After reading the book, I just want salted fish

Chapter 13

Ma's villa, lunch time.

Four people sat at the table, Ma Mingzhe was the first, Che Xiayun and Ma Qingyu were beside them, and Pan Anqi sat next to Ma Qingyu.

People of Ma Mingzhe's generation don't like to drink foreign wine. They like to drink two or two domestic white rice wines from that small wine cup on weekdays. They are slightly drunk, and they are happy when chatting.

Che Xiayun couldn't drink such high-quality wine, so he simply toasted with tea, and he drank it well.

In fact, for her, eating is more important. Ma's chefs are also good at cooking, cooking, stewing, frying, and frying. It is indeed a bit much.

Che Xiayun likes salty dishes more than sweet ones, but Dongpo pork is an exception today. A large square of pork ribs with moderate fat and leanness, braised and crispy in a large casserole, has a tangy aroma, and the fatty meat is soft. It can be dispersed and melts in the mouth. The lean meat is neither sticky nor hard. It absorbs the fat and is very chewy and has an excellent taste.

However, hard vegetables like this, although served with rice, are easy to get greasy after a few bites, so it is very good to pair with wild rice fungus, which is crunchy in the mouth, light and light, not salty or oily, and very relieves greasy.

After a meal, the guests and the host had a good time, and Che Xiayun was also full, patting her belly comfortably. Sometimes, it would be nice to change the place for salted fish.

Seeing that she was eating well, Ma Qingyu was taken to eat two extra bites, and in the end he could only think happily and melancholy that he needed to exercise more to digest his food.

In the afternoon, Che Xiayun sat on the sofa, swiped Weibo with his mobile phone, and then put on his earphones to catch up.

Ma Mingzhe usually spends his weekends fishing, drinking tea, practicing calligraphy, and playing with birds, which is very leisurely; Pan Anqi basically has no plans on weekends. If there is a party in the circle, she will go to play mahjong together. If there is no party, she will watch TV at home and do yoga. , Take care of the flowers and plants.

If it wasn't for the sudden visit of a family of four, the scenes in the villa would look harmonious.

It was about three o'clock in the afternoon, and Pan Anqi's younger brother, Pan Peter, brought his wife Qiu Xue and two children to visit, and brought some seafood in his hand, "The best hairy crabs, lobsters, fresh abalones, sea cucumbers, cooked in the evening Let's eat together."

The servant quickly took it and sent it to the kitchen. Pan Anqi smiled brightly, and took his youngest son's hand, "Jerry, do you miss Auntie?"

Pan Jerry is eight years old this year. He has a round face and is chubby. He looks naive. He sat down on the sofa and shouted, "Auntie."

"Hey, good baby."

Pan Anqi asked the servant to bring out the snacks. There were a lot of tea tables, and it seemed that they came here often.

Pan Jerry picked and picked and started eating snacks, eating them everywhere. Although his sister Pan Marie was only three years older than him, she was very peaceful. She only took a bag of potato chips and sat obediently on her seat. Watch TV while eating.

As soon as he saw his parents and Anqi Pan go to the reception room to chat, Jerry Pan started to fuss, rubbed his dirty little hands on Cha Xiayun, sprinkled some snacks on her, and froze on the sofa, Like a wriggling fat bug, trying to snatch her phone.

The servant only dared to dissuade him in a low voice, and pulled him in vain, afraid of hurting him, so he didn't dare to use his strength.

Mr. Che has a bad temper and a serious cleanliness obsession, but he is not too fussy with a kid. He just picked up his phone and left without staying for a while. Pan Jerry still held Mai Lisu in his hand, and slammed it on the ground like a celestial girl. Throwing, the little short legs fluttered to chase her, but Mr. Che's legs were almost 1.1 meters, and the hem of his clothes was windy when he walked, and he quickly disappeared at the stairs.

Pan Jierui lay down on the ground and cried out loudly, all the servants looked at each other in blank dismay, and no one dared to step forward.

In the end, it was Pan Mali who went to the reception room and called her mother out, so Pan Jerry stopped crying.

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When Che Xiayun reached the second floor, he thought there was no other room to go to, so he pushed open Ma Qingyu's bedroom door and locked it directly behind his back.

Ma Qingyu was sitting at the desk writing something, when she heard her coming in, she stopped, looked back, watched her lock the door in astonishment, rolled her throat, her tongue was dry.

What is she going to do?Why did you come in suddenly?Why lock the door?

Che Xiayun shrugged, and explained helplessly, "Your cousin is too noisy, I'll come up to avoid it."

Ma Qingyu immediately understood who she was talking about, cleared the abnormal thoughts in her mind, and nodded sympathetically, "He is indeed very noisy, he eats hard but not soft, and he likes to roll around."

"Ah."

Che Xiayun sat on the beanbag sofa next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, nestled comfortably, and chased after him with his mobile phone.

Calm returned to the bedroom.

At first, Ma Qingyu couldn't help but glance at Che Xiayun, but when she turned around, she wanted to look at her again, and her mind was completely confused.

After about ten minutes, she spent a lot of effort to stabilize her mind. Although she couldn't ignore the other person in the room, she was able to put most of her thoughts on the book and started to write.

The sun gradually turned to one side, and the orange sunlight on the western horizon was slightly warm and bright, passing through the gaps in the leaves and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, hitting Che Xiayun obliquely.

Taking advantage of the interval between the drama, she stretched her waist, looked at the scenery outside the window, and couldn't help sighing in her heart, the life of salted fish is simply too wonderful!

This made her more determined to work hard to survive and live a happy life as a salted fish.

She happily pressed the pause button, lay lazily on the lazy sofa, leaned her head up, and relaxed her spine.

Once a person is too free, he likes to think about things, such as Che Xiayun.

She suddenly thought that she was going to live in the same room with Ma Qingyu tonight, so she started to be afraid, her eyes didn't dare to look in the direction of the desk where Ma Qingyu was sitting, and her eyelids twitched, what should I do?

In the past, Che Xiayun always went her own way and ran to the guest room. Although it made Pan Anqi unhappy every time, Mr. Che had a big temper, and Pan Anqi couldn't do anything about her.

However, the current Che Xiayun, as a person with a bug bonus, knew in advance that Pan Anqi might want to kill her, so she didn't dare to do it again. If she offended others, she might not even be able to leave the Ma's villa Go, die directly.

She was thinking about it, and a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she almost stood up slapping her thighs. This idea is good: anyway, there is a carpet in the room, so let's sneak a quilt here, and just sleep on the floor!

Che Xiayun couldn't help showing a smile, and the big problem in front of her was solved by her clever little brain.

Not long after, the sky gradually darkened, and there was a knock on the door. Ma Qingyu got up and opened the door. The servant stood at the door with Pan Jerry and Pan Mary, "Miss, it's time for dinner."

Pan Jierui poked his head around the door and wanted to go in when he saw Che Xiayun on the lazy sofa. Ma Qingyu grabbed him and said, "Go down to play with my sister."

Pan Jerry tried hard to break free, but he was only an eight-year-old child, everything was in vain, he yelled angrily, "Why?!"

Ma Qingyu pulled him to the door, and closed the door behind his back, "That sister is looking at something very important, and she doesn't like others to disturb her."

"No, I'm going to play with her."

Pan Jerry was still yelling and making a fuss, unreasonable, guarding the door, slapping non-stop.

Che Xiayun just saw the low battery pop-up window pop up on the phone, took off the earphones, turned off the screen of the phone, walked to the door and opened the door, a large chubby child rolled in, just bumped into her as thin as a pen She lifted her leg and kicked Pan Jerry out again, and looked at Ma Qingyu, "Where is your charging cable, my phone is dead."

Ma Qingyu grabbed Pan Jerry who was on the ground and stuffed it into the servant's arms, "Take him down first."

The servant nodded repeatedly, picked up a big ball and went down. Pan Mali didn't even want to look at her mentally handicapped brother, and went downstairs by herself without looking sideways.

Ma Qingyu entered the room, took out the charging cable from the drawer, thought for a while, and then gave her the iPad, "This is more comfortable for watching dramas."

"Ah."

Che Xiayun charged her mobile phone, took the iPad and put it on the small table next to the beanbag sofa, "Let's go, go down to eat."

When the two went downstairs, Pan Jerry was still making noises, making a mess on the coffee table, and his mother couldn't control him. Seeing Che Xiayun, the dirty mess rushed up and shouted loudly, " Sister, I want to play with you."

Che Xiayun moved aside without leaving a trace, put his palm against his forehead, not letting him approach him any more, and said coldly, "It's not my sister, I call my brother-in-law."

Brother-in-law?

Ma Qingyu next to her glanced at her in surprise, her eyes sparkled brightly, and her expression was a little excited. This was the first time that Che Xiayun corrected others to recognize the relationship between them at a family gathering.

It can be said to be a historic progress!

Ma Qingyu quickly hid all his joyful little emotions, with a natural expression.

Pan Jierui didn't touch Cha Xiayun with all his teeth and claws, and cried out again with a wow, with snot and tears everywhere, "Woooooo...you are my sister, you are my sister... woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Qiu Xue hurried over to take Pan Jerry away, wiped the snot and tears from his face with a tissue, and comforted him, "Don't cry, baby, mom will give you whatever you want..."

Pan Jierui stopped working and sobbed, and pointed at Cha Xiayun, "Mom, I want this sister."

Qiu Xue glanced at Che Xiayun with some embarrassment, then at Ma Qingyu, but didn't speak.

To be honest, the Pan family was not familiar with Che Xiayun. If Ma Qingyu and Che Xiayun hadn't gotten married some time ago, Che Xiayun might not have had an intersection with them.

Ma Qingyu swept around the messy sofa, there was no place to sit, so she just stood beside her, and she didn't intend to speak for Qiu Xue.

Pan Jerry was still playing crazy, shouting at the top of his voice, "Mom, Mom, I want this sister."

At this time, Pan Anqi happened to come out. Hearing this, she teased and asked, "Hey, little ancestor, which sister do you want?"

Pan Jierui pointed directly at Cha Xiayun, "Auntie, I want this."

Pan Anqi's smile deepened, "Xia Yun, can you play with Jerry? He is very sensible."

Che Xiayun showed no expression, and said calmly, "I don't like children." In fact, it's not that she doesn't like children, it's because she dislikes Pan Jerry too much. It's too much to post.

Ma Qingyu bit her lower lip, secretly remembering that she didn't like children.

Pan Anqi was still smiling, but she hid her thoughts, and looked at Pan Jerry, "That sister doesn't like you, can auntie play with you?"

Pan Jerry shook his head vigorously, seeing that he was about to cry again, Pan Peter came down from the study on the second floor with Ma Mingzhe, "Why are you all standing?"

Everyone was silent, except Pan Anqi excused Pan Jerry a little, "Stand now, I can eat more at night."

Pan Peter looked at the sofa. The huge area was messed up by Pan Jerry alone. The servants had already tried their best to clean it up, but it was still possible to see that there were oily stains rubbed on it, and his face suddenly turned black, " Pan Jerry! You did a good job, apologize to your aunt, uncle, and sisters! Otherwise, you are not allowed to eat at night."

Ma Mingzhe looked at Pan Jerry with a straight face, "It's normal for children to fight a little, but Jerry went too far today, obediently admit his mistake, and uncle will let you eat."

Pan Jerry was crying and sobbing, and wiped his nose with the back of his hand, his chubby face was even more dirty, and he looked pitiful, "I'm sorry."

Pan Anqi felt sorry for him, and hurried to smooth things over, "Okay, okay, Jerry admitted his mistake, everyone go sit down and get ready for dinner."

Che Xiayun shook her head in her heart, children raised in this way will be whipped by society sooner or later, and no amount of money can fill this hole.

Dinner is richer than lunch. There are sixteen dishes, more than half of which are seafood. The crab roe tofu is super fresh and sweet. The tofu is very tender and goes well with the taste of crab roe. I thought peeling was troublesome, so I didn't eat it, because there were enough other dishes, almost filling the whole table.

But overall it’s not very good, because the little kid is always walking around, throwing a chopstick here, throwing a lobster over there, picking up a dish, and stopping eating after taking a bite. It’s a waste, and Cha Xiayun can’t even see it After going down, he hesitated to speak.

Fortunately, Ma Mingzhe is still considerate, "If Xia Yun finishes eating, go up first, we may have a drink and chat for a while."

"Well, father-in-law, uncle, you have a good chat."

Che Xiayun nodded and said hello before leaving. Although she was a bit of a playboy, she showed basic courtesy to her elders.

At about 08:30 in the evening, the dinner on the first floor was over. Ma Qingyu didn't know why, but stayed below to accompany him. When he came up, his clothes were still stained with alcohol, his cheeks were slightly red, and his lips were moist, as if wiped. Mirror lip gloss.

Che Xiayun looked up at her, said nothing, and continued watching the drama.

But Ma Qingyu, who had drunk some wine, was a little talkative, so she took the initiative to bring it up, with a coquettish tone, "I just asked my father about some company issues. I drank some wine, just two glasses."

Che Xiayun nodded slightly and looked at her, "Well, I'll go to the guest room to get the quilt later and sleep on the floor."

The smile on Ma Qingyu's face faded a little, "I still have an extra quilt in my room, you can get it directly from the closet."

Before Che Xiayun could answer, she went straight to the bathroom without looking back, "I'm going to take a shower."

Although she clearly knew in her heart that this was the best solution for both of them at the moment, she was still sore and swelled in her heart. I've slept through it all, but why can't there be one more person on the bed?

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Salted fish: trying to avoid suspicion