Guo Zihang and Yang Shuan saw him stunned at the door and couldn’t help but follow him: “What’s wrong?”
“If this old man also participates in the group buying war, I may not be able to defeat him. He is too good at seizing business opportunities…”
The four of us had lunch at a hotel, and then stayed in the city for a while.
During this period, Jiang Qin received a call from Qin Ziang’s father, asking him if he was back from vacation and saying that he would treat him to a meal.
The Wanzhong Mall in the new city has been built. Qin Ziang’s father took advantage of the opportunity of cooperating with the government to take on several major projects, and his assets have quadrupled.
He is still grateful to this day for the green light given by Jiang Qin.
But Jiang Qin felt that the first meal back home should be eaten together by the family of four, as no one would be able to survive without it.
Especially as his son, it would be so sad for his parents if he was not there.
Life, although boring, still requires the pursuit of a sense of ritual for certain things.
After hearing this, Qin Xiongwei expressed his understanding and hoped to wait until Jiang Qin was busy before making an appointment.
In the evening, Yuan Youqin had just returned home and met the sixth aunt, second uncle, and third uncle before entering the door.
Before she understood what was going on, she heard everyone praising their Nanshu and talking about the gift delivery at noon for a long time.
“Are these all from Nan Shu?”
“Yes, I have never seen such a sensible daughter-in-law. This is a blessing. Look at the one in my family. She is too lazy to talk to me, and she doesn’t know what she owes that little ancestor.”
Yuan Youqinle’s mouth was hard to suppress: “These two children didn’t tell me.”
The third uncle smoked a cigarette and said, “As for the marriage, we have to make the reservations.”
“You guys wait a minute, I’ll call Nan Shu out.”
“…”
Half an hour later, it was already dark, and Jiang Qin was sitting in the living room, changing channels with an expressionless expression.
Jiang Zhenghong also just got off work. While drinking tea, his stomach growled.
The father and son looked at each other. In the end they were really hungry, so they went to the kitchen and each made a bucket of braised beef noodles.
“If I had known this was the case, I would have gone to the dinner arranged by Qin Xiongwei. I heard that even the waiters wear cheongsam!”
“Women are like this. Once we start talking, it won’t be over. Let’s put some food on the table first. They haven’t eaten anyway. They will definitely have to cook when they come back.”
Jiang Qin sipped the instant noodles: “This is not the sense of ceremony I want. I won’t agree to the eight dishes and one soup for such a darling son of mine when he comes home for the holidays!”