The Beautiful President Got Into The Wrong Car, I Just Locked The Door

In the large and bright kitchen.

Chen Suhui was busy beside the stove, preparing to cook some good dishes.

Next to it, Yan Ruoxi was absent-mindedly choosing dishes by the console.

From time to time she turned her head to look in the direction of the living room.

There was a hint of worry in his eyes.

I don't know what happened to Chen Fan?

Her father pulled her away, did she see something?

Or did Chairman Yan come up with some new tricks and want to toss Chen Fan?

She stayed by the side.

What if Chen Fan wears it for help?

But her mother is staring at her and won't let go, what can I do?

"Ruoxi, help mother peel a garlic.

"Wash this green pepper again.

"Have the dishes been selected? Ruoxi?? Did you hear what Mom said?"

Yan Ruoxi didn't hear it, and she kept choosing the dishes in her hands.

My heart has been muttering.

Why is there no movement in the living room?

Chen Fan shouldn't act so badly, let his dad see it?

Thinking of this.

Yan Ruoxi couldn't sit still anymore.

She put down the vegetables in her hand, took off her apron, and wanted to go outside.

"Eh, eh, why are you going?" Chen Suhui shouted, complaining, "I can't hear you several times. 35

Yan Ruoxi said casually, "I'll go make a pot of tea for my dad and the others.

Chen Suhui stopped her, "There's Mama Liu in the living room, you stay here to help Mama."

How does that work?

Yan Ruoxi bit her lip, a little anxious in her eyes.

What if her dad had another problem and made things difficult for Chen Fan?

Without her by her side.

How can Chen Fan beat her dad's old fox?

No, she has to go and help.

"Then I'll go out and see.

"What are you looking at? You're still worried about your dad eating him?"

Seeing that her mind was pierced by her mother, Yan Ruoxi did not deny it.

She simply took the fruit plate from the kitchen and said, "I'll go and deliver them fruit."

"I don't need you." Chen Suhui grabbed the fruit bowl, "I'll deliver it later."5

"You go wash this tomato.

"One Eight Three" Chen Suhui tapped the vegetable washing pool with her chin, and greeted Yan Ruoxi by the way.

"Hurry up! 35

"I have to fry the fish in a while, and my mother is too busy. 35

Listening to Chen Suhui's urging, Yan Ruoxi sighed helplessly.

Chen Fan, Chen Fan.

You must be smart!

Don't be exposed!!

This girl is dead or alive.

Depends on how your boyfriend behaves.

in the living room.

Yan Baichuan carefully took out a delicate tea tin from the tea cabinet.

This is a treasure he just collected not long ago.

He spent hundreds of thousands to acquire the top Wuyishan Dahongpao at a high price from a tea friend.

For Yan Baichuan, money is a trivial matter.

But the seven-year-old Dahongpao is rare.

On weekdays, he was reluctant to drink once.

Only when there are distinguished guests at home, Yan Baichuan is willing to take out a little to taste it.

Today, this kid is cheap.

Yan Baichuan clipped a fingernail of tea leaves with tea chopsticks.

A pained expression on his face.

Paused.

He gritted his teeth, and ruthless.

I took a little more and put it in the purple clay pot.

Wash the tea to brew, wake up the tea, seal the pot and divide the cup.

After the operation, Chen Fan couldn't help applauding his future husband.

This Bubble Tea Craft 6!

It's not even a little bit stronger than the operation of the old uncle's bucket of water.

But this time.

He has lost his prudence.

The old god was sitting on the sofa.

Waiting for the future old man to make a move.

After Yan Baichuan made the tea, he warmly greeted Chen Fan.

"Xiao Chen, uncle happens to have a jar of Dahongpao from some years here."

"Come on, let's help your uncle taste it, how does this tea taste?"

He had a calm expression on the surface, but he was scolding secretly in his heart.

Humph! White blinded his good tea.

It's best for this surnamed Chen to say something in a while.

Don't think that after saying a few good words, you want to dismiss him.

He is not vegetarian.

Yan Baichuan smiled inwardly.

Even though Chen Fan's performance was outstanding, he has been in the business for many years.

Don't trust others easily.

Anyway, be cautious, there is no problem.

If found by him.

This kid cheated with his own daughter.

hum!

He must have let this bastard know how awesome it is!

"Thank you uncle."

Chen Fan smiled and took the saucer with both hands.

Gently sniffed.

In an instant, a refreshing scent of tea came to the nostrils.

Yan Baichuan glanced at him and asked with a smile, "How is it?"

"Scent! 35

As soon as you enter the tea soup, the smooth and dry taste instantly fills your mouth.

Chen Fan immediately recovered.

Um?

He will do this too!

This feeling of betting must be hit is so cool.

He was simply the chosen son.

It seems that the uncle is not useless.

At the very least, tea is fine.

If not for Yan Baichuan, Chen Fan couldn't help laughing three times.

Crazy akimbo, who else!

Just one more sarcasm:

I'm not targeting anyone.

When it comes to tea tasting, everyone here is rubbish!

"How about it?"

Yan Baichuan looked at Chen Fan with a smile.

Drinking such expensive tea, if this stinky boy can't say one, two or three.

He should think about it.

Do you want to soak this bastard's head in a teapot.

Seeing Chen Fan shaking his head, Yan Baichuan felt a little doubt.

"What? This tea doesn't taste good?"

Chen Fan clicked his tongue and said seriously: "Uncle, I will tell the truth."

"The seven-year-old Dahongpao is indeed a rare good tea, but the taste is a little worse."

"Oh? Where is the difference?" Yan Baichuan's voice was neither salty nor light.

Slightly lower than before.

Although this kid guessed the year of the tea leaves, he was a little surprised.

After all, he only recently received this Dahongpao, and his daughter doesn't even know about it.

So it's definitely out of the question.

That's why this kid is confused again?

Yan Baichuan pondered to himself, and the doubts in his heart gradually diminished.

It's a fluke to be right once, and an accident to be right twice.

One after another, all guessed right.

That's the real deal.

But what did this kid just say?

Seven years of Dahongpao, the taste is bad?

I managed to get this superb tea by myself.

The stinky boy can't say it right?

Isn't that hitting him in the face?

Yan Baichuan hummed.

"Xiao Chen, listen to your tone, could it be that you have had a better drink?"

Chen Fan smiled slightly, the wind was light and cloudless.

"To tell you the truth, my uncle had several jars of ten-year-old Dahongpao. When I was a child, he often made it for me to drink. 35

Chen Fan didn't lie.

His uncle loves to drink tea, and often fiddles with strange things.

It's just that he was too young at that time and didn't know much about tea tasting at all.

He thought that his uncle brought some ordinary tea leaves.

Chen Fan still remembers that he couldn't sleep at night after drinking it.

Sing in the room with your eyes open.

He was so angry that his mother picked up a bamboo pole overnight and beat her uncle down.

Later, his uncle didn't dare to be a demon anymore.

Drink a similar tea flavor from Yan Baichuan.

Only then did Chen Fan react.

The broken leaves that I drank back then were actually Dahongpao??

No wonder my uncle was always bragging about the good things of those ten years.

I don't know where his uncle got it from.

Yan Baichuan, who was still calm above the sofa, was shocked.

The Dahongpao of ten years?

Did he hear it right?

Or is this kid bragging?

Seven years of Dahongpao are so rare, how could this boy's uncle have ten years of it?

Do you still drink often?

If the other party is not lying to him.

There is only one possibility.

This kid is really like what his daughter said.

Is it the child of a super real estate tycoon in the imperial capital, or even the nephew of a big family?

After regaining his senses, Yan Baichuan's expression was a little unnatural.

He thought about it a few times.

Mouth opened and closed.

This kid is so weird.

Gotta try it out.

Finally, Yan Baichuan thought about his words, and his tone became solemn.

"Cough cough, Xiao Chen, tea ceremony and painting and calligraphy are not separated. You are so good at tea ceremony, so you must not be bad in painting and calligraphy, right? What do you think of this painting in my living room?"

After speaking, Yan Baichuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the "Eight Horses" on the wall.

Chen Fan was stunned for a moment.

But looking up in the direction of Yan Baichuan's finger, he was happy.

yo

Is this a coincidence?

His uncle also has this painting!

It seems to be the same!!

When he was a child, he did a lot of paintings there!!

Yan Baichuan pointed to the picture of the Eight Horses on the wall and introduced it to Chen Fan proudly.

"This is the painting of Master Xu, a famous painter, but it took me a lot of effort to get it.

Master Xu?

This Chen Fan knows.

Master Xu is good at painting horses, Master Qi is good at painting shrimps.

Both are famous artists in Chinese painting circles.

When he was a child, his mother even bought stickers of Eight Horses and put them on the wall.

It cost two bucks.

Chen Fan touched his chin and looked up at the "Eight Horses" hanging on the wall.

The painting occupies most of the wall.

The eight horses in the painting are lifelike, vigorous, robust and unrestrained.

Exactly the same as the one his uncle kept in the house.

Chen Fan doesn't know much about painting.

If you have to let him evaluate it.

how to say?

It's quite true.

See Chen Fan's stunned expression.

Yan Baichuan's eyes were full of vigour, and the meaning of showing off was very obvious.

This kid actually showed off his ten-year-old Dahongpao.

Ha ha!

Business tycoon Yan Baichuan expressed dissatisfaction.

You have tea, I have paintings.

Yan Baichuan has always been proud of being able to collect this "Eight Horses".

From ancient times to the present, countless famous masters have all painted the Eight Horses.

Among them, the most famous and the most widely circulated is Master Xu's horse drawing.

The horses he painted are unparalleled in the field of painting, and no one can compare with them.

Isn't this kid bragging all the time, there are countless good teas at home.

Then he took out this "Eight Horses" and tried to test the details of this kid.

Yan Baichuan was a little proud.

In fact, the daughter never said that Chen Fan knew how to draw.

I just blow up this kid.

In Yan Baichuan's view.

Since he is a disciple of everyone, it is indispensable to contact these calligraphy and paintings on weekdays.

Knowing the tea ceremony might be a coincidence.

Appreciate paintings.

He doesn't believe that this kid can speak his mind?

At that time, he grabbed the fox's tail.

Look at how the kid is still pretending.

Yan Baichuan's eyes flashed.

He asked with a smile:

"Xiao Chen, I see that you have been observing for so long, so you must have some great ideas...

"Why don't you talk about it? What do you think of this painting?

Chen Fan was watching intently, but he was suddenly stunned by Yan Baichuan's question.

What's so good about him?

How is this evaluated?

The reason why I saw it just now.

That's because, Chen Fan thinks this painting is too familiar.

The moment I saw this "Eight Horses".

There is only one thought in Chen Fan's mind:

picture!

It's so similar!

Not only the style of painting, but also the depth of ink and brush strokes!

Just like copy paste.

Isn't this the "Eight Horses" hanging in my uncle's room?

So the moment I saw this painting.

Chen Fan felt very cordial and started to look for differences when he stared at the paintings.

But what can I say to my husband?

After saying that, he is not finished.

In the face of his father-in-law's pressing step by step, Chen Fan decided to use the dragging trick.

"Uncle, this painting is really good, but it's hard to see when it's hung on the wall.

"Would you like me to take a second look?

Under the scrutiny of Big Brother Yan, Chen Fan's palms began to sweat.

He glanced at his watch quietly.

It's almost 12 o'clock.

Why haven't you eaten yet??

Yan Ruxi has been gone for so long, why hasn't he come out yet?

If he doesn't cook again, he'll have to reveal his stuff in a while.

It seems to have seen through Chen Fan's thoughts.

Yan Baichuan didn't give him a chance to delay at all.

"Can't see clearly? This is easy to do!

Big Brother Yan waved his hand and shouted to the outside of the living room.

"Mother Liu, please call Lao Zhao and take this painting off the wall.

"By the way, bring my set of painting tools too!"

Chen Fan:

Dig the groove!

Done.

What kind of painting tool is this?

Where do you use what tools!

What do you use to see a painting without seeing it with your eyes!!

This can't fix myself.

the other side.

Inside the kitchen.

I heard voices from the living room.

Yan Ruoxi instantly became nervous.

Hearing this movement is not small?

Shouldn't it be...

Did her dad fight with Chen Fan?

Yan Ruoxi couldn't care about anything else, and left the half-washed dishes.

He grabbed the fruit plate in her mother's hand and walked out.

As soon as he went out, Yan Ruoxi saw such a picture.

Her dad and Chen Fan raised their heads, staring at the paintings on the wall.

This is... still not fighting yet?

Or is it over?

Yan Ruoxi was taken aback: "Dad, Chen Fan, what are you doing?"

The two looking at the painting turned around at the same time.

Yan Ruoxi came over with the fruit plate cut aside.

"What are we doing, come. Xiao Chen came over to eat the fruit. 33 Yan Baichuan saw his daughter came out with the fruit, he sat back on the sofa and greeted Chen Fan with a smile.

Seeing the unnatural look on Chen Fan's face, her father's expression was a win.

Yan Ruoxi's eyelids jumped.

broken!!

There was obviously something wrong with her dad's expression.

Shouldn't it be Chen Fan who screwed up.

Has it been revealed?

Taking advantage of the space between the fruit bowl, Yan Ruoxi looked at Chen Fan without any expression, and blinked three times quickly.

(How about it?)

Chen Fan understood and immediately shook his head.

(Not good.(;?_?))

After making eye contact, Chen Fan calmly stretched out 2.4 fingers.

He pointed to the painting on the wall.

Then frantically complained at Yan Ruoxi with his eyes.

Mr. Yan.

Your dad is so troublesome.

(--_-)-_____

Marrying you is comparable to a Tang monk studying scriptures from the West.

It is one more difficult than ninety-nine-eighty-one.

Who can stand this sturdy and shrewd old Taishan?

If it's out for a while.

Don't rely on me.

Yan Ruoxi didn't understand his eyes, but he understood his gestures.

Could it be that the old man took the test of Chen Fan's appreciation of paintings?

Seeing Chen Fan's embarrassed look, she instantly had an idea.

"Did you appreciate the painting just now?"

"Chen Fan, let me introduce you. This painting is the painting of "Eight Horses" that my dad has collected for many years..."

"Cough!" Yan Baichuan coughed loudly, interrupting Yan Ruoxi's words.

"Ruoxi, it's nothing to do with you, Xiao Chen Zheng and I are chatting speculatively, you go to the kitchen to help. 99

Yan Baichuan was already upset.

The two kept looking at each other.

When his father-in-law doesn't exist?

Yan Baichuan knew exactly what his daughter was thinking.

He sneered in his heart.

Thinking through the question?

no way!

Even if the two are really in love.

He also has to do a good research and consider it later.

Can't get past him.

Want to be his Yan Baichuan's son-in-law?

I want to eat fart!

The little girl now turns her elbows out.

After that, is it worth it?

"Dad, I want to hear what you guys have to say too?"

Seeing that Yan Ruoxi took advantage of the situation and sat beside the sofa, she didn't want to leave.

Yan Baichuan glanced at his daughter in disgust.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and help your mother, hurry up!

Boom away the reluctant Yan Ruoxi.

Yan Baichuan put on a smile again.

He turned his head and smiled kindly:

"Come on, Xiao Chen, come and eat the fruit. After eating, let's talk about painting."

Yan Baichuan thought to himself, this time I'm going to make you shriveled!

hum!

lad!

You are still tender!