Chapter 1862 Classmates

When she went downstairs to start cooking soup, Shang Jiuxue came late.

There are also two young men around, one man and one woman.

Seeing his father picking beans by the door, Shang Jiuxue took two steps and called him dad.

"I'm back, this is a classmate. Go in and sit in. Your mother is in the kitchen. My hands are dirty. Please greet yourself. There are cans in your chest of drawers. Take them out and pour them on." As he said that, he also asked the two students to stay for dinner.

"Uncle, no need, we just come to take a look at the extracurricular books we have learned for a long time, not for dinner." The young man's face turned slightly red. When he met his parents at home, he felt oppressed.

Shang Zhenqing said kindly that he should not be polite. His friends who have been studying for a long time will not give them food to them at home, which is so rude.

Jiuxue went to the kitchen to get canned food. Ke Baijia was just watching the heat of the soup. Knowing that he had come to Jiuxue's friend, he asked him to keep his classmates for a meal. "We are not here every day. It's a fate to meet you. If you don't meet us next time, you can cook whatever you like here. You are not polite or polite. Come and sit down, don't be restricted."

When Ke Baijia came forward, she was more enthusiastic than Brother Zhenqing.

After a long time, I pulled my classmates up to read the book. I was afraid that they would be embarrassed, so the two of them immediately followed up.

Ke Baijia chose two more dishes and cooked them together later.

"You go and see if there is anything fresh in the seafood market, and get some shrimps and fish to add vegetables." This is not a restaurant, and no one delivers vegetables at all times. She must have needed Brother Zhenqing to take a trip to buy some fresh ones to pass Minglu.

Shang Zhen cleaned his hands and took the money out. Ke Baijia warmed up some ready-made rice and changed the soup in the pot to make a cooler loofah fist soup.

Fried beef rolls with onion, stir-fried shredded potatoes, mushrooms with Shanghai greens, crab-flavored mushrooms with scrambled eggs, sliced ​​sausages, find an angle, and make it a simple drawing image of a cartoon beef head.

After Shang Zhenqing came back, she chose shrimp Baizhuo, made a dip sauce, and the crabs were steamed directly.

The first few children were addicted to reading books. When Shang Zhenqing went to call them for dinner, they felt it was dark.

Kebajia is cooking below.

Fortunately, I am a big family. When I prepared tableware, I used a large table that could accommodate ten people. This time, I put seven dishes, one soup, a pot of rice and five sets of tableware in this way, so that it would not appear too crowded.

"Chongxin, Dali, sit down." Shang Jiuxue asked his classmates to sit down, then watched his parents sit down, and he took the initiative to serve food.

The first one is to give it to my mother, then to my father, then to my classmates, and finally to myself. He just dug up a basin of rice. Except for knowing that my mother didn't like to eat too much rice, it was only half a bowl of rice, the others' bowls were full.

Such a small move made Dali stunned.

He was not shocked to think that his classmates were filial and sensible. What was shocked was that he actually pretended to be for his mother first. In their family, they were just doing it for their grandfather or father first. However, it was the first time he saw someone pretending to be for his mother first.

In fact, I was surprised when I entered the door. Because Dali's father never does housework, and seeing him with his classmates was like he had never seen these two people before, the enthusiasm and simplicity of Shang Zhenqing and his wife surprised and envious Dali.

Looking at the table, it is comparable to the food they only hold during the New Year and the Festival. Dali really feels that with such parents, children will be so good-looking.

(End of this chapter)
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