The Road to Slaying God

Finally, the long-awaited meal is cooked and the rice is fragrant.

The dining room is the living room, and the living room is the dining room. Soon, a small round table was set up, and the food was placed one after another. Liu An and Liu's father also took off their aprons and sat on the table.

"Haha, since you two are here, you are guests of our Liu family. You are welcome. Come on, have a drink with me first."

Liu's father was indeed a model of a good husband. He felt something was wrong and immediately cheered up the atmosphere. He poured a full glass of medicinal wine for the two of them. The medicinal wine was contained in a glass bottle, which contained some medicinal materials and a small curled flower snake. .

"Uncle, I...I don't drink medicinal wine..." Zhang Yang looked at the little flower snake and felt like vomiting. He was bitten by a snake when he was a child and had a psychological repulsion towards snakes.

"Well, I don't drink medicinal wine either." Seeing Zhang Yang say it, Duan Jun breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Haha, that's a pity, I only have medicinal wine here..." Father Liu smiled kindly.

"Yes, uncle, we are guests, why don't you just accommodate us today and drink some white wine?"

Zhang Yang stood up and walked to the pantry, took out a bottle of white wine from the pile of gifts and opened it. Suddenly, the whole room became quiet, and several pairs of eyes fell on Zhang Yang.

It is said that guests do as they please, but now Zhang Yang is doing the opposite. However, Zhang Yang's natural expression makes people feel that they are against guests.

How did everyone know that Zhang Yang is now a strong man, and every move and gesture will give people a sense of focus. Moreover, his state of mind is completely different from before. He is naturally different in dealing with many things. To put it bluntly, Zhang Yang In the future, I will become less and less able to accommodate others and become more self-centered.

Most truly superior people rarely care about the feelings of others.

If we take it more seriously, this is an impolite behavior, but Zhang Yang did it extremely naturally.

"Okay, then I'll accommodate you."

Father Liu carefully poured a few glasses of wine and medicine into the glass bottle, and then took out three more wine glasses and filled them up.

"Eat whatever you want, don't be polite. No matter what, you are all Liu An's friends." Liu's mother picked up a chopstick of food for Liu An and greeted Zhang Yang and the others, with a kind look on her face. This was different from the way she initially kept people away from them. The expressions were completely different. Obviously, Mother Liu now completely regarded Zhang Yang as a guest.

"Thanks!"

"Thanks!"

"Mom, I'm sorry." Liu An buried her head in eating, not daring to look at Liu's mother.

"Silly boy, you don't have to lie to your mother anymore. Marriage is a lifelong matter. It's better to have it short than to spend it too much." Mother Liu smiled dotingly.

"Auntie, Liu An and I are classmates, but, I..." Duan Jun explained hurriedly.

"Duan Jun, what did we say in the beginning?" Liu An interrupted Duan Jun with a sullen expression.

"No, Liu An, this is my only chance. I really like you, I mean it. You have always just regarded me as an ordinary friend. This time you asked me to pretend to be your boyfriend. I know, this is It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but there was an urgent matter that needed to be dealt with. It was delayed for half an hour. After it was dealt with, I rushed over immediately. I also knew that Zhang Yang was only temporarily filling my role, and I was your real boyfriend. "Duan Jun suddenly poured a glass of wine into his mouth. His fair face suddenly felt like it was on fire. The hot alcohol provided him with courage.

"Okay, needless to say, I said from the beginning that you are no longer qualified." Liu's mother seemed dissatisfied with Duan Jun for ruining the atmosphere of the meal.

"Why? I want to know the reason!" Duan Jun's temper seemed to be very stubborn.

"It's very simple. If you have a car, it's great. When you come to my house, Liu An, do you need to honk your horn wildly downstairs?"

"Ah..." Duan Jun suddenly looked ashen.

"In addition, you know the cause and effect of the matter, so you naturally know that Zhang Yang is also a fake. However, you spared no effort to expose him and want to make him look embarrassed. This kind of character is not suitable for my family, Liu An."

…

Mother Liu's words were extremely sharp and left no room for error. This time, Duan Jun was completely silent, his eyes a little dull.

"Haha, aunt, interrupt me." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"Zhang Yang, I can see that you also care about Liu An. When Duan Jun came, you had a very uncomfortable feeling between your eyebrows. Do you also want to know the reason why you are not suitable for Liu An?" Mother Liu said with a full smile.

"Mom, Zhang Yang is really feeling unwell?" Liu An's eyes lit up and she looked at her mother in surprise, but her mother rolled her eyes at her and shut up immediately.

"No, I don't want to know, I just want to know how uncle impressed aunt." Zhang Yang shook his head and looked at Liu's father with a smile.

"Hehe, hey, I want to know too. She has refused to tell me for so many years." A trace of pride flashed in Father Liu's eyes.

"Mom, tell me, I want to know too."

Liu An looked excited. Obviously, she also wanted to know this secret. Even Duan Jun, who was a little lost, also looked at Liu's mother.

"You all want to know?" Mother Liu's face turned slightly red and she said in surprise.

"Think!" the four of them said in unison.

"Then...then let me talk..." Mother Liu paused, as if immersed in the golden years of the past, "I met your father when I was very young. I remember that at that time, your father was a man of few words. A man who seldom talks. He likes to look at me quietly and keep looking at me. No matter where I go, I can feel his eyes. When I go to work, when I get off work, when I go to the street... your father will do it. Follow me from a distance..."

"Ah... you know?" Father Liu, who was nearly fifty years old, turned red in the face.

"Diexiang, do you think no one will catch you peeping?" Mother Liu laughed and scolded.

"I..." Father Liu's neck turned red, and he quickly lowered his head and took a few mouthfuls of rice to cover up his embarrassment.

Almost at the same time, Liu An glanced sideways at Zhang Yang. When it came to peeping, Zhang Yang was an expert. However, unlike Liu's father, Zhang Yang had no specific target for peeping. When he was in Noble City, almost every girl was. Publicize the target of voyeurism.

Sensing Liu An's gaze, Zhang Yang felt that his forehead seemed to be sweating. It was so unexpected that the gentle and quiet father Liu was actually the one who spied on the birth.

"However, your dad is very introverted. He doesn't dare to express it to me. In fact, I have to create opportunities for him to get close to me..." Mother Liu's face blushed.

"What happened next?" Liu An asked anxiously.

"Later, later... one time I went to your dad's house, and your dad invited me to dinner and cooked it himself... the food was delicious..."

"Mom, can you please stop stammering? Can't you finish speaking in one breath?" Liu An, not a patient listener, urged.

"Damn girl, are you so interested in my mother's vagina?"

"I'm also interested..." Liu's father said coldly.

"I said it, I said it." Mother Liu gently placed the bowls and chopsticks, adjusted her mentality and said, "At that time, your father asked me if the food was delicious. I said it was delicious. He said, I am willing to give it to you every day. you do……"

…

There was a moment of silence in the room. This story seemed very ordinary, but it was also very shocking. There was a strong sense of love in the ordinary.

"Why have you rarely let me cook in these years?" Liu's father lowered his head and was silent for a while, then asked with a frustrated look on his face.

"Secret." Mother Liu smiled slyly, and her expression seemed to have returned to the innocent era.

"I know." Zhang Yang smiled.

"You know?" Once again, the four of them said in unison.

"Yes, I know, but I can only say it with my aunt's permission." Zhang Yang smiled.

"Okay, I agree with you, I really want to know what you think." Mother Liu thought for a moment and said.

"There are several reasons. First, my aunt believes that my uncle does not have many advantages, but being able to cook may be the biggest highlight. In order to maintain her love for my uncle, my aunt does not dare to let my uncle cook often for fear of causing trouble. I get tired of this taste in one day, so I always keep myself in a feeling of expectation. Every time my uncle cooks, it will definitely satisfy my aunt greatly and make her have strong expectations again..."

Zhang Yang paused for a moment, and suddenly, the room fell into an atmosphere of extreme uneasiness. Father Liu's face was pale, and Mother Liu wanted to speak several times, but she finally controlled it.

"Haha, uncle, I know you feel uncomfortable. In fact, there is no need to feel uncomfortable. It is already a success for a man to be able to keep his wife looking forward to him throughout his life. What's more, the important point is the second point."

"Well, let me listen to the second point." Father Liu's voice was a little hoarse. This taciturn man could not forgive his beloved wife for marrying him just because the cooking was delicious.

"Second, this is the most important one. Why doesn't aunt let you cook more often? In addition to the first reason, the most important thing is that aunt did not marry you because you can cook, but because she loves you deeply. , she believes that even if she doesn’t eat your food, she will still love you. You will definitely ask, there must be a reason to love someone, right? Haha, I’m sorry, I can’t tell the reason. Is it true to love someone? You need a reason!”

"Thank you." Father Liu's brows widened and he glanced at Zhang Yang gratefully. He had always thought that he was not worthy of his wife.

"Old man, you didn't believe me just now?" Mother Liu patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. She was very nervous when she saw her husband's disappointed expression just now.

"I..." Father Liu was so frightened that he shivered. I dare not look into my wife's eyes.

"You will be punished to cook every day from today until I get tired of you, hum!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll do it in different ways every day. I'll make sure you won't get bored." Father Liu chuckled.

Looking at the strong affection between the two couples, Zhang Yang felt extremely warm. He thought of his parents and Liu Biao's parents. It seemed that every happy family had a striking similarity.

"Zhang Yang, tell me about yourself." Mother Liu suddenly asked.

"Haha, I have nothing to say, my love life is a mess." Zhang Yang said with a bitter smile.

"Why do you say that?" The attentive Mother Liu immediately noticed the miserable look on Liu An's face.

"I can't say that I can't reach your level." Zhang Yang shook his head and refused to talk about himself.

"You..." Mother Liu frowned, which made her very embarrassed.

"Dudu..."

"Dudu..."

Just as Liu's mother was about to ask a question, she was interrupted by the ringing of a phone. It was Zhang Yang.

"Feel sorry."

"Take it, it's okay." Mother Liu smiled kindly. Inexplicably, she had a good impression of this young man, even though he didn't give her face.

"Hello?" Zhang Yang answered the phone. This was Liu Biao's phone number.

"Zhang Yang, are you almost finished eating?" Liu Biao's voice was full of excitement.

"Soon."

"Hey, mother-in-law, how are you?" Liu Biao asked teasingly.

"Ahem... not bad..." Zhang Yang glanced around awkwardly. The phone call was too loud, and the room was so quiet that he could almost hear it.

"Sister Xiaoqing and I are here to pick you up. We will go to Orange Island in the afternoon. Just wait, we will be here soon. Eat quickly, I guess you are still eating..."

"Orange Island, I don't know if Liu An is going or not..." Zhang Yang subconsciously looked at Liu An.

"I'll go, I'll go!" Liu An said happily.

"Okay, we're at Liu An's house. Come over here. Do you know the place?"

"Xiao Qing knows the road, just wait. Uncle Biao, I will make a big scene to pick you up, quack..."

Just as Zhang Yang was about to ask what the occasion was, Liu Biao had already hung up the phone.

(To be continued)