Zhao Chenghai shook his hand in a hurry: "Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Xiang, this girl and Zhenhua are classmates, not daughter-in-law!"

Liu Zhi smiled and whispered: "After the New Year, I will be my daughter-in-law!"

"You can't talk nonsense, you really can't talk nonsense, it ruined the reputation of other classmates." Zhao Chenghai hurriedly took out a cigarette and sent it around like begging for mercy.

Zhao Chenghai was ninety-nine points satisfied with this little tailor, but he was dissatisfied with a little bit of glitz!

This point accounted for 99% of the weight, which made Zhao Chenghai reject the tailor in his heart.

The current situation also made Zhao Chenghai very nervous.

He felt that he should take the initiative first, and he should break up the son and the young tailor before he could make it clear!

...

Jung Kexiang returned to the front room and helped Zhenhua's mother cook openly, talking and laughing.

Cuihong's heart was like a dense feeling. When she did her work, she felt strong and her whole body was filled with strength.

While working, Cuihong paid attention to Jungkexiang's behavior.

She found that Jung Kexiang was not only sensible, but also very good at rural housework. She was calm and organized when doing things, and she was definitely a kind of family management!

As the saying goes, mother-in-law looks at son-in-law, and the more you look at son-in-law, the more interesting it becomes. The same thing is the mother-in-law's mind when looking at daughter-in-law.

Cuihong saw every move of Jung Kexiang, and the more he looked at him, the more he became more satisfied, constantly giving Jung Kexiang points.

With the added points, the points were always added. At the end, Cuihong discovered that the best in the sky and the earth, the best in the past! Even the fairy in the heavens and fairies, Chang'e in the moon could not catch up with the ones of Zhang Kexiang!

But thinking that Jung Kexiang already had a partner, Cuihong's heart felt uncomfortable as if she was caught by a cat...

Chunlan has already had winter vacation, and she was so happy to see Jung Kexiang coming to visit. Following Jung Kexiang, Sister Kexiang kept calling.

Zhao Zhenhua walked around here and there, like a dog, he was basically doing nothing.

Zhenhua can't deal with the matter that Director Dun's words now. He has to wait until the pig slaughtering rice is eaten and the guests have dispersed before he can understand the situation and start solving it.

It was half past four, and the matter in the backyard was basically over.

Zhao Chenghai walked from the backyard and said loudly: "Zhenhua, go to Dayaozhuang and invite Secretary Zheng and Master Zheng to dinner. Let them come and have dinner right away! By the way, will Director Du come tonight?"

"No!"

Speaking of Director Shi, Zhenhua remembered the trouble his father caused. He answered angrily, and still rode Wang Xiang’s bicycle to Dayaozhuang.

Zheng Huailiang is not at home.

The old master was very happy and agreed without hesitation.

Zhenhua returned home first, cleaned up the table and bench, placed wine glasses and chopsticks, and prepared to entertain guests.

Cuihong walked over and slapped her son on the shoulder, gritted her teeth and cursed, "Little bastard, I'll deal with you again tonight!"

"Mom, why are you dealing with me?" Zhenhua was puzzled.

"Let's talk about it after dinner!" Cuihong smiled and angry, with a strange expression on her face.

Zhenhua was very depressed, took a look at the loophole, walked to the stove, and asked Jung Kexiang who was burning the fire: "Hey, old classmate, did my mother tell you something?"

"No, just talk about some family matters." Jung Kexiang raised her face and said.

"Then my mom... why did she want to deal with me for no reason?" Zhenhua felt even more strange.

I asked Chunlan again, but I didn't know what to do.

Before it was dark, the pig-killing rice was ready.

Two large pots of rice noodles steamed pork, two large pots of tofu burn blood, and served them hotly. Add other meat dishes, vegetarian dishes, hot dishes, cold dishes, and a table full of them.

But how to sit on the seat made Cuihong take a lot of thought.

Logically speaking, treating Jung Kexiang as her prospective daughter-in-law should be arranged to be the first person on the east side of the Eight Immortals table. After all, the first time someone is here to have a meal, so only in this way can they show their importance to her.

But Jung Kexiang is a girl's house and she can't sit still there alone, so she must have Zhenhua be by her side.

In this way, the seats will be difficult to deal with, and some elders will inevitably be squeezed under the Eight Immortals Table.

Below is the younger generation sitting, so it is too unreasonable to let the elders sit there.

After hesitation, Cuihong decided to let her husband sit down and pour wine!

How old is Liu Zhigao younger? You can also feel aggrieved below.

However, Zhao Chenghai seemed to have never expected this matter and arranged the guests to sit down.

The old master and the two old men in the village sat on the top.

Wang Xiang and Liu Zhigao sat in the east.

Two other villagers sat on the west side, empty below, leaving Zhenhua to come up to pour wine.

Cuihong hurriedly pulled her husband out of the back door and asked in a low voice: "Where did you make this arrangement for Kexiang?"

Zhao Chenghai frowned and said, "Let her and Zhenhua sit in the lower wings."

"The older I get, the more confused I am. I'm going back to life. I'm here for the first time, so why do you let me sit down?" Cuihong glared at her husband, but couldn't handle the situation in front of her.

Zhao Chenghai also glared: "What should I do? Should I let the old master come down and let her sit in the upper head?"

Cuihong was speechless for a moment and was so anxious that she stamped her feet.

Zhao Chenghai walked back into the house and said to Zhenhua: "Zhenhua, let your classmate sit over and have dinner, you two... just sit together."

Jung Kexiang stood by the stove, shook her hand and smiled, "I won't sit on the seat, uncle, you elders, drink with me, don't worry about me."

Wang Xiang turned his head and smiled, "Girl, do you still have stage fright and fear of being accused of having sex in the town? Come and sit down and come with Zhenhua!"

Jung Kexiang just shook her hand and smiled: "I really don't sit on the table. You elders, hurry up and have a bar, the food is cold."

Cuihong walked over, hugged Jung Kexiang's shoulders, and said, "Child, no matter what, you have to go to the table tonight. Otherwise, the aunt will never be able to live up to her life! You are not less staked than others, your nose, less eyes, what are you afraid of?"

Jung Kexiang panicked, hurriedly resisted, and said, "Auntie, you must have me take the seat, I'm going back now!"

For a moment, the two of them were tugging and tugging, and they were going back and forth, just like a competition.

Zhenhua smiled bitterly and said to his mother: "Mom, don't force me. I won't sit on the seat. Let's eat a little below."

But Jung Kexiang pushed Zhenhua and said, "You go and sit down, you guys drink, don't worry about us."

Zhenhua smiled apologetically at Jung Kexiang, sat on the bench at the bottom and poured wine for everyone.

After all, Jung Kexiang didn't sit in the seat and talked to Chunlan in Chunlan's small room.

Wang Xiang and others also started to eat and drink, and they kept drinking, making noise and loud noises.

The quarrel was till after eight o'clock, and the pig-killing banquet ended, and everyone dispersed.

Jung Kexiang hid in Chunlan's room and had dinner with Chunlan. When she saw the guests leaving, she came over and helped Zhenhua's mother clean up the table, pots, bowls and stoves.

Zhenhua said, "Old classmate, it's getting late, so I'd better send you back."

"Don't worry, wait until I wash the dishes before leaving." Jung Kexiang said.

Cuihong stopped Zhang Kexiang and said, "Child, since you are going back, the aunt won't keep you. Let Zhenhua send you early."

Jungkexiang said a few polite words, finally nodded, took off her sleeves and prepared to return to town.

Zhenhua looked at his father and said, "Dad, don't sleep. I'll come back later and I'll tell you something."

Zhao Chenghai frowned: "What's the matter?"

"Let's talk about it when I come back." Zhenhua pushed on Wang Xiang's bicycle.

Jung Kexiang said goodbye to Zhenhua's parents and went out with Zhenhua.

Cuihong was sent out of the door and then to the entrance of the village before turning back.

When he got home, Cuihong immediately glared at her husband: "How did you arrange the seats tonight? Even if Kexiang doesn't sit on the seat, you have to say polite words at least!? Look at this incident tonight, how wronged the other child is!"

Zhao Chenghai glared: "I just can't speak. Why is the little tailor wronged? I don't think she is smiling?"

Cuihong became even more unhappy and raised her voice and said, "As the saying goes, raise your head to marry your daughter, bow your head to marry your wife. Ke Xiang is here for the first time to have a meal. This is the gift for your Zhao family!"

Zhao Chenghai turned his face and looked at the gable and said coldly: "My old Zhao family is just like this. Didn't you marry you in the house back then?"

"You--!" Cuihong glared at her husband and went to clean up the pot angrily.
Chapter completed!