"It smells so good. Who cooked the meal today?" Meng's father put down the things in his hand, changed his shoes and said.

Meng's mother walked out of the kitchen and said, "Xiao Jiang made it today."

Meng's father frowned, Xiao Jiang? Which Xiao Jiang? He didn't say anything and walked towards the kitchen. At the door, he saw Jiang Yang and Meng Wanqiu talking and laughing, and his eyes suddenly became sharp. He looked Jiang Yang up and down, as if he wanted to see through him.

Meng's mother pulled Meng's father and whispered: "Don't show others the face."

Meng's father frowned and said, "How could he come here?"

Meng's mother said, "I called me, why?"

"You don't have to be so anxious, right? Wanqiu is still young. What if you meet someone wrong?" said Meng's father.

"What are you thinking! Don't worry, she has to grasp the happiness of Wanqiu by herself, and I will not force her." Meng Mu said.

"But what happened to that kid?" said Meng's father.

"I just met my classmate on the way, and it was my late Qiu again, so I invited him home for a meal." Meng's mother rolled her eyes.

Meng's father nodded and said, "Okay, then I won't show that boy's face."

"I don't know you yet, but I feel uncomfortable when I see my daughter approaching another man." Meng's mother smiled.

"Hmph! I'm still happy that my daughter, whom I have raised for more than 20 years, is going to be stolen by someone else?" said Meng's father.

"You have a good idea, you are right. Go and take a shower quickly, and see your sweat." Meng Mu said.

Meng's father nodded and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

...

Jiang Yang brought out the prepared dishes, and Meng Wanqiu and his family sat on the table.

"Xiao Jiang, stop busy, come and have a meal." Meng's mother greeted.

"Oh! OK!" Jiang Yang sat on the table.

Meng's father said nothing, obviously dissatisfied with Jiang Yang, a boy who wanted to give his own cabbage. Of course, this was what Meng's father thought. In fact, Meng Wanqiu and Jiang Yang are still innocent now. Jiang Yang never thought about being with Meng Wanqiu, but the same thing, he could not give other girls happiness now.

Jiangyang made four dishes and one soup, all of which were home-cooked dishes. In fact, Meng's mother prepared seafood and other things, but Jiangyang knew nothing about seafood. Even when eating, he only ate some seafood when he went to a buffet. So he did not use the seafood ingredients prepared by Meng's mother.

The four dishes are braised beef, sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed sea bass and vinegar tenderloin. The soup is seaweed and egg flower soup. Fortunately, Meng's mother likes to study cuisine on weekdays, and the ingredients are rich.

In addition to the dishes made by Jiangyang, the highlight of the dinner table is the mooncakes made by Meng Mu. There are all kinds of fillings, and the ingredients used are as good as possible.

The outer crust of the mooncake is very crisp and the filling is rich. It is unforgettable to take a bite. There are many types of mooncakes, including the most traditional five-nut filling, including bean paste, egg yolk, jam, fresh meat, beef, etc.

It’s also not big, it’s very small, otherwise Jiangyang wouldn’t be able to eat.

Meng's mother praised Jiang Yang's craftsmanship and kept saying it was delicious. Jiang Yang was embarrassed to praise him and could only smile modestly. Meng Wanqiu looked around and didn't speak, smiling with a pursed lips. Meng's father was wearing a dark face, eating alone, and feeling sulky.

Others say that watching the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, eating moon cakes under the moonlight during the Mid-Autumn Festival and chatting with your family is the moon viewing.

Meng's father is also an elegant person. He would watch the moon on his balcony every Mid-Autumn Festival. This year is no exception. Meng's father hurriedly had a meal and brought moon cakes and a cup of wine to the tea table on the balcony.

Meng's mother joked: "I have to go to the balcony to drink every year, and I say that I am just too idle."

Jiang Yang didn't dare to answer the conversation, but just smiled. Meng's father turned around and said, "What do you know? I'm called Fengya!"

"Bah, it's right to be artful!" Meng's mother said.

"I'm too lazy to tell you, that... Xiao Jiang, are you going to come here for a few drinks?" said Meng's father.

"Okay, but I don't know how to drink, so I'll drink tea to accompany you?" Jiang Yang said.

"There are men who don't drink alcohol, so what kind of tea do they drink!" said Meng's father.

Jiang Yang was a little embarrassed. He was afraid that if he had a glass of white wine, he would be unconscious. He still had a store to open and drink... he might not be suitable. Jiang Yang was thinking about how to refuse politely, but his father Meng said, "Come on, you won't give me any face, right?"

Jiang Yang was a little displeased, but Meng's father was an elder and he couldn't get angry and turned around and left. After thinking for a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, uncle wait for me." What he thought to himself was that at most, he would never drink a drink.

Jiang Yang digs a few bites of rice and puts more things on the base, so it shouldn’t be easy to get drunk.

Sitting opposite Meng's father, there were very few things on the tea table, a cup of wine, two cups, a plate of mooncakes and a plate of peanuts.

Meng's father poured a glass of wine for Jiang Yang, but Jiang Yang didn't move. Meng's father glanced at him and said nothing. There was etiquette at the table. When the elders poured wine, how could the younger generation not sit still? Of course, Jiang Yang didn't understand these things.

After pouring himself another cup, Meng's father said, "Xiao Jiang did not reunite with his family today?"

Jiang Yang's face turned dark and his mood was a little low. He originally watched Meng Wanqiu's family feel happy, but when he thinks of his parents, he feels bad. Now that Meng's father asked about his family again, Jiang Yang naturally won't be in a good mood.

"My parents... are all gone. Because of a car accident..." Jiang Yang said in a low tone.

Meng's father was stunned. He didn't expect this to be the case. He originally thought that Jiang Yang came to Rongcheng alone to work hard, and his parents were both in his hometown, so he asked this question.

"Sorry, I mentioned your sad things." Meng's father apologized.

"It's okay. They have been away for so many years, but I can't help it." Jiang Yang looked at the wine glass, as if there was something peerless delicacy inside.

"Don't think so much about it. The dead are gone, and the living have to continue living. Your parents also hope that you have a wonderful life, rather than immerse yourself in the past. This is probably the same for parents in the world." Meng's father explained. Although the situation deviated from his expectations.

"Thank you, uncle. I think they must be watching me in the sky." Jiang Yang said.

"Come and drink, don't think about those things today." Meng's father said.

When Jiang Yang heard this, he picked up the wine and drank it in one sip. Suddenly, his face turned red and he felt a little drunk between his eyebrows and eyes.

Meng's father looked at Jiang Yang in surprise. He never thought that Jiang Yang had such a small alcohol tolerance.

"Xiaojiang, did you enjoy the moon before?" Meng's father asked.

Jiang Yang was very awake and he was not really drunk yet. He said, "I seemed to have it when I was very young. Later, I moved to Rongcheng, but it seemed that I had never."

"So too. In the past, when the weather was clean with you at that time. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon was always round and bright. The family sat in the courtyard, blowing the breeze at night, watching the moon while chatting. Later... slowly no one watched the moon." Meng's father sighed a little.

"Maybe it's a change in lifestyle." Jiang Yang said softly.

"Yes, you said that your living standards are getting higher and higher, your pace of life is getting faster and faster, and even entertainment is fast food. Every day, you either hold your phone or look at the computer, who has the heart to see the moon in the sky?" said Meng's father.

When Jiang Yang heard this, he smiled bitterly and said, "Even if he wants to see it, he can't see it now!"

Meng's father was stunned and sighed: "Yes, with the development of technology, people's lives are getting better and better, but the environment is getting worse. How many times can I see the stars in the sky now? How many places are there left in that kind of night full of stars? I really don't know if the development of this technology is right or wrong!"

...

Jiang Yang loved reading books when he was alone, and he loved reading all kinds of books, but he didn't like reading textbooks. He had a wide range of knowledge, although he was only a little bit, but it did not prevent him from bragging.

At this moment, we chatted with Meng's father, from history to present, from the ground to the sky. The two chatted aimlessly, and Meng's father completely forgot about his purpose of drinking in Jiangyang.

Very few people can chat with him so happily, especially Jiang Yang often scratches his itchy spots. It's like two stinky chess players playing chess, always having fun.
Chapter completed!