The elders were originally preparing to express their approval, but Wang Hui came first: "You... are truly a perfect match for each other!"

He Peiyuan, who was already at the end of her fight, was suddenly embarrassed: "I didn't speak well." Her face turned red and her hands clenched.

"Okay." Xiao Shuxia glared and said firmly: "Very good!"

"Yuanyuan..." Yang Chengyi said gently: "If you can say these words, your mother is the happiest."

Yes, yes, one code equals the other. The Xiao family sisters united to correct some of the girl's views. Whether it was birth, location, study, work, marriage, or the next generation, in all aspects, the fate of He Peiyuan's mother would be different.

Much better than them.

"I haven't seen a bit of meat for several months, but only pumpkins and cucumbers every day..." Xiao Shuyun was so bitter and resentful: "Our father went fishing in the middle of the night and asked a villain to report him. He was arrested and imprisoned for half a month. I was only ten years old in elementary school.

Second and third grade!”

Are you still being caught fishing? That’s a lot of stories. The family can still get caught...

At half past eight o'clock, Yang Chengyi asked his son to divide the last bit of the bottle. The soup on the table had already gone cold. The topic of the ladies had already turned to Boss Wang, a half-relative and half-friend. It was really scary to talk about it, and it was completely contaminating.

Falling into that kind of thing is surprising and heartbreaking to those around me. Although the family is relatively rich and it’s hard to see anything yet, ruin is inevitable. Women don’t just know chicken soup. They educate young people to be vigilant at any time and anywhere.

Wang Hui maintained that she was well-informed, but also suspected that the literary and art circles were not necessarily safer. He Peiyuan reassured her elders, saying that even in the entertainment industry, it was only an isolated phenomenon, and 402 cooperation was about selecting partners, and those with a general level of seriousness and hard work were excluded.

If not, people who are addicted to bad habits will definitely not put much thought into their creations and will obviously go downhill.

After the father and son put down their wine glasses in dissatisfaction with each other, Yang Yun's mother asked for advice and started to clean up first, and received the common courtesy of the Xiao sisters. He Peiyuan did not dare to use too much force and grabbed a plate that was enough for two trips, and she was more skillful than her elders in finding it.

Putting out garbage bags for leftovers and also giving good advice on filtering them first.

With more people and greater strength, the kitchen and dining room were cleaned up in less than a quarter of an hour. Fruits were put on the coffee table, and Yang Jingxing was able to stuff melons. His mother scolded him for not knowing how to get them to Yuanyuan first.

"I can't eat it." He Peiyuan was still wiping her hands: "After you finish eating, I'll give you a small gift."

Yang Jingxing's mouth stopped moving: "...Is there any surprise?"

He Peiyuan nodded slightly, but there was no surprise or shyness on her face, and she was calm.

Everyone else was listening and staring with their ears perked up. Xiao Shuxia couldn't wait the most: "Don't eat it yet... finish it with your hands!"

Putting half of the melon into his mouth, Yang Jingxing wiped his hands with his clothes and stretched out his hand: "Thank you."
Chapter completed!