MTL - Pat Me Please-Chapter 102 extra 3

When they were full of wine and food, the aunts forgot about eating barbecue.

The uncles at the banquet were too kind, Su Chang also drank a few glasses, Yu Zhou was a little angry, and almost got anxious with his uncle.

Su Chang's stomach is not good, and he finally went home to rest for a few days during the Spring Festival, so why did he still have the bad habit of drinking.

But she didn't really get angry, she just finished eating early, sat on the sofa and played with her mobile phone, sulking.

Ms. Zhao knew her temper best, and when she saw that she stopped talking, she knew she was unhappy, so she walked over and patted her on the back: "It's New Year's Eve!"

"The most annoying thing is to hear about the New Year's Eve."

It's better than death-free gold medals. It's like a mantra, it seems that after hearing it, you immediately burst into laughter, otherwise you are ignorant. Can the adults understand something?

"Uncle is watching." Ms. Zhao hit her shoulder with the chopsticks again.

Yu Zhou glanced at her, the eldest uncle was breathing alcohol at her, and smiled recklessly: "Oh, just two glasses, what can't you drink, be happy."

"Yes, yes, I'm happy, let's go." The little uncle saw that he was on the top, afraid of adding fuel to the fire, he quickly raised his glass to touch him.

Su Chang got up, raised his legs and walked over, leaned down in front of her, and put his hands on the armrest of the sofa: "I won't drink, and I won't be angry, okay?"

"You said before that if you can't drink it, you won't drink it." Yu Zhou felt that she was a bit hypocritical, like the kind of nervous and emotional person, which was very annoying, but she had to be annoyed, as soon as she heard Su Chang talking When he smelled the liquor, he frowned unconsciously.

Su Chang also always felt that baijiu was difficult to drink, as it was hot.

"Congee porridge," Ms. Zhao called her from behind holding a bowl, "Go to the kitchen and fry up my marinated crispy meat. I didn't eat two bites just after singing, so let her fill her stomach."

It's not a good look here.

Yu Zhou took a deep breath, walked into the kitchen without making a sound, turned on the fire to heat up the pan, and began to pour oil.

A large bowl was covered with plastic wrap, and inside were strips of marinated meat. She tore off the plastic wrap, took a pair of chopsticks, and put them in one by one when the oil was hot.

Amidst the humming sound of the range hood, the fragrance hit her, and she fell into a cool embrace.

Su Chang hugged her waist from behind, put his chin on her neck, and watched her fry the crispy meat.

"The door is not closed," Yu Zhou said.

But Su Chang tightened his arms and didn't let her go.

With a hint of alcohol, he said, "You hugged me just now when you were playing mahjong."

I didn't want to avoid suspicion then, and I can't now.

Okay, it makes sense.

Su Chang looked down at her action of frying crispy meat, suddenly took a breath, and laughed lowly.

"What's wrong?"

"Sometimes your actions and demeanor are a bit like your mother." Su Chang smiled and frowned, feeling a little helpless, "Let me play a little bit."

"What do you mean!" Yu Zhou exploded.

Think of Ms. Zhao Qingxia, her face is turning green.

"Well, when I'm angry, my eyes look a bit like your father's." Su Chang tilted his head to look at her, speaking lightly.

Speechless.

"Su Chang, you've offended me."

A beautiful flower, in the arms of the person she likes, with such a good atmosphere, she said that she is like her parents.

What kind of love is this talking about?

Yu Zhou pushed her away with a stretch of his arms. Did she commit a Tai Sui today? Why was she so angry all the time.

Su Chang leaned against the kitchen counter, slightly supporting the edge of the side platform with his hands: "I think it's very cute."

"Your parents are very cute, that's why you were born so cute."

Of course, it may also be because Yu Zhou is cute, so Su Chang felt that Ms. Zhao, who was somewhat similar to her, became kinder to her father.

"I was just thinking, if you are like your parents, then I should like you very much when you are old, and we should be very interesting together."

"When I was old, you were already older. Why do you still have choices?" Yu Zhou felt a little better, but he still wanted to hold on.

"No choice." Su Chang opened his mouth slightly, as if the words were pushed out from the tip of his tongue.

Yu Zhou turned off the fire, picked up the crispy meat in the pot, and put it in a dustpan to drain the oil: "I haven't seen you talk like this before."

Su Chang looked at her movements and was a little curious: "Why put it in the dustpan instead of the colander?"

Iron products should be easier to clean than bamboo dustpans.

Yu Zhou said: "When I was young, my grandmother made crispy meat for us and put it in the dustpan. My mother said that when she was a child, she ate crispy meat during the Chinese New Year and put it in the dustpan. So my mother made it like this, and I made it like this."

"Some habits can't be changed, like we have to eat shaozi noodles every morning on the first day of the new year. This is an inheritance and a sense of ritual. When one day no one wants to do these habits, they are too lazy to do them, or they just don't remember them. , I am afraid that our family will not get together like this."

Su Chang was thoughtful.

"Does your family have such rules?" Yu Zhou suddenly wanted to know more about her family.

Su Chang thought for a while, stroked the edge of the table with his hand: "No."

"Probably when I was very young, my whole family went back to my hometown to celebrate the New Year. My father, my mother, a few aunts, and I kowtowed to my great-grandpa. Does that count?"

"But it disappeared later." Su Chang added.

"My God, why is your family so foreign and feudal? Kowtow..." Yu Zhou was stunned.

"We have never kowtowed during the Chinese New Year. If we kowtow, we are only children, and no adults kowtow." She added.

Su Chang raised his eyebrows: "Yes."

Looking directly at Yu Zhou, it is self-explanatory.

It seems to be saying—someone said to kowtow to me.

"You are annoying!" Yu Zhou wanted to hit her.

"Knock one." Su Chang stretched out his hand and gently scratched Yu Zhou's waist.

"I'm afraid you'll lose your life, sister." Yu Zhou snorted coldly.

"sisters?"

"That's right, if you want me to kowtow, and you don't want to lose your life, we can only make a sworn vow," Yu Zhou said joyfully, "Huang Tian is on top and the soil is on the bottom, and then you bite your finger, hahahahahaha."

Su Chang shook his head without saying a word.

"What? What's your opinion?"

"Worshiping is not only the possibility of sworn worship, right?"

"Oh?" Yu Zhou looked at her and smiled.

"And marriage."

Yu Zhou crossed his arms and leaned against the tiles on the wall: "So is this a marriage proposal?"

"What do you think?"

"Not counting."

"I want a pompous one, hahahahahaha." Yu Zhou said, "One day you asked me to go to the movie theater, after the movie was over, we watched a man propose and he failed, and then I said it was miserable Ah, he said it's not bad, because the protagonist who proposed marriage today is someone else, I was confused, you stood up, I was stunned, covered my mouth with my hands, and took a deep breath."

Su Chang gradually frowned: "So specific?"

"Uh... I saw it on Weibo, and thought it was pretty funny."

Su Chang took a deep breath, but did not let go of his brows: "Are you sure you want this?"

"I don't even think about it. If this is the case, it would be quite social."

Seeing Su Chang heaved a sigh of relief.

"Why? You don't really think about proposing to me, do you?" Yu Zhou was startled.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Sooner, aren't you?" It's only been half a year since Su Chang got back together.

"It's a little bit, but it doesn't prevent me from thinking about it first."

"Oh my god, this person is thinking about how to marry me every day." Yu Zhou suddenly became shy.

Su Chang chuckled, and nodded her forehead with his eyes.

This look made Yu Zhou's feigned shyness a little bit more real. He stopped joking and asked her with a clear throat, "Do you want to eat crispy meat? It's not too hot."

"Yeah." The mouth responded, but the hand didn't move.

Yu Zhou sighed, picked up a piece with the chopsticks in his hand, and handed it to her mouth.

Su Chang took a bite.

"Is it tasty?"

"tasty."

Yu Zhou found that he was really a bit like Ms. Zhao, they were all the same, they liked feeding very much.

This discovery made her feel a little old and sad. She handed the chopsticks to Su Chang. The phone rang, and she clicked on it. It was a video posted by Peng Yuzhi in the group. She and Xiang Wan were visiting a temple fair.