Seeing his own mother being so exaggerated, Chen Zhu didn't know how to evaluate her.

Finally, Mao Xiaoqin chose a long purple woolen skirt, which was perfect for this season, but it was too solemn and made her look like a mother-in-law attending her son's wedding.

This situation continued, so that the next morning, Chen Zhu wanted to sleep in, but was woken up at around 9 o'clock.

"I don't need to have breakfast."

Chen Zhu rubbed his eyes and said.

"I'm not calling you to eat."

Mao Xiaoqin pursed her lips and said, "I want you to get up and take a bath so that you can go meet people refreshed."

"Do you still need to go out of your way to take a shower?"

Chen Zhu smiled bitterly and shook his head. In the eyes of his mother, is this really a blind date?

However, Chen Zhu also had a good temper. He didn't want to talk back to his mother over trivial matters at home. He heated up a glass of milk in the microwave and ate two pieces of bread. He actually took his clothes and took a shower.

After everything was packed up, I heard my parents discussing what gifts to bring in the living room.

This kind of family-style gathering of friends usually brings something with them. In the past, when they had dinner with Zhao Yuanyuan's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Chen would also bring boxes of tea or cakes.

"Just bring whatever you want."

Compared to Mao Xiaoqin's positivity, Chen Peisong seemed very calm, although he was also urged to shave his beard.

"Why don't you care at all? This is a big deal for Chen Zhu!"

Mao Xiaoqin complained about her husband while rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for gifts.

Chen Peisong sighed: "Chen Zhu is only a freshman, you can't let him get married right after graduation."

"That's best!"

Mao Xiaoqin said disapprovingly: "Nowadays, in families with good conditions, children get married earlier and live happier lives in the future. After young people have experienced stumbling blocks in society, they have a lot of thorns in their hearts and feel dissatisfied everywhere."

"

"Ouch!"

Chen Zhu thought to himself that Queen Mother Mao also had a lot of research on the psychology of marriage and love among young people.

In fact, in places like hospitals, especially tertiary hospitals with thousands of people, gossip is much more serious than within the system or the company. There are all kinds of news about marriages, divorces, cheating, and domestic violence almost every day.

However, Chen Peisong is still more Buddhist. It's not that he doesn't care about his son, but he just feels in his heart that his "daughter-in-law" has a better choice.

Finally, Mao Xiaoqin found a bag of home-grown rice from Heyuan and dried fish from Wanlv Lake from the storage room at home, which were sent by her grandparents and uncles.

Chen Zhu just took a glance and knew that his mother was still very powerful.

There are many ways to give gifts. Let's just take today's example. Given Song Zuomin's status, it is estimated that he is tired of receiving tea, supplements, tobacco and alcohol, etc.

If Mao Xiaoqin had mentioned these things, Song Zuomin would most likely have said, "You are so polite," and would have taken it enthusiastically, but he might not have taken it seriously at all.

But Mao Xiaoqin brought these things that could not be bought outside--Chen's grandpa and grandma made them purely natural and handmade. Song Zuomin should be able to feel the thought alone.

In addition, there is another meaning. This is something sent by my family, and I am bringing it to you now, which also means that I hope to "become a family" with you.

If Chen Zhu hadn't been reborn, he would definitely not be able to understand his mother's true intentions.

In fact, after Chen Zhu was reborn, he also wondered, my parents are both human spirits, why did I get married so late?

Later, during countless reflections before going to bed, Chen Zhu slowly remembered that Lao Chen and Queen Mother Mao had done their best in introducing the target, but he was very uncooperative back then.

"I'll get it."

Thinking of this, Chen Zhu felt a little guilty, so he walked over and took the initiative to help his mother carry the rice bag downstairs.

"Then be careful."

Mao Xiaoqin glanced at her husband quite proudly, as if to say, "Did you see that even my introverted son took the initiative?"

Chen Peisong was worried and didn't speak. According to his understanding, didn't his son prefer the little girl from Sichuan and Chongqing?

…

The place for lunch is "Bingsheng Mansion", a Michelin-starred restaurant that specializes in light Cantonese cuisine.

Song Zuomin had already reserved a seat in advance. After Chen Zhu and his family of three entered the box, Song Zuomin and the others had not come over yet.

This is because Queen Mother Mao was too anxious and worried about being late.

Mao Xiaoqin's thinking is very clear. He is a son, so his attitude in the early stage should be lower.

Besides, for such a good girl like Wei Wei, even from a "mother-in-law" perspective, she can't find a single fault.

The three of them drank tea for a while, and not long after, they heard a "creak" as the door was pushed open, and Song Zuomin, a tall, handsome man with a successful career, walked in gracefully.

The floor manager who had been guiding us was a middle-aged woman in her 40s, and her eyes were almost blown away by Song Zuomin.

"The type of man that middle-aged and elderly rural women like most."

Chen Zhu sighed inwardly, and on the surface he followed his parents politely and stood up to greet them.

Song Shiwei followed her father. She was wearing a white hooded sweatshirt. If you weren't paying attention, it would be hard to spot the "Dior" logo on the chest. The stone-washed blue jeans made her long legs straight and slender. Her hair was combed into a half-high ponytail.

The plain white Hao wears the Cartier blue balloon on his wrist.

What she wore today was more youthful than what she wore at school.

His face no longer has the cold and cold expression that would block people from thousands of miles away. Although he still doesn't speak much, his contours are soft, his complexion is fair, and his eyes under the long and curved eyelashes are clear and translucent with a hint of rareness.

Gentle.

“Wei Wei is here.”

Mao Xiaoqin really liked Song Shiwei. She immediately walked over and stretched out her hand to hold Song Shiwei's hand.

Song Shiwei's eyes flickered, and he glanced at Chen Zhu and found that he was smiling and not saying a word. Although he was a little uncomfortable, he still let Mao Xiaoqin lead him and sit down.

A flash of surprise flashed across Song Zuomin's face. He knew very well what kind of character his daughter had.

"Because you are in love with Chen Zhu, can you even accept it?"

After Song Zuomin returned to Guangzhou, he actually chatted with his daughter for a while.

He heard from his wife that his daughter was in love with Chen Zhu, and that his daughter would not even go to Qingbei because of this brat. Lu Man also guessed that Chen Zhu was with Song Shiwei because of his family background...

Regarding these words, because Song Zuomin had been in contact with Chen Zhu, he felt that they were slanders made by his wife in anger.

Sure enough, during the chat between father and daughter later, Song Shiwei denied that it was because Chen Zhu did not go to Qingbei, and she shook her head indifferently that Chen Zhu only contacted her because of his family background.

However, regarding the news of dating Chen Zhu.

Song Shiwei hesitated for a while but did not deny it.

Song Zuomin knew as soon as he saw this reaction that his daughter really liked Chen Zhu!

Of course, Song Zuomin is not a pervert. He will not ask for details, he will just confirm that this matter exists.

Now looking at the intimate look of his daughter and Mao Xiaoqin holding hands, Song Zuomin, who thought he had adjusted his mentality well, found that it was still very delicious.

It's like a girl raised in the palm of your hand becomes someone else's family from now on.

However, Song Zuomin has experienced many storms and has a strong psychological quality. He smiled and handed over the gift box in his hand and said: "When I was having a meeting in the capital a while ago, a friend gave me Changbai Mountain snow ginseng and a thermos cup."

"Thermos cup?"

Chen Zhu suddenly raised his head.

"right."

Song Zuomin looked at Chen Zhu and said with a smile: "Weiwei said in the morning that you don't even have a usable thermos cup in school, so I specially found one to give it to you."

"ah……"

Chen Zhu suddenly didn't know what to say. He couldn't help but remember that when he was in the library, he wanted to drink water from Song Shiwei's thermos cup.

But that was just a joke. Song Shiwei wouldn't take it seriously, right?

Besides, I don’t need anything now!

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Chapter completed!