After dressing well, I became popular with my culinary skills

Chapter 82

Chapter 82 Chicken Shredded Cold Noodles

    The door opened, and the family of three came into view.

    Su's father's name is Su Jian, and he is 52 years old this year. He has a dark face with Chinese characters, a slumped nose, and looks like he is about 1.7 meters tall. He has a beer belly and sweats profusely.

    Su's mother's name is He Cuilan. She is 48 this year. She is short and thin, with a slightly shrewd face full of resentment, "Su Yao, when you grow up, your wings will become hard? How many times will we call you when we arrive at the airport? , why didn't you answer?"

    "Sorry, I was sleeping and the phone was muted."

    Su Yao replied, her eyes wandering around the couple's faces.

    In the end, I couldn't find anything similar.

    He Cuilan snorted coldly, threw the suitcase in her hand, wandered around the room, and sat on the sofa unceremoniously to look around.

    His eyes fell on the sorted shoes and bags not far away.

    She got up and went over, looked at it several times, and said in a clear tone: "Yo? I haven't seen you for half a year, you have a few more bags, and my mother is missing a bag in her hand. Give this to me first.

    " I took the most beautiful one and took it away, put it in my hand and looked at it several times in front of the mirror.

    Ok.

    good.

    This bag matches the bracelet she just bought, so how about another pair of shoes?

    He Cuilan didn't ask at all, and just started to pick and choose, but the shoe size of the two didn't match. She looked at it for a long time, and finally picked a pair of stiletto heels that looked the most expensive and raised her chin, "Just this pair, You can get a pair of the same size according to my shoe size later."

    His tone was natural, and he didn't mean to ask at all.

    Su Jianre's body was hairy, and as soon as he entered the door, he threw his things on the ground heavily, and shouted loudly, "You are so old, how many glasses of water do you pour over?"

    "Mom, why doesn't Su Yao have a computer ? Ah, I want to play a game."

    The youngest brother, Su Zhihao, inherited the genes of the two. He is completely a little black fat man. He is still short

    . Looking at the bedroom, his eyes lit up: "This room is mine, I want to sleep here at night!" The

    words ended.

    He rushed over there with his schoolbag on his back, not bothering to change his shoes.

    Su Yao: "..."

    Su Yao has seen the face of the family through the memory of the original owner, but her personal experience is always different. Seeing Su Zhihao running into her bedroom, she almost didn't mention it in one breath.

    "The bedroom belongs to my sister, what does it have to do with you?"

    After all, it was Su Yue, who had been practicing outside for a month, and he didn't feel anything at all about Su Zhihao's behavior before, but now this little cousin's behavior is annoying her. .

    Closing the bedroom door one step ahead, she frowned and patted the little black fat man on the head.

    Su Zhihao glared at her: "Cousin, why do you care so much? I slept in this room last year."