AWB Chapter 359 Father-in-law's Defeat
Chapter 359 Father-in-law's Defeat
Zhang Wenling let Gong Yuanzheng disrupt his rhythm and didn't notice this small change in his language.
Being pulled by him, I couldn't help but scold him: "Why are you so flustered? You can talk about uncertain things in a serious manner. You think whatever you want to say is true. Tsk, young man."
Gong Yuanzheng hit back quickly: "You are not old, don't procrastinate. Everything should be handled as if there is a possibility. Otherwise, if she dies and waits for us for a long time, what will we do if we are sad that we didn't take her words to heart?"
"Hmph, let go, I can walk by myself."
"If you can't walk, how about I carry you with my Qinggong?"
"Go away, who can't walk anymore? You're talking as if someone's Qinggong is not good enough."
"Then hurry up."
"Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, you just keep rushing me like a flustered chicken. If you hurry me, won't you have to bathe and change clothes in this mansion first? You're going there with this odor, do you think she can't smell it?"
The middle-aged man smiled as he heard this. After the voices faded away, he stood up, closed the prison door, and prepared to start work.
He thought about the father-in-law and son-in-law.
Before Zhang Wenling came, he had someone inform him and asked him to cooperate in a drama, intending to put Gong Yuanzheng in a difficult decision to see if he was sincere about Zhang Xueming.
As a result, the other kid was not afraid at all and acted more decisively than this old hand, without any sympathy for the girl at all.
The middle-aged man looked down at Zheng Nanyi, whose jaw was still dislocated, and found it quite funny. He muttered in a low voice: "Zhang Wenling, ah Zhang Wenling, you have been hunting eagles for half your life, but in the end, you still got your eyes pecked by a little sparrow. That kid is not honest, he called my father before getting married...
By the way, who told me that boy is quiet and sweet? I will make fun of them tomorrow, they are a bunch of blind men. "
On the other side, Zhang Wenling had already led Gong Yuanzheng out of the dungeon.
Gong Yuanzheng couldn't wait to take a shower and change clothes. Besides, he didn't like doing such private things in a strange place.
He took out a small medicine bottle from the medicine bag, poured out a white pill sealed with a wax shell, crushed the wax shell, and threw the pill to the ground. Immediately, a puff of smoke rose up.
Before Zhang Wenling could react, he was dragged through the smoke and then out again.
Gong Yuanzheng let go, brushed off his shoulders, sleeves and hem, and then grabbed Zhang Wenling's sleeve again: "It's OK, father. It smells like grapes, very fresh, I guarantee there's no peculiar smell at all."
Zhang Wenling was frightened by his unexpected action and missed the second chance to discover his verbal trap and correct it.
Gong Yuanzheng did not give him a chance to think, and urged him to leave quickly, saying: "This bottle of incense pills is for me. I will prepare a bottle specifically for you when I return. It will be very convenient for you when you are away from home. Others may not have it if they want it."
It just hit the spot for Zhang Wenling.
Zhang Wenling couldn't help but follow him. As he walked, he couldn't help but raise his sleeve to sniff. He said critically, "Although the fruity scent is good, it's not suitable for men. Cedar, green bamboo, and old cypress are better."
Gong Yuanzheng got on the carriage and sat down before he smiled and said, "Everyone has their own preferences. I don't use the scent pills for myself."
Seeing that his face was about to fall, she added: "Even if there is only one chance to pass by her in a day, I hope she can smell the fragrance she likes."
Zhang Wenling was speechless and silently pressed his stomach. What's going on? I haven't eaten yet, but I feel a little full.
The carriage returned along the same route.
Zhang Wenling finally had time to recall Gong Yuanzheng's performance in the dungeon.
He pursed his lips, his eyes unkind: "Where is your quiet and shy side?"
The same question, different context, Gong Yuanzheng's answer also changed.
He chuckled: "Look at what father said. Who behaves exactly the same when he is outside and at home? At home, we are the children, we don't have to take the lead in everything. Why do we stick our heads around and irritate our family? I'm not that confused."
Zhang Wenling was shocked: "Who allowed you to call me father?!"
Gong Yuanzheng pretended to be confused and tilted his head innocently: "Inside the dungeon and outside the dungeon, I shouted twice in front of others, and my father acquiesced."
Zhang Wenling was furious: "You are so brave!"
Gong Yuanzheng retorted: "She gave it to me."
Seeing him patting his chest in anger, I kindly asked, "Father, can I take your pulse?"
Zhang Wenling could no longer maintain his noble family demeanor, and waved his hands like he was shooing away flies: "Get lost! Leave me alone!"
Gong Yuanzheng shut up obediently, and mentally told Zhang Xueming about what happened in the dungeon. He then said, "Anyway, the man in the dungeon and the guards outside the dungeon heard it. Everyone knows that I am his acknowledged son-in-law. He can't clear himself even if he jumps into the Yellow River."
Zhang Xueming couldn't help laughing: [You are really something. Stop while you are ahead. Don't make Daddy angry at once.]
[Don't worry, I won't tease him anymore. Zhao Zhao, where have you been? ]
【We have arrived at Xianpinju. 】
[Then don't miss me too much, we'll be there soon. ]
The carriage stopped outside the back garden gate of Xianpinju for a long time before Zhang Xueming got out of the carriage and was welcomed in by the shopkeeper.
The boss came and the shopkeeper was very attentive, but he only gave her a glance at the beginning.
She was stunned for a long time, and dared not look any further. She took over the waiter's job and respectfully escorted the person to the private room. She stood guard outside and personally delivered the tea, fruits and other food, fearing that her subordinates would behave inappropriately and offend her.
More than a quarter of an hour later, Zhang Wenling and Gong Yuanzheng arrived at Xianpinju.
When they entered the door, Zhang Xueming glanced up nonchalantly, then stood up in surprise: "Dad, Ayuan, how did you know I was here?"
Gong Yuanzheng gave her a thumbs up in his heart and agreed with her to smooth things over.
Zhang Xueming let Zhang Wenling sit in the main seat, and Gong Yuanzheng naturally sat next to Zhang Xueming.
Zhang Wenling quickly grabbed the man and said, "Sit over there."
He sat in the middle, one on the left and one on the right. He felt much more comfortable when he saw Gong Yuanzheng pouting his mouth unwillingly but not daring to protest.
Zhang Xueming asked the shopkeeper to serve new dishes, and in front of Zhang Wenling, he ordered ten crispy chickens to be sent to the sixth room.
"How about waiting for the new ones to come out and sending them together with the previous ten?" asked the shopkeeper.
Zhang Xueming looked at Zhang Wenling and said, "Dad, should we send the ones from our house first? I also ordered some dishes that Grandfather and Mom like. They won't taste good if they are left out for too long."
Zhang Wenling nodded in agreement, and Zhang Xueming asked Gong Yuanzheng, "Ayuan, would you like to order a few dishes to send to your grandparents and brother?"
Gong Yuanzheng nodded: "My taste is the same as yours. Grandfather and brother like spicy food, while grandmother, Brother Xue, and Xiaoxue like light food. Can you help me decide which dishes to order?"
Zhang Xueming sat next to him naturally. Zhang Wenling stared at him, unable to tell what was wrong.
After the two of them finished discussing, Zhang Xueming didn't return to his original seat, and he didn't want to separate them forcibly. He watched angrily as the two of them huddled together, whispering and smiling.
When the food was served, Gong Yuanzheng tasted each dish himself before serving it to Zhang Xueming.
Zhang Wenling was so fed up with him that he couldn't help but frown and sneer at him: "It's your own business, are you afraid that the food is poisonous?"
Gong Yuanzheng looked at him in surprise and continued to taste the dishes: "The restaurant helpers have to deal with so many ingredients every day, how can they compare to the meticulousness of the chefs in my own house? We can't stand the smell of meat, so of course I tried it first, and only let her eat it if there was no meat smell. Otherwise, she would lose her appetite and not be able to eat dinner well."
Zhang Wenling was stunned for a moment. Seeing that Zhang Xueming did not refute, he pursed his lips and said nothing.
During the whole meal, he watched the two little ones being affectionate and eating with relish. Although he did not forget to pick up some food for him, he just felt so angry that he was full.
Finally, Zhang Xueming refused to let him take the man away, and even pretended to be pitiful and begged: "Dad, I have been busy for several days, please be kind and let A Yuan accompany me to relax."
Zhang Wenling couldn't persuade his beloved daughter. He went back home and became angrier and angrier. He ran to ask his wife Yang: "Did you know that Zhao Zhao can't stand the smell of meat?"
Yang was enjoying her daughter's filial piety and was walking in the garden to digest her food. When she heard this, she replied lazily, "I know. Hasn't our baby been like this since she was a child? Not only can she not tolerate the smell of meat, but she can also not tolerate the smell of milk, mutton, and earth... She has a very picky taste and can taste any strange smell in the food. Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
Yang reacted and was surprised: "You didn't just know about it today? Who reminded you to go to Yuanzheng to find that child?"
Zhang Wenling's face looked a little grim: "But I saw Zhao Zhao was outside and in the army before..."
"If she doesn't have the conditions, she won't be picky. If she has the conditions, why should she endure it?" Yang sighed, "You old men just don't take care of children. How much can a child eat at home? How much can a child eat at a meal? How much can a child eat when she goes out? You have eyes, can't you tell whether she likes to eat or not?
Yuanzheng's child was only a few months older than Zhaozhao. When he ate at the same table with Zhaozhao, Yuanzheng always took care of her first and put the delicious food into her bowl.
You, as a father, have been eating at the same table with your daughter for more than ten years, but you still need your child to remind you about your daughter's taste... Tsk tsk, people are really incomparable. "
Zhang Wenling was like a defeated rooster, unable to raise his head.