The night of the grand wedding

  Don't look at Wen Man's usual gentle and reserved demeanor, but when she gets serious like this, the two crescent-shaped eyes behind her thick glasses can intimidate people to death.

  Jiang Yanfan didn't dare to make a sound at this time. The burnt smell coming from the pot made him realize that he had done something wrong. However, before walking out, he still remembered to find the oven mitts and handed them over to her, saying seriously: "Wear these, be careful not to burn your hands."

  Then, Wen Man raised her pretty eyebrows and finally recognized him. Without taking the glove, she asked, "How did you end up here, Mr. Jiang?"

  "I am a friend of Du Yu." Jiang Yan heard her mention Mr. Jiang, knew she remembered him, and smiled handsomely, "Didn't expect to run into you here."

  "How did you get to know Du Yu?" Wen Cang's eyes narrowed.

  "I originally knew Du Yu." Jiang Yan was stared at by her, his face almost poked out a hole, maintaining his style, smiling.

  Wen Man didn't know how to describe him, saying he was a vagabond, but the aura he exuded with every move, not at all like an ordinary family's person. So she slightly furrowed her eyebrows and said in a low voice: "If you really are friends with my Shixiong, then I must have misunderstood you. After all, when you came to the Wen residence last time, your friends seemed to be wealthy people."

  "How could all of my friends be rich? Especially with an income like mine." Jiang Yun's eyebrows rose slightly, showing a hint of displeasure upon hearing this.

  Wen Wan thought for a long time and couldn't catch any suspicious tone in his words, so he let out a long sigh and said: "So, you're really friends with Du Yu?"

  Jiang Yan saw that she believed him and nodded: "Since we are both Du Yu's friends, I suppose we can be considered friends too."

  If Wen Man couldn't hear the meaning in this, that would be strange. Therefore, her small face's thin layer of white skin slightly turned pink, and then immediately dimmed again after thinking of her mother Xu Yu'e's scolding words that night.

  At my age, I shouldn't be casually giving myself away in marriage. Of course, it's not about whether the other person has money or not, but a man's character is ultimately the most important thing. But this guy, without mentioning that he's from a poor family, the worst part is that he only seems to have his good looks going for him.

  Jiang Yan saw her little face turning red and white, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

  "Mr. Chiang, there's something I need to clarify first. I think you and I aren't suitable for each other. Your world must be more exciting than mine. You should have had many girlfriends."

  "Who said I have many girlfriends?" Jiang Yun interrupted her, seemingly slightly annoyed, his eyebrows furrowed, his face turned to one side and his voice was low as he said, "I originally thought you were different from your family members, wouldn't look at me with colored glasses."

  Wen Manrao was choked off by the slightly heavier words behind him, and seeing the expression in front of him, not at all like the frivolous and dissolute air, also today he didn't dress up like that night when he went to the banquet, wearing an ordinary shirt and blue black trousers, showing some elegant student temperament.

  Jiang Yan reached into his pants pocket, slightly moved his eyebrows, and then pulled out a simple leather envelope. He slapped it into her hand and turned around to walk out of the kitchen.

  In the living room, Du Yu saw him come out and asked: "What's wrong? Weren't you helping in the kitchen?"

  "I accidentally burned the dish."

  "Is it burnt? The dish is charred?!"

  Du Yu's sudden loud voice startled Jiang Yan slightly.

  "Ah. The dishes cooked by Manman are all exquisite and delicious." Du Yu touched a certain place on his chest, feeling heartache that the delicious dish at noon was missing one dish.

  Jiang Yan was surprised for the first time to see someone feeling distressed because of a dish, and he asked again in a low voice: "Is it delicious?"

  "It's extremely delicious." Du Yu raised one finger mysteriously, "Once you've eaten it, you'll be hooked for sure."

  Talking about being extremely delicious, Jiang Yan's tongue tip licked the corner of his mouth, recalling the instant noodles Wen Mian had made for him that night, the flavor was unparalleled.

  Ke Du Yu continued to put his hand on his shoulder and asked: "Did you make Manman angry?"

  Jiang Yan hummed softly, thinking that when Wen Man was angry, her eyes were quite intimidating.

  "How did you offend her?" Du Yu comforted him on one hand and asked about the whole process in detail on the other.

  "I'm worried about her hand." Jiang Yan slowly explained the reason.

  Du Yu understood what was going on and smiled reassuringly, telling him not to worry at all. "When it comes to kitchen work, Manman is much more skilled than us. All these years, she has never been scalded. She's very clear about the temperature below which she won't get scalded."

  Jiang Yan listened to him repeatedly guaranteeing, a pair of handsome eyes still gazing at the kitchen door.

  Du Yu couldn't help but recall his own infatuation with his wife, Chun Xia, when he saw him like this, and so he believed what he said a bit more.

  Half an hour later, dinner officially began.

  Four people sat around a small square table. After Early Summer put the last dish in the middle, she patted her hands and said, "Come on, everyone, don't be polite."

  So, Du Yu and Chu Xia had a tacit understanding and neither of them immediately picked up their chopsticks. Du Yu scooped some soup into a bowl and placed it in front of Jiang Yan, saying: "Try some."

  The warm vine wrapped around the tip of her eyebrow, and with a downward motion of her hand, she could feel the cowhide envelope in her pocket.

  Jiang Yan, sitting across from her, picked up the small bowl and slowly took a sip. A pair of bright eyes looked over through the mist above the rim of the bowl.

  When Wen Man caught his gaze, she suddenly lowered her head, reached into the pocket of her top and clutched the envelope tightly, her eyebrows furrowed sharply.

  Early summer and Du Yu looked at each other quietly, smiling at each other, and raised their chopsticks.

  "Where is Jiang Yan working?" Chuxia asked on behalf of her best friend to probe into his situation.

  "I studied and worked in Beijing," Jiang Yan replied. "So if you're going to Beijing this time, I can be your tour guide."

  "What's the specific job?"

  "Temporarily in a unit of the troops, doing odd jobs." Jiang Yan said, "Because it's an unstable public job, so I don't earn as much as other friends."

  "But I'm not afraid either. At least you have a job now. My first requirement for my husband is also that he shouldn't be lazy." Chū Xià said with a smile.

  Wen Man's eyebrows rose upon hearing this. Who was it that just a few days ago had whispered to her, saying that when looking for a man, she couldn't have three noes?

  Moreover, despite the three of them chatting and laughing, their chopsticks never stopped for a moment. The eight dishes and one soup were already half gone in ten minutes. Of course, Chunxia and Du Yu always eat more than usual when it's her turn to cook, and today was no exception. However, this new good-for-nothing, just like that night, seemed as if he had been starving for eight lifetimes, and after taking a small sip of the soup, immediately gulped down three bowls in one breath.

  She slightly curved her crescent moon-shaped eyes in satisfaction, adjusted the big black glasses on the bridge of her nose, and covered herself.