msmithbooks Chapter 87 You guys aren't kidding me, are you?
Chapter 87 You guys aren't kidding me, are you?
Chapter 87 You guys aren't kidding me, are you?
At this age, with only a small portion of his hair turned white, he can ride in this car?
His uncle called him Xiong Ge.
Duan Xiong?
No wonder he looked familiar at first glance. Could he really be the second-in-command of the provincial government before his rebirth? Yu Huan was almost unable to recognize him.
He only knew that Lao Lin had a lot of potential for future advancement, but he didn't expect Lin Yourong's uncle to be even more outrageous.
Yu Huan couldn't help but ponder for a moment.
Considering Lao Lin's background, which is at least on par with his grandfather's generation, he's already quite accomplished.
No wonder Old Lin said that Lin Yourong's maternal grandfather disapproved of his marriage to his mother-in-law; there was more to it than met the eye. Besides the fact that he lost his father at a young age, his mother-in-law was clearly the daughter of a high-ranking official, meaning her family had a very high social standing.
I just don't know what kind of work Mr. Duan did back in Changsha.
At this moment, Lao Lin gave him some pointers on which car to follow.
Yu Huan felt slightly dizzy after deep thought, nodded calmly, then turned the steering wheel to the right and followed the Audi A6.
Hold on!
Just stay calm and that's it.
Old Lin suddenly turned his head and said to the two sisters who were talking quietly in the back row, "You Rong will take a plane to Wuling this afternoon."
The mother-in-law paused in her soft voice, then raised it slightly and asked, "What time will she arrive?"
"I don't know the exact time, but it'll be in the afternoon." Old Lin turned around and said to Yu Huan, "Xiao Yu, you go to the airport to pick her up."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan nodded hurriedly: "Okay."
The two cars, one after the other, parked outside a Hunan restaurant in less than fifteen minutes.
The storefront is small, but the interior is surprisingly spacious, with a large hall decorated with a strong folk style.
Red lanterns hung high, with chili pepper models hanging from the ropes. The lanterns bore the four large characters "湘味人间" (Hunan Flavors of the World), which is the name of the restaurant.
The wooden tables and chairs under the lanterns were arranged neatly, and some landscape and folk paintings of Hunan and Hubei hung on the wall.
My uncle was waiting in the lobby. Once everyone had arrived, he gestured for them to move directly to the private room on the second floor.
They must have ordered the food well in advance.
As soon as we sat down around the round table, a dazzling array of colorful, fragrant, and delicious dishes were served.
Yu Huan, caught between Lao Lin and his mother-in-law, originally intended to keep his head down and eat, but unexpectedly, his uncle across from him opened a bottle of Wuliangye liquor and said with a smile, "Here we have your father-in-law, your uncle, and this uncle of mine. Little Yu, you have to keep them company, right?"
Before Yu Huan could speak, his mother-in-law immediately laughed and said, "That boy can't drink more than two ounces of liquor, and You Rong is coming over this afternoon, so Xiao Yu has to go pick her up."
Check it out.
If you can win over your mother-in-law, there will be far fewer problems.
Yu Huan knew that her uncle was just joking when he mentioned father-in-law and uncle, so she naturally wouldn't let him get any information out of her.
With a sweet smile, she said, "Uncle, to be honest, I'm a little intolerant to alcohol. My face turns red after just one sip of baijiu."
Uncle filled a glass and placed it in front of his brother-in-law. Hearing Yu Huan's insistence, he said, "Then just drink one glass, a low-alcohol Wuliangye. This is a two-and-a-half-ounce glass. Just have the driver pick up You Rong later!"
The mother-in-law wouldn't budge: "The two younger ones haven't seen each other in a long time, he has to go pick them up himself."
"He's only a prospective son-in-law, Xiaofang, why are you so protective of him?"
The uncle smiled and glanced at Yu Huan, teasingly saying, "If you can't drink, that's fine. Just do what you can. After all, there's already an old person lying in the hospital bed; don't let another young person get hurt too."
Old Lin took the glass of baijiu handed to him by his uncle and said, "Xiao Yu isn't pretending to be refined. He drank with me once before, and after only a few sips, his face turned as red as a monkey's bottom, and he was about to pass out."
Uncle smiled at Yu Huan and said, "Little Yu, then I won't urge you to drink. It's our first meeting, so don't think we adults are being unfriendly."
Yu Huan looked apologetic: "I really can't drink it, Uncle, please don't blame me."
“It’s a good thing you don’t drink.” Auntie gave Uncle a reproachful look, then took a bottle of Want Want milk, slightly turned past her mother-in-law, and bent down to place it on Yu Huan’s table: “Alcohol is a carcinogen. In my opinion, it’s better to drink milk!”
Uh.
Yu Huan looked down at the same drink she had with Xixi.
Want Want Milk is not actually milk.
The table was laden with a dazzling array of dishes, and Yu Huan was already starving.
Seeing that Lao Lin had taken the lead in picking up food, and everyone else had started using their chopsticks in twos and threes, he then reached out and picked up a piece of Mao-style braised pork in front of him.
This dish is cooked beautifully, with a perfect balance of lean and fatty meat. Each bite is tender and flavorful, filling your mouth with the aroma of meat. As you chew, the fat melts and intertwines with the lean meat fibers, creating a texture that's both smooth and succulent, yet retains the chewy texture of lean meat. Delicious!
"Xiao Yu, make yourself at home, don't be shy, there are no outsiders here." Auntie smiled and said, "I don't know if the food suits your taste."
Yu Huan swallowed quickly, nodded and said, "Auntie, I'm also from Hunan. The Hunan cuisine here is very authentic, so of course it suits my taste."
"That's good."
Sisi, with her head down, was eating steamed egg and rice. Suddenly, she looked up, rice grains still stuck to the corner of her mouth: "Uncle, I'm also from Hunan, but the food here doesn't suit my taste at all!"
"It's your own fault for not being able to handle spicy food." Her aunt patted her forehead.
This action immediately prompted her to protest loudly: "Grandma, don't pat my head, it'll stunt my growth!"
My uncle was chatting with Old Lin when he saw this and immediately glared at her, saying, "Just eat, why all the nonsense?"
"Grandpa, can you please stop being so mean to me?" It was clear that the little girl was afraid of this grandfather. She glanced at her uncle's feigned anger, retorted briefly, and then fell silent, continuing to eat her rice with her head down.
Yu Huan, like her, was also quietly eating.
Silently prick up your ears and listen to the idle chatter of these elders.
Through snippets of conversation from his elders, he learned that his uncle's son worked in Beijing, and his grandson was not yet a year old. His aunt was worried that the postpartum nanny was unreliable, so she was helping to take care of the baby in Beijing.
My aunt and uncle's son works at a concrete mixing plant and plans to come over for dinner that evening.
In a flash.
Yu Huan's phone vibrated in his pocket, and a message notification sounded.
He immediately put down his chopsticks, took out his phone, and looked at it.
Lin Yourong sent him a WeChat message: 'I'll arrive at Wuling Airport at 4 PM.'
'OK, I'll pick you up on time.'
At this moment, Lin Yourong was not in a good mood for conversation and only replied with one word:
'it is good. '
Yu Huan didn't argue with her much, after all, the girl was probably not in a good mood right now.
A few hours later, face to face, and comfort her properly.
The dinner table.
The brother-in-law and his two brothers-in-law raised their glasses and toasted each other, calling each other brothers and talking non-stop, reminiscing about their youth.
As the effects of the alcohol intensified, a flush rose on the faces of all three.
Suddenly, the conversation turned to Lin Yourong, and Yu Huan saw his uncle turn to him and say, "Little Yu! In our Duan family, of the three siblings, only one girl, Yourong, comes down to the next generation. Even her maternal grandfather has always cherished her since she was little. You must treat her well!"
Yu Huan smiled subtly, considered her words for a moment, and was about to speak—
Hearing her usually steady older brother start talking like this, the mother-in-law knew he had drunk quite a bit, so she immediately chimed in: "Actually, there's something I've been keeping from my brothers and sisters, and I'm only telling you now, so please don't be offended."
"Xiaofang, what's wrong?" Auntie turned her head curiously.
The mother-in-law said unhurriedly, "Originally, we planned to have You Rong take Xiao Yu to visit each family during the New Year—"
Old Lin suddenly interrupted his mother-in-law, emboldened by the alcohol, and bluntly stated, "You Ronggang and Xiao Yu got their marriage certificate not long ago, but they've actually been secretly married."
The mother-in-law quickly added, "I was also worried about upsetting Dad, so I didn't tell him the truth when we were in the hospital."
Uncle was stunned. The glass of liquor in his hand fell to the edge of the table with a "clatter." Fortunately, there was only a mouthful of liquor left, which prevented it from getting soaked.
He hurriedly reached out to stop the wine glass from rolling to the ground, then turned his head to glance at his brother-in-law's expression.
This person is in charge.
The smile and warmth vanished from the brother-in-law's slightly tipsy face, replaced by a blank, serious, and cold expression.
His sharp gaze swept over his brother-in-law, Lao Lin, then over his sister, and finally over Yu Huan.
It went back and forth several times.
Yu Huan felt an overwhelming sense of oppression wash over her.
Lin Yourong's uncle was like a towering mountain, sitting there in awe and intimidation.
"You guys aren't kidding me, are you?" he said slowly, his voice deep and powerful.
The eldest brother is like a father to his aunt, who broke the silence with a bright smile but a strained voice: "Haha, you should have said so earlier! So we're family now! Xiao Yu, why don't you call him uncle?"
(End of this chapter)