The Road to Slaying God

Finally, the long-awaited meal was cooked and the fragrance was overflowing.

The dining room is the living room, and the living room is the dining room. Soon, a small round table was set up, and the meals were placed one after another. Liu An and Father Liu also took off their apron and sat on the table.

"Hehe, since the two are here, they are our guests of the Liu family. Don't hesitate to come. Come and have a drink with me first."

Father Liu was indeed a model for an excellent husband. He felt the atmosphere was wrong, and immediately activated the atmosphere. He poured a full glass of medicinal wine for the two. The medicinal wine was filled in a glass bottle, which was filled with some medicinal materials and a curly floret. .

"Uncle, I ... I don't drink medicated wine ..." Zhang Yang looked at the little snake with a feeling of vomiting. He was bitten by a snake when he was a child and had a psychological rejection of the snake.

"Well, I don't drink medicinal liquor." When Zhang Yang said it, the army was also relieved.

"Oh, that's a pity, I only have medicated wine here ..." Father Liu smiled kindly.

"Yes, uncle, we are guests. Why not accompany us today? How about drinking white wine?"

Zhang Yang stood up and walked to the food cabinet, took out a bottle of white wine from the pile of gifts and opened it. Suddenly, the whole room was quiet, and several eyes fell on Zhang Yang.

The so-called guest follows the subject, but now Zhang Yang is going the other way, but Zhang Yang's natural expression makes people feel like a guest.

Where does everyone know that Zhang Yang is now a strong man, and he will give people a feeling of focus when he raises his hands. Moreover, his state of mind is very different from the past. He is naturally different in handling many things. To be direct, Zhang Yang In the future, it will only become less and less accommodating to others, but self-centered.

Every true superior rarely cares about the feelings of others.

If it is more serious, this is an impolite behavior, but Zhang Yang does it very naturally.

"Okay, let's accommodate it."

Father Liu carefully poured a few glasses of wine and medicinal wine into the glass bottle, and then took three more glasses out and filled them.

"Eat whatever, you're welcome. Anyway, you are Liu An's friends." Liu's mother clipped chopsticks for Liu An to greet them, with a look of kindness, which was far away from the beginning. His expression is completely different. Obviously, now Liu mother has completely made Zhang Yang a guest.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you!"

"Mom, I'm sorry." Liu An buried his head and dared not look at his mother.

"Stupid child, don't lie to mom in the future. Marriage is a matter of a lifetime, rather than lacking." Mother Liu smiled fondly.

"Auntie, Liu An and I are classmates, but I ..." Duan Jun hurriedly explained.

"Duan Jun, what did we say?" Liu An interrupted Duan Jun's words with a look of anger.

"No, Liu An, this is my only chance. I really like you. I am sincere. You have always regarded me as an ordinary friend. This time you asked me to impersonate your boyfriend. I know this is A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but there was a temporary urgent need to be dealt with, which was delayed for half an hour. After handling it, I rushed over immediately. I also know that Zhang Yang only temporarily replaced my role. I am your real boyfriend. Duan Jun suddenly poured a glass of wine into his mouth, Bai Jing's face looked like a fire, and the hot alcohol provided him with courage.

"Well, needless to say, I said at the beginning that you are no longer qualified." Mother Liu seemed to be very dissatisfied with Duan Jun's destruction of the atmosphere of eating.

"Why? I want to know why!" Duan Jun's temper also seemed stubborn.

"It's simple, you have a car and it's great? Will you come to my house, Liu An, and need to honk the horn downstairs?"

"Ah ..." Duan Jun suddenly died.

"In addition, you know the cause and effect of the matter, and naturally know that Zhang Yang is also fake, but you spare no effort to expose him and want to make him ugly. This kind of character is not suitable for my family.

...

Mother Liu's words were extremely sharp, leaving no room for it. This time, Duan Jun was completely silent, and his eyes were dull.

"Hehe, aunt, interrupt." Zhang Yang laughed.

"Zhang Yang, I can see that you also care about Liu An. When Duan Jun came, you felt very uncomfortable between your eyebrows. Do you also want to know why you are not suitable for Liu An?" Mother Liu smiled cheerfully.

"Mom, Zhang Yang is really uncomfortable?" Liu An's eyes brightened and she looked at her mother in surprise, but her mother gave her a white look and shut up immediately.

"No, I don't want to know, I just want to know how my uncle touched my aunt." Zhang Yang shook his head and smiled at Father Liu.

"This, hehe, I also want to know, she has been reluctant to tell me for so many years." There was a hint of pride in Father Liu's eyes.

"Mom, tell me, I want to know too."

Liu An looked eagerly, obviously, she also wanted to know the secret, even Duan Jun, who was a little bit desperate, also looked at Liu's mother.

"You all want to know?" Mother Liu was flushed, surprised.

"Think!" The four said in unison.

"Then ... Then I will talk ..." Mother Liu paused, as if immersed in the golden years, "I knew your father when I was very young. Remember that time, your father was a quiet person Man rarely talks, he likes to look at me quietly, always looking at me, no matter where I go, I can feel his eyes, I go to work, I go to work, I go to the street ... Your father will Follow me from a distance ... "

"Ah ... you know?" Father Liu, who was nearly fifty, turned flushed.

"Death, do you think voyeurs won't be found?" Mother Liu laughed and cursed.

"I ..." Father Liu's neck was red, and he quickly bowed his head and sipped two meals to conceal his embarrassment.

Almost at the same time, Liu An glanced up at Zhang Yang. When it comes to voyeurism, Zhang Yang is an old hand. However, unlike Father Liu, Zhang Yang voyeurism has no specific goal. In the aristocratic city, almost every girl is Zhang Yang peeping at the target.

Feeling Liu Yan's gaze, Zhang Yang felt that his forehead seemed to be sweating. It was too unexpected. Wen Wenjing's quiet father was also a peeping born person.

"However, your dad is very introverted, and he dare not express it to me. Even, I have to create a chance for him to let him approach me ..." Liu mother's face was ashamed.

"How about it later?" Liu An eagerly said.

"Later, later ... Once I went to your dad's house, your dad invited me to dinner and cook in person ... the food was delicious ..."

"Mom, don't you stammer, okay? You can't finish it all at once?" Liu An was not a patient listener, urging.

"Dead girl, are you so interested in your mother's sex?"

"I'm interested, too ..." Father Liu screamed coldly.

"I said, I said." Mother Liu gently placed the tableware and adjusted her mentality. "At that time, your father asked me if the food was delicious. I said it was delicious. He said that I would give it every day. you do……"

...

There was a silence in the room. This story seemed very plain, but it was also shocking, with a strong love in the plainness.

"Why do you rarely let me cook these years?" Father Liu bowed his head and remained silent for a while, asking in frustration.

"Secret." Mother Liu smiled slyly, and the expression seemed to be back to the naive days.

"I know." Zhang Yang laughed.

"You know?" Again, the four said in unison.

"Yes, I know, but I can only say it with my aunt's consent." Zhang Yang laughed.

"Well, I agree with you, I want to know what you think." Mother Liu thought for a moment.

"There are several reasons. First, my aunt thinks that my uncle's advantages are not many, and cooking is probably the biggest bright spot. In order to maintain his love for his uncle, he doesn't dare to let his uncle cook and eat often. One day is tired of this kind of taste, so keep yourself in a feeling of expectation. Every time my uncle cooks, he will definitely satisfy his aunt greatly, and make her have a strong expectation again ... "

Zhang Yang paused. Suddenly, the room was caught in an atmosphere of extreme uneasiness. Father Liu's face was pale, and Mother Liu tried to speak a few times, but she finally controlled it.

"Oh, uncle, I know you're upset. In fact, you don't have to be upset. A man's life can always make his wife look forward to it. This is already a success, not to mention the second point."

"Well, I listen to the second point." Father Liu's voice was a little hoarse, and the dumb man couldn't forgive his beloved wife for marrying him just because the cooking was delicious.

"Second, this is the most important one. Why doesn't Aunt let you cook often? Except for the first reason, the most important thing is that Aunt married you not because you would cook, but because she loves you. She believes that even if she does n’t eat your meals, she will still love you. You will definitely ask, if you love someone, there must be a reason, huh, sorry, I ca n’t say the reason, love someone, is n’t it? Need a reason! "

"Thank you." Father Liu's eyebrows opened and he gave a grateful glance. He always thought that he was not worthy of his wife.

"Dead old man, didn't you believe me just now?" Mother Liu patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, seeing her husband's expression of loss just now, she was very nervous.

"I ..." Father Liu was shocked. Dare not look into his wife's eyes.

"Punish you for cooking every day starting today, until I get tired of you, huh!"

"Uh-huh, I change tricks every day to make sure you don't get bored." Father Liu laughed

Looking at the thick affection of the couple, Zhang Yang felt extremely warm. He thought of his parents and Liu Biao's parents. It seems that every happy family has amazing similarities.

"Zhang Yang, talk about yourself." Mother Liu asked suddenly.

"Oh, I have nothing to say, my relationship life is a mess." Zhang Yang smiled bitterly.

"Why do you say that?" Liu Mu, who was so scrupulous, immediately noticed the bitterness on Liu An's face.

"I can't say, I can't do this in your realm." Zhang Yang shook his head and refused to talk about himself.

"You ..." Mother Liu frowned, which made her very shameless.

"Beep ..."

"Beep ..."

Mother Liu was about to ask a question, but was smashed by a ringtone on the phone.

"Sorry."

"Take it, it's okay." Mother Liu smiled kindly, inexplicably. She had a good opinion of the young man, although the young man didn't give her face.

"Hello?" Zhang Yang answered the phone. This is Liu Biao's phone number.

"Zhang Yang, are you almost finished?" Liu Biao's voice was full of excitement.

"almost."

"Hey, is your mother-in-law okay?" Liu Biao moved.

"Ahem ... it's not bad ..." Zhang Yang glanced around awkwardly, the phone was too loud, and the room was too quiet, almost all of them could hear it.

"Sister Xiaoqing and I will come to pick you up. We will go to Orange Island for fun in the afternoon. You wait. We will come right away. You can eat faster. I guess you are still eating ...

"Orange Island, I don't know if Liu An will go ..." Zhang Yang looked at Liu An subconsciously.

"I'm going to go!" Liu An leaped.

"All right, let's stay at Liu An's house. Come on, do you know the place?"

"Xiaoqing knows the way, you just have to wait. Uncle Biao, I will make the show bigger to pick you up, quack ..."

Zhang Yanggang was about to ask what the show was, and Liu Biao had hung up.

(To be continued)