Chapter 504

In the yard, George took a stack of drawing paper and saw Yan Tao coming out to meet him. "Yan, I forgot the painting I gave you."

The young man in white took the painting and glanced down.

George's strokes are simple and clear, but only a few strokes outline the charm of youth.

Yan Tao's peach blossom eyes smiled and praised, "the painting is very good, thank you."

The two chatted casually. A burst of rice fragrance came out of the kitchen. Mother Jiang came out with vegetables and called them to eat.

"Grandma, you can eat this dish as a pickle."

Yantao took a taste and frowned slightly. Did the little old lady throw in a jar of salt?

Mrs. Jiang stretched out her chopsticks and took a bite. The old man's taste will decline partially. She tasted the taste just right, and proudly hummed, "some eat well, but also pick!"

The little old lady said: praise is OK, criticism is unacceptable.

Liu Cheng took a bite of food and paused in her eyes. Mrs. Jiang turned her head and asked with a smile, "how's it going?"

"Well... It's delicious," Liu Cheng tried to hypnotize himself. "It's much better than what I ate abroad."

Mrs. Jiang smiled happily and narrowed her eyes. She happily picked a big chopstick for her son and put it in his bowl. "If you like to eat, eat more. It's not enough in the pot."

Liu Cheng

He bowed his head with difficulty.

The young man in white in the opposite has curved eyebrows and eyes, and the bottom of his eyes is full of schadenfreude. He fell down the well and said, "yes, grandma makes delicious food, so you can eat more."

Liu Cheng's eyebrows trembled.

As the old saying goes, dead friends don't die.

He raised his eyes and showed a loving expression. "Peaches are growing up. You have to eat more. You see how thin you are. How distressed dad is."

With that, Liu Cheng picked a big chopstick dish for Yan Tao. He was full of concern and said in a very gentle tone, "eat more."

Xiao Qi: Master, you are definitely a family!

Yantao: shut up!

Mrs. Jiang cooked eight dishes, but only one or two were too salty. The rest were actually OK.

After dinner, Mrs. Jiang cut a plate of fruit and put it out.

The parents said: to have a "family conversation", master Yan directly occupied the best seat - the wooden recliner and leaned lazily under the tree.

In the cool autumn wind, George was inspired. He took out his drawing board and brush, put them in the corner of the courtyard, and fell into the world of his own creation.

Mrs. Jiang moved out two small Mazars and sat with Liu in rows. The old man's eyes turned, "children don't know how to respect the old at all!"

Young master Yan put his slender legs together lazily, threw a peanut into his mouth, smiled and turned his head, and said, "grandma, it's good for the old man to exercise more. I'm for you."

Mrs. Jiang hummed and Gu lowered her head to embroider clothes.

Liu Cheng reluctantly changed his posture, stretched out his legs and looked at the teenager with a smile on his lips. "Peach, I haven't congratulated you on taking the first place in Jiang Province."

He was abroad, but he always paid attention to Yan Tao's situation.

He saw all the videos on the new blog and put them on his mobile phone.

Yan Tao is extremely proud that he can grow into what he is today.

Yan Tao: "Oh."

The young man's reaction was cold, and Liu Cheng didn't feel embarrassed. He smiled politely and talked about his experience abroad at will.

Liu Cheng is a man with rich experience. His conversation is humorous and funny. Mother Jiang inserts a sentence or two from time to time, and the atmosphere is gradually harmonious.

It seems that there has never been a difference in these eight years.