not bear it anymore when he was doing what Zhang Yaping did.

Ye Changwen was actually not on the balcony, but in the toilet, helping Zhang Yaping replace the broken faucet in his residence in Beijing, and he was so busy that he was overwhelmed. Even so, he would never dare to let Wang Jingyi take the opportunity to approach him.

Wang Jingyi helped Zhang Yaping dry clothes on the balcony.

None of the three had lunch.

Ye Chang asked, not to say that his stomach was so hungry that he was rumbled, but he should admire his mother for being so fussy. In order to delay time, he would even save lunch.

Zhang Yaping deliberately shouted loudly in the living room. Ye Changwen heard it and just took the wrench and turned the last circle of the faucet. He washed his hands and came out to answer the phone.

Mr. Ye said to him on the phone: "Your mother likes you to be a filial son, but I don't like you to be a fool, come back quickly."

"Okay, grandpa." Ye Chang asked that he hung up the phone this time, not daring to waste his time with his mother. He rushed out of the door and shouted to his mother, "Mom, I have business, let's go first!"

"Hey, ask for a long time-" Zhang Yaping rushed out of the room.

Before she rushed to the door, Ye Changwen closed the door, then ran to the stairs, ran down the stairs, stopped a taxi and left.

Zhang Yaping looked at his son running away and was so angry that he smashed the bricks on the guardrail on the balcony with his fist.

Wang Jingyi stood on the balcony, looking at Ye Changwen's green military uniform gradually fading away below. Her gray eyes became deeper and deeper, as if she was invisible.
To be continued...