Chapter 50 I don't like it very much

Lao Li, you are so loud that I can hear your voice in the kitchen.

Before Li Maogen finished speaking, the door of the single-family house was opened from the inside. Shen Mingtang had a pair of silver-edged glasses on the bridge of his nose, and he still looked gentle in Li Jiaojiao's impression.

Oh, Jiaojiao hasn't seen her for a long time. Your aunt said early this morning that you are coming and made your favorite osmanthus candy lotus root. These osmanthus flowers are the osmanthus nectar she picked on the osmanthus tree in the backyard yesterday. I just stole a bite and it was very sweet. You must like it!Shen Mingtang immediately came out and smiled at his old friend in three or two steps, and gave Shen Jialu a look with his eyes: Jialu took Jiaojiao in to rest first, and I will introduce my potted plant to Lao Li!

Li Jiaojiao happened to be not interested in potted plants. After saying hello to Shen Mingtang, she followed Shen Jialu into the door.

Unlike the extremely high-profile big house Li Maogen bought, Shen Mingtang's small single-family house is not too spacious, and some places even seem a bit narrow. However, Shen Mingtang's family of three has moved here for only more than a month, and the atmosphere of life here is already very strong.

The photo of the family of three on the short cabinet was taken many years ago. At that time, Shen Jialu was still a little boy but already knew what it means to smile without showing his teeth. He looked at the camera with a gentle and subtle face.

When Li Jiaojiao thought about taking photos when she was a child, she knew that she was grinning, and her big white teeth were flying all over the place, and she felt a little ashamed.

I happened to have a little shot at home, I don’t know if you like it or not.

Li Jiaojiao turned around and saw Shen Jialu pouring a cup of honey grapefruit tea for her immediately reached out to pick it up: I like it very much, thank you.

Shen Jialu's eyes turned to the photo behind Li Jiaojiao, and looked at the girl in front of her lowered her head and sipped a hot drink. A subtle bitterness surged deep in her eyes.

When you were a child, you liked to call me Brother Jialu the most.

But now I can't even remember his name.

But Li Jiaojiao has been sweet since she was a child. When she met anyone, her brothers and sisters would call each other so much that they didn't know how to kiss her. In addition, Shen Jialu had never met Li Jiaojiao a few times and went abroad with her parents. She has been living abroad for many years. In Li Jiaojiao's mind, she is even less competitive than those colorful memories.

But this did not prevent Li Jiaojiao from being sorry for him. She was holding the warm grapefruit tea in her hand and was still hesitating how to apologize. She heard Shen Jialu smile and say: But that's true. After all, it was something that happened more than ten years ago when I went abroad, and it was normal for you not to remember.

Li Jiaojiao originally thought that the talent mentioned by Li Maogen was not an adjective but a noun, and its value was probably no different from the "handsome guy" mentioned by the shampoo boy who pulled people into the store by the roadside.

Moreover, we can re-recognize it now.

Obviously, the gentle and easy-going man in front of him deserves those four words.

The steps of others were all given to Li Jiaojiao's feet. She was not the kind of person who showed her timidity. She immediately bent her eyes and showed her two little tiger teeth to send a friendly signal to the man in front of her: Then let's get to know each other again. My name is Li Jiaojiao, although you already know!

Li Maogen and Shen Mingtang chatted outside for almost half an hour before slowly entering the house at the call of Shen Mingtang's wife. Li Jiaojiao and Shen Jialu were already familiar with each other, holding a cup of tea cups with only a bottom left, chatting.

It's been a long time since I saw Jialu Xiao so happy.Shen Mingtang looked at his son's smile and softened his eyes: Lao Li, I'll ask you about a private matter. Is Jiaojiao in love now?

Don't say it, I really don't know about this. She is messing around all day long, and I can't bear to talk about her.Li Maogen looked at his daughter, but when he shook his head, he still smiled: I hope she can really be with Jialu, so I will feel relieved.

Why do I think you are someone you are worried about by Jiaojiao?The tacit understanding between old friends made Shen Mingtang read Li Maogen’s implication, and he patted Li Maogen on the shoulder: This is indeed the worst thing to have a daughter, I’m too worried about Ah.

At the dinner table, Li Jiaojiao was eating the osmanthus candy made by others and her mouth was like smearing honey, which made the elders unable to stop talking. Shen Mingtang’s wife Li Lingyu recognized Li Jiaojiao as her fucking daughter on the spot. She liked it so much. After dinner, she pulled Li Jiaojiao to ask: What kind of boy does Jiaojiao like?

I... Meng Jingtong's appearance appeared in Li Jiaojiao's mind without realizing it. She didn't hide it: I like people who look a little cold and unattainable on the outside, but in fact they are very gentle and delicate in their hearts, and they are very responsible, hardworking and capable.

Oh, so specific?Li Lingyu is at least fifty years old, and she still can’t tell Li Jiaojiao’s little girlish feelings: Does Jiaojiao have someone you like?

Li Jiaojiao chuckled, remembering that her relationship with Meng Jingtong is now a relationship that is not enough for her lover, and pouted: It doesn’t count, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t really like it.

I said I didn't like it, but in fact I just liked it all in my eyes.

Li Lingyu was so sorry that she asked a few more questions, but Li Jiaojiao beat her again.

Just as Shen Jialu brought the newly brewed tea to the coffee table, Li Lingyu saw that the red fingers were on his face and asked: Jialu, what's wrong with your hand?

It's okay, Shen Jialu put the teacup in front of the two of them and replied to his mother with a smile: I was just scalded.