MTL - The Road to Slaying God-Chapter 391 Such mother-in-law

Along the way, Liu An kept telling Zhang Yang how to do it, Zhang Yang could only nod his head to promise.

It ’s just that the taxi driver has already heard the clues and can only hold back a smile. In order to control the facial muscles, the whole body is convulsing. There is a feeling of muscle tension in the openness. I want to make his driver laugh, don't let his body break ...

Finally, the taxi stopped in a very old neighborhood.

This community seems to be a unit of a unit. It is estimated that the unit has become a bit commercialized after the disintegration of the unit. The utility rooms below the community are some shops and tea houses. The children flew around and were very elegant. If there were no shops, teahouses and night market stalls in it, the environment would be absolutely first-rate.

"Xiao Liu, come back."

"Koyanagi, is your boyfriend?"

"Oh, Koyanagi is back ..."

"Uh-huh."

"Dasao is good."

"Good old man ... '

"Yes……"

...

After entering the community, the seven aunts and eight aunts greeted Liu An, looking at Zhang Yang with pairs of eyes, extremely sharp, as if they were all peerless masters, Zhang Yang had a feeling of being stripped naked.

Obviously, Liu An grew up here, and almost everyone knew her.

Liu An didn't seem to want to be entangled with these gossip neighborhoods, and he hurriedly walked into the community with Zhang Yang carrying a big bag and small bags. On the way, there were actually a few old women who were faltering, trying to catch up, seeing their speed too. I just gave up, and I saw sweat flowing from my forehead. ***, what kind of community is this ...

There are more than a dozen seven-story old brick-concrete houses in the community. Liu An's home is the penultimate one. Soon, the two got rid of a group of old ladies who tried to catch up and went upstairs.

"Zhang Yang, remember me, you are a rich man!" When walking to the corridor, Liu An seemed a little nervous, patted his full chest, and repeatedly told Zhang Yang.

"Uh-huh, I remember. I'm a rich man. I don't need to pretend. I was a billionaire."

"Would you be serious?" Liu glared and opened his eyes, and the sultry eyes saw Zhang Yang's heart fluttering, his heart beating wildly.

Sometimes, Zhang Yang admires himself very much. He obviously has so many confidantes, and he is an out-of-the-box satyr. However, he still wears a certain virgin hat for so long. It seems that he must find a chance to pick it. Drop this hat.

In fact, Zhang Yang is very contradictory. Whenever the night is quiet, he thinks of a woman who has all the things he wants, but when it comes to face-to-face, it retreats, and even Zhang Yang doubts whether he has any psychology. obstacle.

responsibility!

The reason for responsibility!

I have already got rid of the legal constraints psychologically. When can I get rid of the moral constraints?

Zhang Yang sighed deeply, looking at Liu An's beautiful body upstairs.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

...

The two stood in front of a rusty anti-theft door. They had no electric bells and could only knock on the door. They just knocked slightly, and the rust powder on the door fell.

"Your mother isn't home?" Zhang Yang was glad, if Liu An's parents weren't the best.

"Shhh!" Liu An covered his hand over the cat's eyes and gently attached it to his open ears. "My mother peeks inside the cat's eyes."

"..." Zhang Yang was suddenly stunned.

"Come here!"

Sure enough, the door opened suddenly. A woman in her forties, slightly fat and well groomed, opened the door.

"Mom, I have been knocking for a long time." Liu Anjiao screamed.

"Auntie is good." Zhang Yang greeted quickly.

"Well, come in." Liu An's mother gave Zhang Yang a glance, and opened the door with a bit of stubbornness, and did not receive the gift from Zhang Yang.

When I walked into the room, I found that the world inside the door and the door are completely two worlds. It looks like a shabby old house outside, but there is another flavor in the room.

The living room is small and the furniture is old, but it looks exceptionally clean, and the old paint is polished.

The cushions on the wooden sofa were washed white.

Exquisite.

clean.

The first feeling for Zhang Yang is that it is exquisite and clean. This is a family that is not wealthy but very particular about it.

No wonder it will cultivate the elegant temperament of Liu An. Obviously, it has a great relationship with such a family. A sophisticated and clean family can easily cultivate children with good temperament.

In many cases, poverty is not important. What is important is to pay attention. When it comes to pay attention, this is a very profound knowledge.

For example, the same ordinary side dishes, a sophisticated poor family will produce very delicate dishes, such as workmanship, the size of the dishes will be much more careful, this does not require extra money. And most families will be rough in these aspects due to economic reasons. In fact, this is related to the cultivation of the quality of offspring.

In fact, this is just like the meals in the hotel. The same dishes are much more expensive in the hotel. This is not only a question of grade, but also the inside. The big hotels are very delicate and delicious for some common dishes. At the same time strive to be pleasing to the eye, the price is naturally much higher.

Entering the living room, Zhang Yang stupidly held the gift in his hand and didn't know what to do. He felt his limbs were redundant.

Fortunately, Liu An took the gift from Zhang Yang and put it on an old-fashioned food cabinet.

At home is Liu An's parents. Liu An ’s father came out of the kitchen and said he was busy entering the kitchen. The smell of the kitchen was overflowing. Obviously, Father Liu was preparing lunch at noon. It seems that this is intentional by Liu's mother.

"Drink tea."

Mother Liu put a cup of hot tea on the coffee table with a cold and hot expression.

"Thank you, Auntie." Zhang Yang stood up quickly. Although he was a guest, politeness was still necessary, not to mention the good relationship with Liu An.

"Sit down, what's your name?" Liu Ma sat down on a single wooden sofa and tasted the tea in her hand. Now, she can only rest her hands on the bottom to see Liu Ma's careful manner. She should cherish this purple sand cup very much.

"Free name surname Zhang, famous, just call me Zhang." Zhang Yang quickly answered, I don't know why, Zhang Yang had a tense mood in the face of this very ordinary woman.

"Zhang Yang, good name, listen to the accent, you are not a native, where are you?"

"C-city person." Zhang Yang felt like he was being interrogated. Fortunately, he was not tortured.

"C city?" Frown frowning at Liu Ma, apparently, he was a little dissatisfied with Zhang Yang's household registration.

There was a moment of silence, and Zhang Yang had nothing to say, and Liu's mother seemed to be thinking about something.

"Do you like Liu An?" Liu mother asked suddenly.

"Ah ... hi ... like ..."

"What does she like?" Liu An was dissatisfied with Zhang Yang's hesitant answer again, and his voice aggravated a lot.

"Young, pretty, kind-hearted ..."

"If she's not young, she's not pretty, she's not kind, do you not like her?"

"..." Zhang Yang opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

"Mom, what do you ask ..."

Liu An walked out of the kitchen and sat on the armrest on Liu Ma's wooden sofa, hugged Liu Ma and coquettishly. Obviously, although she was in the kitchen, her ears were always on the outside.

"Okay, Mom doesn't ask." It was a cold Liu Ma who pinched a willow's nose with an indifferent expression.

"That's right, it's not easy for others to come. If you ask three questions, you can't talk about the others. Did you know that Zhang Yang has studied calligraphy, tea ceremony, and marketing?"

"Tea ceremony?" Liu Ma's eyes stared at Zhang Yang.

"... I just know that my aunt's tea should be picked by myself. Although it is not a famous tea, the selection of leaves is very particular. The tea is three-pointed and the length is not too short. However, the timing of the picking is not correct. This week, this tea is top grade ... "

"Sure enough, there is still a little level. This tea is wild tea that was picked during the Qingming grave sweep. The sprout period is a few days old, and the tea is a bit old. Although it is good, but because my level of fried tea is limited, it ’s violent. "

"My aunt is humble, and it's very good that amateurs can make such a level." Zhang Yang immediately climbed down the pole and flattered.

"Oh, yes, those gifts were bought by Liu An?" Liu Ma suddenly turned and asked suddenly.

"Ok……"

Zhang Yang nodded, and immediately found that it was not good, because he began to discuss with Liu An. These gifts were bought by him. Now, he is wearing a bag ...

"Mom, he's very busy. He asked me to buy it. You're endless?" Liu An exasperated.

"Stupid girl, she turned her elbows out before she got married. Hurry up and help my dad. Mom hasn't eaten your dishes for a long time."

"Well, mother, don't embarrass others." Liu An shook her mother's arm and flirted.

"Uh-huh, go, let me talk to him, talk to the head office of tea!" Mother Liu patted Liu An's white hand gently.

"Then I'll go, Zhang Yang, my mother is a master of tea ceremony, you can learn from each other."

Liu An stood up and blinked at Zhang Yang, implying that Zhang Yang didn't talk nonsense, as long as he talked about tea, Zhang Yang nodded again and again.

"Zhang Yang, you said, can this tea be eaten as a meal?" Liu's mother saw Liu secretly enter the back of the kitchen.

"This ... no, drinking tea is just a pleasure, a spiritual enjoyment."

"Yes, very right, to put it bluntly, this tea drinking is a set of theoretical knowledge that a group of idlers have been bored and idle. When they have no food or clothes to wear, who cares about drinking tea? I am thirsty and have saliva. Drinking is good, so a thorough study of the tea ceremony cannot replace bread ... "

"..." Zhang Yang was speechless again, and this Liu mother was awe-inspiring. Zhang Yang had to admire it. A tea-loving person uttered such a theory. It is really not an ordinary market maggot. It seems that today ’s test is just the beginning. ,There is a long way to go……

"Can you feed my family Liu An?" Liu mother cut into the subject.

"There should be no problem ..."

"Listen to Liu An, do you have a private car?"

"Well, there was something wrong with the driver last night. I was injured and I did n’t drive. I did n’t have a driver ’s license and I came by taxi."

"What kind of car?" Mother Liu frowned.

"BMW."

"What model?" Liu Ma's eyes were already a little angry.

"L is BMW." Zhang Yang knew that Liu's mother didn't believe it, so she could only arbitrarily say that this was a good discussion with Liu An, but Liu An didn't let him talk about BMW, just let him talk about a mid-range car.

"how much is it?"

"... I ... I don't know ..." Zhang Yang hesitated and suddenly got stuck.

"Don't you know the price of your car?"

"It was given to me by a friend ..." Zhang Yang had a feeling of uncomfortableness, apparently that he had money, but he still had to be loaded with money. It was clear that what he said was true, but others just did n’t believe it. Torture.

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(To be continued)