Just preparing for the college entrance examination, the divorce counterattack system came

Chapter 245 Big Brother is not talkative, Big Brother just wants to eat

Hearing this, Chen Yunyun was stunned.

She turned her head and glanced at the child, and her eyes softened instantly.

"Okay, I'll give it to you."

The little girl thought about it and said in a baby voice.

"Thank you, Yunyun."

This trick is something that I learn and apply immediately.

Chen Yunyun smiled and said, "You're welcome."

The little girl held a bowl and ate rice in small mouthfuls. She glanced at Chen Yunyun, then at the dishes, then at Wang Yuhe, and finally at Jiang Nian.

He seemed a little curious as to why the older brother didn't speak.

Because your big brother needs to eat, don’t force him to test you on math.

Jiang Nian didn't care about it and just wanted to eat.

The traditional wedding banquet dishes in the county hotel are different from the traditional dishes in the countryside of Xiaolongtan. The gentlemen in the county have three highs, so the taste is lighter.

However, he still prefers big fish and meat, because he is in the third year of high school and has no taboos.

The naughty kid at the next table was already standing on his chair, holding his chopsticks and yelling. There were red, white, thin, and broken things all playing house on the white jade plate.

Jiang Nian withdrew his gaze and looked towards himself.

Well, the years are peaceful.

Jiang Nian was concentrating on picking up the dishes. Although there was a table of dishes in front of him, he could only pick up a small handful of dishes that were fan-shaped in front of him. He was very obedient.

There was no Mr. Deng at the table, and several young people were playing with their mobile phones.

The only child was also sitting there quietly, eating the rice in his bowl.

He would even pick up the rice grains that fell on the table, and asked Chen Yunyun in a baby voice where the trash can was.

It's actually a bit too normal.

People just can't have their lives too smooth, that would be too cheap.

Jiang Nian himself wanted to make a fuss.

Yunyun, I want to eat this! I want to eat this! (Twisting and crawling) (Smashing the plate) (Overturning the table)

After a while, Wang Yuhe typed a message to Jiang Nian on her mobile phone.

"Jiang Nian, can you help me get that dish over there?"

She didn't want to turn because she was embarrassed.

"No, I'm too lazy to turn." Jiang Nian refused decisively, "You turn by yourself, and remember to stop your elbow in front of me after you turn."

"You..." Wang Yuhe was almost angry to death, but she still typed softly, "Please help me forward it, and I will thank you."

"No, because I'm a mean person."

The rules in Zhennan are quite strict, and it is usually the adults who turn the tables. Or if a child makes a request, the adults will do it with a doting look on their faces, and the high school students will basically stay silent.

In fact, if Jiang Nian was Wang Yuhe.

He would ask the child at the table what she wanted to eat, no matter what the little girl said.

First secretly move the dish you want to eat in front of you, pick it up with chopsticks and ask again.

After a few rounds, the tables were turned.

But there is no old or middle-ranking person at this table, and no one will be upset because of some rules.

After all, times have changed, and young people only abide by public order and good customs.

Even so, before Jiang Nian and his group started eating, they waited tacitly for the oldest person, who was about 27 or 28 years old, to pick up the chopsticks before they began to freely pick up the food.

Wang Yuhe was so angry that she gritted her teeth and wanted to turn the table.

But as soon as my hand approached the glass turntable, it felt like a heavy pendant was hanging on it.

Unable to stretch forward any further, his hands dropped weakly.

Chen Yunyun couldn't bear to watch it anymore and was about to ask.

Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from the front. I looked up and saw that it was the bride and groom coming to toast.

A person was walking towards me, and seemed to be leaving the hotel.

Chen Yunyun didn't care at first, but after a quick glance, she found that the person looked familiar.

I was stunned when I took a closer look. The drunk man in front of me was the class teacher!
She suddenly panicked. Although she didn't know what she was panicking about, she did feel guilty.

"Jiang Nian."

Jiang Nian was still observing whether Wang Yuhe had the courage to turn the table when he suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Ok?"

Chen Yunyun was speechless as she looked at the head teacher who was getting closer and closer. Jiang Nian noticed that her face looked wrong.

Following his gaze, I looked back and saw Lao Liu.

To be precise, it was Old Liu with a red face.

The blush of middle age is better than any dedication to one's job.

You still have class in the first period this afternoon!
What the hell are you doing!
Under Chen Yunyun's shocked gaze, Jiang Nian stood up directly.

She thought Jiang Nian was going to run away or hide from the head teacher, and she felt a little relieved.

After all, no one can explain this situation clearly.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Nian did not retreat but advanced, and arrested Lao Liu with his support.

"Okay, teacher, are you so drunk?"

Old Liu was originally happily attending a wedding banquet today, as the groom was a good friend of his.

He remained single until he was in his thirties before getting married, and his parents were very happy.

Lao Liu was a little drunk and was going to go to the front desk to get a hot towel.

A man suddenly jumped out from the side, and the word "teacher" almost frightened him into impotence.

Not only are students afraid of meeting teachers outside of school, some teachers also don't want to meet students outside of school.

Especially when I had classes in the afternoon but was drunk.

After all, no one can explain this situation clearly.

"Jiang Jiangnian, why are you here?"

"Drinking at a wedding? Doesn't the teacher have classes in the afternoon?" Jiang Nian took the initiative and started questioning, "It's the first class in the afternoon, and the teacher is so drunk."

"Oh, this, you don't know." Lao Liu was a little tongue-tied, but he was still sober. "Teacher, I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. This amount is nothing."

"Teacher, I think you're going to fall."

"Bullshit."

"By the way, where are you going, teacher?"

"Get one at the front desk. Uh."

"A hot towel, right? Come on, teacher. I'll help you over there. I just happen to want one too."

Chen Yunyun opened her mouth slightly and watched Jiang Nian take the head teacher away. When Jiang Nian came back again, he had four more towels in his hands.

Yang Qiming ate half his meal, and the person next to him opened a pack of cigarettes and started to leave.

He took it and clipped it on his ear.

Huang Cailang felt impressed and took a cigarette and put it between his ears.

I don’t know what the use is, and he doesn’t know how to smoke, but it’s definitely a good idea to learn from him.

"Which family are you from?" The old man, with white hair and beard, took a sip of white wine. "I'm really old. I don't recognize any young people anymore."

Yang Qiming thought about it and gave his biological father's name.

The old man looked confused and shook his head.

"Can not remember."

Suddenly, Yang Qiming realized something and said with an idea.

"My grandfather is Yang Junmin."

"Ah! I recognize your grandfather." The old man suddenly realized and put down his wine glass and said, "Back then, I had a favorite, but your grandfather snatched her away."

Hiss~~Huang Cailang took a breath of cold air.

He turned his head and looked at Yang Qiming blankly, wondering if Brother Yang's grandfather was so powerful back then?

It doesn’t matter, just eat a few more bites.

So, Yang Qiming was responsible for chatting, while Huang Cailang took the opportunity to eat a lot.

Huang Cailang was eating happily when suddenly someone patted his leg under the table.

After he was interrupted, he looked up and saw that Yang Qiming looked unhappy.

The other party was constantly signaling him with his eyes to look at his phone, so he opened it and took a look.

Yang: "Fuck, we're at the wrong table."

Huang Cailang was confused, thinking, wasn't Brother Yang just chatting happily with the old man?

He was typing anxiously with one hand under the table, and hurriedly picked up another piece of steamed pork with rice flour with the other hand.

"Brother, what's going on?"

Yang: "Let's go out and talk. The wind is strong and the enemy is in chaos."

At the table, the middle-aged man saw that the old man was almost done with his cigarette, and subconsciously reached for his lighter.

"Eh? Where's my lighter?"

"It probably fell to the ground. I have it here." Another middle-aged man said, taking out a cigarette, "Old man, I'll light it for you."

Seeing that everyone at the table was focusing their attention on the man who was lighting the cigarette, Yang Qiming stood up, and Huang Cailang also stood up.

"Where is the toilet here?"

"Brother, it should be over there."

The two of them slipped away and walked out of the banquet hall.

In the empty corridor, Huang Cailang let out a long sigh, and his tense body finally relaxed.

"Brother, that was too thrilling just now."

Yang Qiming smiled slightly and said contemptuously.

"Quite the opposite."

Under Huang Cailang's puzzled gaze, Yang Qiming opened his clenched fists.

I saw his palm open, and a plastic lighter slowly appeared!
"What the hell?"

Shocked, Huang Cailang looked back at the banquet and sighed.

"Brother, let's go."

"Let's go?" Yang Qiming glanced at his younger brother, "Are you full?"

"No ah."

"That's it, come on, let's have dinner together."

“But we are not just.”

"Of course it's the other side. Why wouldn't you eat if you paid?" Yang Qiming snapped his fingers. In fact, he wasn't full either.

"Let's go, let's eat somewhere else."

At the wedding banquet, Zeng You suddenly put down his chopsticks and slapped his face.

clap clap.

This abstract action caught Wu Jungu's attention. He turned to look at him in confusion and asked.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, I really can't stay up late." Zeng You shook his head. "I just heard the voices of Yang Qiming and Huang Cailang. I'm starting to hallucinate."

Wu Jun Gu was speechless and looked around.

"It's possible that they really came, but we just didn't see them."

"Okay, I'll go check it out." Zeng You stood up and left his seat, saying, "We're halfway through the banquet, they must still be here, they should be near us."

Wu Jungu thought this was a bit neurotic, but when he thought of Zeng You, he found it very reasonable.

"then you go."

After a while, Zeng You came back sweating profusely, and his face turned pale the moment he sat down.

“No, I didn’t even see anyone from our school, but.”

"Well, maybe it's an auditory hallucination." Wu Jun didn't care much and continued to eat calmly.

"I'm done. I'm dying." Zeng You swallowed his saliva and sighed to the sky, "I don't have much inheritance. I'll give you those two large power banks."

Wu Jun Gu: “.”

He is a mild-mannered person and doesn't know how to comfort others. After struggling for a long time, he finally uttered a few words.

"That's it for now, let's eat first."

Huang Cailang followed behind Yang Qiming and listened to him call out his name, preparing to score twice.

I actually got in successfully.

The waiter led the way in front and looked back.

"Those tables are full, but there's a table with fewer people over there."

"Okay, thank you." Yang Qiming said.

"You're welcome."

Huang Cailang followed behind silently, and could not help but give Yang Qiming a thumbs up. He thought that Brother Yang was indeed a man who had seen big scenes, and he was calm and steady in his work.

"Here, we are." said the waiter.

Yang Qiming still had a smile on his face and was about to say thank you.

I turned around and was stunned.

(End of this chapter)