The meeting was originally nervous, but it was a foregone conclusion like a clear and quiet cloud. Song Qian really couldn't understand it. It was because her parents were really satisfied with Han Ankang's prospective son-in-law. It was because Han Ankang's charm was too great, so that her parents couldn't tell what was wrong with her.

In short, I had prepared a lot of delicious food to entertain Song's mother who had not returned home for a long time. After Han Ankang entered the door, he began to get busy in the kitchen. When Han Ankang had a similar conversation with Song's father, he smiled and said that he could have a meal.

As a guest, Zheng Xiujing saw the sumptuous lunch prepared by Song's mother, and the sound of praise in her mouth was desperately throwing it to Song's mother like she didn't want money. Several of the Chinese praises were repeated several times by him.

While making Song's mother feel overjoyed, she also fell in love with the good sisters of this daughter group. Song's mother naturally likes the sweet and beautiful girl. Moreover, Song Qian has said a lot before about her good relationship with Zheng Xiujing.

As Song's father asked Han Ankang to sit down, Han Ankang, as a guest, would inevitably praise Song's mother's skills. In this regard, Song Qian's mother also felt more and more pleasing to Han Ankang.

On the contrary, Song Qian was a little jealous and said directly: "My mom and dad, you don't know that Brother Han's cooking skills are also very good. When he has the opportunity in the future, he will show his skills to you. I really can't tell, you will flatter my mom, too?"

Regarding Song Qian's revelation, Song's mother felt that her daughter was a bit embarrassing, and glared at Song Qian and said, "You damn girl, you are a guest at the door. Why are you still embarrassed to let the guests cook? Do you still know how to be polite?

However, there are really fewer and fewer young people who can cook now. When Xiaoqian has time to stay at home, I often tell her that if she has time to practice cooking more, she will save herself from going to her husband's house in the future and she will not even be able to cook a meal."

Faced with his mother's criticism, Song Qian said a little arrogantly: "It's okay, at worst, I can let him cook in the future. Anyway, his cooking skills are better than mine. I'm afraid he can't even eat what I cook! Right?"

Looking at Song Qian who showed the little girl's character, Han Ankang also knew that this was Song Qian's disguised appreciation for his consideration in front of her parents! However, a little bit of pride and pride must have Song Qian's heart.

At this moment, Zheng Xiujing said loyally: "Auntie, Song Ma is the best cooking skill among the five of us. When I was in the dormitory, as long as we had no itinerary, our diet was handled by Song Ma. She is much better than me!"

Everyone carried the flower sedan chair. Zheng Xiujing, who became cute again at this time, also intends to add points to Song Qian. After all, she knows very well. As a parent, who doesn’t want to hear words from her children better than others?

After Han Ankang's translation, Song's father, who understood Zheng Xiujing's meaning, also said with a doting face: "This girl cannot praise her, she will be proud of her tail. However, Xiao Han's cooking skills are really a bit beyond my expectations!"

Hearing this, Han Ankang smiled and said, "When I was a child, my grandfather and I lived. My grandfather often had to treat patients who came to the door, and often had no time to prepare meals. So, since I started to cook at the age of eight, I started cooking.

Although the things I made were not very good at edible at that time, my grandfather still praised them a lot. Gradually, I also like the taste of cooking. Now that I have the opportunity, I will cook and cook delicious food to reward myself."

This is very simple, but it touched the people present. After all, a child who is so young has to cook. What an unimaginable thing is for them.

It is said that children of poor people have become families early, and this kind of thing may be common in poor places. But for Song Qian's family, who have lived in cities since childhood, it is difficult for them to imagine the scene at that time.

Han Ankang, who felt that the topic was a bit heavy, hurriedly said, "It's okay, I'm used to it. In fact, I miss the life at that time. Any delicacy must be accompanied by someone who knows how to share to eat.

I believe that this delicious meal carefully prepared by my aunt will definitely be hard to exchange for Xiaoqian. At least I heard Xiujing say that my aunt will send Xiaoqian some specialties from her hometown from time to time. I believe that this taste is hard to exchange for her!"

After talking again, Song's father thought Han Ankang was really good. He smiled and said, "Okay, let's start eating! If you continue chatting, the dishes will be cold. Try the fish cooked by your aunt, and it tastes good.

By the way, Xiao Han should have a drink? Otherwise, let’s have a drink. I was at home with your aunt before, but she didn’t drink. There were so many good wines I saved, and no one shared with me. Should you be able to drink?”

Regarding his father's words, Song Qian couldn't help but smile and said, "Dad, have you been saying that you have a huge amount of money? But I want to tell you that Brother Han has never been drunk when he grows up so old. The day before yesterday, someone in their village treats him, and he drinks alone and the whole village is fine."

When Song's father was surprised when he heard that Han Ankang had such a good alcohol tolerance, he also said happily: "Okay, then we really need to drink it today. The wine sent by my friends has saved a lot, and I'm worried that I can't drink it!"

Facing Song's father was about to get up to get the wine, Han Ankang smiled and said, "I will naturally accompany you when I want to drink. But drinking too much will hurt your body, let alone my uncle is afraid of having mild alcohol fatty liver, right?

After dinner, I will condition you. As long as you pay attention to drinking in moderation, it should be okay. I also brought two bottles of medicinal wine this time. My uncle has time in the future and drink two glasses at supper will help improve the health."

When Song Qian heard this, she knew very well that the medicinal wine was very precious and ordinary people could not buy it. Except for some people close to Han Ankang who could get it from him, it was difficult for others to buy this medicinal wine with money.

It was because she knew that her father was good to drink a few sips that Song Qian asked Han Ankang to put a few bottles of medicinal wine as a gift so that when his father was fine in the future, he could relieve his alcohol addiction without harming his body.

He quickly answered: "Dad, if you have time, you should deal with your wine! If you want to drink wine in the future, I will ask Brother Han to send it to you. However, you will keep these medicinal wines with your mother in the future. This is a real medicinal wine that he has a special offer and is hard to buy even if you have money."

While talking, Song Qian took the initiative to walk to the pile of gifts and took out a bottle of medicinal wine filled with bamboo tubes. Seeing this kind of wine filled with bamboo tubes, Song's father was really curious.

Even Song Qian's mother smiled and said, "Can I drink this wine too?"

Han Ankang, who answered the conversation, smiled and said, "It is possible to drink it, but if your aunt drinks it, it is enough to have about one or two taels a day. If your uncle says, it is best not to spend three taels per meal. This wine has a strong medicinal effect, and it will be intoxicating if you drink too much. Uncle, why not try it first!"

As he spoke, he took the bamboo tube from Song Qian and stuffed it out. Soon, Song's father smelled a strong smell of medicinal wine, and felt that the wine seemed to be the smell of medicinal wine. He just didn't know how it tasted!

When the wine was poured into the cup and looking at the amber medicinal wine, Song's father also said curiously: "Xiao Han, you can also make medicinal wine. Oh, I forgot that you are studying medicine, so it is normal to know some formulas of medicinal wine.

However, the wine smells so good that it smells so good that it tastes. Although your aunt can drink a few sips, she can’t drink strong wine. This wine shouldn’t be strong, right?”

Perhaps because he felt that his father was nagging, Song Qian said directly: "Dad, Brother Han poured all the wine for you. You can tell everything if you taste it. You have to know that this wine is worth more than a hundred times more than the wines in your cabinet!"

Under Song Qian's coquettishness, Song's father took a small sip. He felt that the wine tasted soft and was indeed easy to eat. Moreover, when the wine entered his stomach, he immediately felt a heat spread throughout his body, making people feel relaxed and happy.

He couldn't help but say, "Good wine!"

Song’s father, who said these two words, also said to Song’s mother: “Drink too, this wine tastes soft and you should be used to drinking it.”

Seeing her mother taking a bite, Song Qian also seemed anxious and said, "Mom, what do you think? Is this wine delicious?"

Looking at her daughter's eagerness, Song's mother said incongruously: "Girl, I haven't married yet, I just keep saying Xiao Han's good. You are not afraid, we parents are jealous!"

When one sentence attracted Song Qian's shyness, Han Ankang also explained in time the ingredients in this medicinal wine. In addition, he also emphasized that it is best not to flow into the wine outside, just drink it by your own family.

As Song Qian said, ordinary people can’t drink this kind of wine at all. Nowadays, many old men from aristocratic families in Beijing can use this wine as a holy wine. They urge Wu Xing to ask him to ask Han Ankang for wine!

Although Han Ankang has prepared a lot of this wine, he knows that the amount is small, so that people feel cherished. If it is supplied everywhere all year round, others will not cherish this wine too much. After all, drinking this wine in moderation is better for the body.

After hearing these words, Song's father really realized that these inconspicuous cartridges of medicinal wine might be the most precious gift among these gifts. Through these words, he really knew that Han Ankang was really good at hand!

However, thinking about Han Ankang's background and having friendship with the elderly in the aristocratic families in the capital is also easy to understand. To be able to have such a prospective son-in-law, I have to say that Song Qian has a good vision.

But he didn't know now that this Jung Soo-jing, who accompanied her daughter home to visit, was also Han Ankang's woman. In addition to Jung Soo-jing, there were nine girls sharing Han Ankang's love.

If he knew all this, would he still think that becoming Han Ankang's father-in-law was a very flirting thing? It's really hard to know. After all, this was not something that polygamy was in ancient times that was incorrect in ethical traditions!

No matter what, the first meal at the Song family, accompanied by Han Ankang's medicinal wine and decent conversations, Song Qian's parents were also very happy. They unanimously felt that this son-in-law was very good and was indeed worthy of their baby girl.
Chapter completed!