Hearing this, Chen Yunyun was stunned.
She turned her head and glanced at the child, her eyes instantly softened.
"Okay, I'll clip it for you."
The little girl thought for a while and made a milky sound.
"Thank you Yunyun."
This skill is about learning and selling now.
Chen Yunyun smiled and said, "You're welcome."
The little girl held a bowl and took small bites of rice. She glanced at Chen Yunyun, then at the food, then at Wang Yuhe, and finally at Jiang Nian.
He seemed a little curious as to why the elder brother didn't speak.
Because the eldest brother needs to eat, don't force him to test you on arithmetic questions.
Jiang Nian was indifferent to this and just wanted to eat.
The traditional wedding banquet dishes in small hotels in the county are different from the traditional dishes in the countryside in Xiaolongtan. The gentlemen in the county have three heights, so the taste is lighter.
However, he still prefers big fish and meat. Because he is a senior in high school, he has no taboos.
The naughty boy at the next table was already standing on the chair, holding up his chopsticks and shouting loudly. There was a white jade plate playing house, red, white, thin, and broken.
Jiang Nian withdrew his gaze and looked towards himself.
Well, the years are quiet and peaceful.
Jiang Nian focused on picking up the food. Although there was a table of food in front of him, he could only pick up a small amount distributed in a fan shape in front of him. He always followed the rules.
There was no old man at the table, and several young people were playing with their mobile phones.
The only child was there quietly, picking at the rice in his bowl.
Even the grains of rice that fell on the table would be twisted up, and she asked Chen Yunyun where there was a trash can.
It's actually a bit too normal to be normal.
People just can't live too smoothly, it's too cheap.
Jiang Nian himself wanted to make a scene.
Yunyun, I want to eat this! I want to eat this! (Twisting and crawling) (Smashing the dinner plate) (Overturning the table)
After a while, Wang Yuhe typed a message on his cell phone to Jiang Nian.
"Jiang Nian, help me turn that dish over there."
She didn't want to transfer because she was embarrassed.
"No, I'm too lazy to turn." Jiang Nian refused decisively, "Turn by yourself. Remember to stop your elbow in front of me after turning."
"You..." Wang Yuhe was almost furious, and still typed Nunuo, "please transfer it for me, and I'll say thank you to you."
"No need, because I am quite mean."
The rules in Zhennan are relatively strict. Basically, adults turn tables. Or if a child makes a request, the adults turn tables with a doting look on their face. High school students basically stay awkward and say nothing.
In fact, if Jiang Nian were Wang Yuhe.
He would ask the child at the table what he wanted to eat, no matter what the little girl said.
First, he secretly turned the dish he wanted to eat in front of him, took a pair of chopsticks and asked again.
As time went by, the table started to turn.
However, there are no old or medium-sized players at this table, and no one will show off because of some rules.
After all, times have changed, and young people only abide by public order and good customs.
Even so, before Jiang Nian started eating at the table, they still made a tacit agreement to wait for the oldest person, who was about 27 or 28 years old, to move his chopsticks before he began to freely pick up the dishes.
Wang Yuhe was so angry that he gritted his teeth and wanted to change the table.
But as soon as my hand came close to the glass turntable, it was like hanging a thousand-pound pendant.
There was no way to stretch forward any further, and my hand dropped weakly.
Chen Yunyun couldn't stand it anymore and just wanted to ask.
Suddenly, I heard movement in front of me, and when I looked up, I saw that it was the bride and groom coming to toast.
Someone walked over from the front and seemed to be leaving the hotel.
Chen Yunyun didn't care at first. But after a quick glance, she found that the person looked familiar.
When I took a closer look, I was stunned. The person in front of me smelling of alcohol was the head teacher!
She suddenly panicked. Although she didn't know what she was panicking about, she did feel guilty.
"Jiang Nian."
Jiang Nian was still observing whether Wang Yuhe had the courage to turn the table when he suddenly heard someone calling him.
"Um?"
Chen Yunyun was speechless as she looked at her head teacher who was getting closer and closer. Jiang Nian noticed that something was wrong with her expression.
Following his gaze and looking back, he also saw Old Liu.
To be precise, it was Lao Liu whose face was red.
The blush of middle age is better than any devotion to work.
You have classes in the first period of the afternoon!
What are you doing?
Under Chen Yunyun's shocked gaze, Jiang Nian stood up directly.
She thought Jiang Nian was going to run away or avoid the class teacher, so she felt slightly relieved.
After all, no one can tell clearly about this situation.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Nian advanced instead of retreating, and with a helping hand, Lao Liu was arrested.
"Okay, teacher, are you so drunk?"
Lao Liu was having a happy wedding today, and the groom was a good personal friend of his.
He remained single until he was in his thirties before getting married. His parents were extremely happy.
Old Liu Gang was a little drunk and planned to go to the front desk to get a hot towel.
Suddenly a man appeared next to him, and the teacher's words almost scared him into impotence.
Not only are students afraid of meeting teachers outside school, some teachers also don't want to meet students outside school.
Especially when I have classes in the afternoon and I get drunk again.
After all, no one can tell clearly about this situation.
"Jiang Jiangnian, why are you here?"
"Let's have a wedding banquet. Doesn't the teacher have a class in the afternoon?" Jiang Nian struck directly and started questioning his soul, "The first class in the afternoon, the teacher is so drunk."
"Ah, you don't know something." Old Liu was a bit tongue-tied, but he was still sober, "Teacher, I won't get drunk after a thousand cups, this is just a small amount."
"Teacher, I think you are about to fall."
"Nonsense."
"By the way, teacher, where are you going?"
"Get one from the front desk. Uh."
"Hot towels, right? Come on, teacher, I'll help you over. I just want one too."
Chen Yunyun opened her mouth slightly and watched Jiang Nian take the class teacher away. When Jiang Nian came back again, he had four more towels in his hand.
Yang Qiming was half full when the person next to him opened a pack of cigarettes and started to scatter them.
He took it and clamped it on his ear.
Huang Cailang didn't realize it, so he took a cigarette and put it in his ear.
I don’t know what the use is, and he doesn’t know how to smoke, but it’s definitely good to imitate others.
"Which family are you from? (Dialect)" The old man's hair was white and he took a sip of white wine. "You are really old and you don't recognize any of the younger people."
Yang Qiming thought about it and gave his biological father's name.
The old man looked confused and shook his head.
"I don't remember."
Suddenly, Yang Qiming realized something and had an idea.
"My grandfather is Yang Junmin."
"Ah! I recognize your grandpa." The old man suddenly realized and put down his wine glass and said, "Back then, I had something I liked, but your grandpa took it away."
Hiss~~ Huang Cailang took a deep breath.
He turned around and looked at Yang Qiming, wondering, Brother Yang, was his grandfather so fierce back then?
It doesn't matter, just eat a few more bites.
So, Yang Qiming was in charge of chatting, and Huang Cailang took the opportunity to eat hard.
Huang Cailang was eating happily when his leg was suddenly patted under the table.
After he was interrupted, he looked up and saw that Yang Qiming's face looked strange.
The other party kept telling him to look at his phone with his eyes, so he opened it and took a look.
Yang: "Fuck, I ate at the wrong table."
Huang Cailang was confused, thinking to himself, wasn't Brother Yang just chatting happily with the old man?
He was typing anxiously with one hand under the table, and hurriedly picked up another piece of steamed pork with the other hand.
"Brother, what's going on?"
Yang: "Go out and talk, the wind is blowing hard."
On the table, the middle-aged man saw that the old man was almost done with his cigarettes and subconsciously reached for the lighter.
"Eh? Where's my lighter?"
"I guess it fell to the ground. I have it here." Another middle-aged man said, pulling out a cigarette, "Old man, I will light it for you."
Seeing that everyone at the table was focusing on the person who lit the cigarette, Yang Qiming stood up and Huang Cairang also stood up.
"Where is the toilet here?"
"Brother, it should be over there."
The two of them slipped away and walked out of the banquet hall.
In the deserted corridor, Huang Cailang breathed a long sigh of relief, and his tense body finally relaxed.
"Brother, it was so thrilling just now."
Yang Qiming smiled slightly and said contemptuously.
"On the contrary."
Under Huang Cailang's confused gaze, Yang Qiming opened his clenched fists.
I saw his palm open, slowly revealing a plastic lighter!
"What the hell?"
Shocked, Huang Cairang looked back at the banquet and sighed.
"Brother, let's go."
"Let's go?" Yang Qiming glanced at his younger brother, "Are you full?"
"No."
"That's alright, let's go and have dinner with me."
"But we are not just."
"Of course it's the other side. Why don't you eat if you gave me money?" Yang Qiming snapped his fingers. In fact, he wasn't full either.
"Let's go, let's eat somewhere else."
At the wedding banquet, Zeng You suddenly put down his chopsticks and patted his face.
Bang bang bang.
This abstract move caught Wu Jungu's attention. He turned to look at him doubtfully and asked.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, I really can't stay up late." Zeng You shook his head, "I just heard the voices of Yang Qiming and Huang Cairang, and I have already begun to hallucinate."
Wu Jun was speechless and looked around.
"It's possible that they really came, but we just didn't see them."
"Okay, I'll go take a look." Zeng You stood up and left his seat and said, "Halfway through the banquet, they must still be there, they should be near us."
Wu Jungu thought this was a bit neurotic, but when he thought of Zeng You, he thought it was very reasonable.
"Then go ahead."
After a while, Zeng You came back sweating profusely. When he sat down, his face turned pale.
"No, I didn't even see anyone from our school, but..."
"Uh, maybe it's an auditory hallucination." Wu Jungu didn't care much and continued to eat calmly.
"I'm done, I'm about to die." Zeng You swallowed and sighed, "I don't have any inheritance, so I'll give you those two large power banks."
Wu Jungu: "."
He is a person with a gentle personality. He doesn't know how to comfort others. He struggled for a long time before he could say something.
"That's it for now, let's eat first."
Huang Cailang followed Yang Qiming, listened to his name and prepared to score twice.
I actually got in successfully.
The waiter led the way attentively and turned around.
"Those tables are full, but there is a table over there that is less crowded."
"Okay, thank you." Yang Qiming said.
"You're welcome."
Huang Cailang followed behind with his head down, and couldn't help but silently give Yang Qiming a thumbs up. He thought to himself that Brother Yang is indeed a person who has seen big scenes, and he always handles things calmly.
"This way, we're here," the waiter said.
Yang Qiming was still smiling and was about to say thank you.
Chapter completed!