RPAGF 891 is much better than your uncle.
891 is much better than your uncle.
Men often experience some unspeakable embarrassment when they reach middle age.
My uncle's hand, gripping the teacup, was stiff at that moment.
It perfectly portrays the feeling of "feeling powerless" in middle-aged people.
The aunt's gaze swept over her uncle and then landed on Chen Mo.
The young man had straight shoulders and back, and his wrists, which were exposed by his rolled-up sleeves, had neat lines. Even the way he held the cup exuded strength, and he looked very strong.
The admiration in her eyes was impossible to hide; she thought to herself:
Qingqian has such good taste; she's sure to have a blessed future.
"Hey, Uncle, how about we play cards first?"
Lu Qingqian smiled and smoothed things over, subtly offering her uncle a way out.
Upon hearing "playing cards," the younger uncle's eyes lit up, and he was about to respond when his aunt interrupted him:
"Why are you getting involved? I'll take care of it."
He then sat down at the card table with a deft air, his shuffling motions exuding an undeniable authority.
My uncle chuckled twice but didn't refute me.
That expression made it crystal clear who was in charge at home.
This also echoes the old saying, "If you lack confidence, you'll speak weakly."
Lu Qingqian glanced at Chen Mo secretly, her smile softening, and said softly:
"Please sit down, I'll go get you a cup of hot tea."
This gentle demeanor contrasts sharply with the way the aunt treats her uncle.
My uncle couldn't help but sigh, crushing the sunflower seed shells in his hand.
"Auntie, wanna play a couple of rounds?"
Lu Qingqian looked at Lu Yao next to the grill table, who was frowning at her laptop.
The screen was filled with outlines of "period novels".
My fingers are still typing out details of the old alleyways from my childhood memories on the keyboard.
"Not coming."
Lu Yao didn't even look up, rejecting him decisively.
The fact that she was waiting here to see her nephew-in-law was already a great favor to Chen Mo.
After all, Chen Mo had helped her clarify the logic of the novel and offered many creative suggestions.
She admires Chen Mo.
But to ask her to put down her manuscript and play cards with him?
That's a complete waste of time.
Lu Qingqian had anticipated this answer, and with a smile, she turned and pulled her third uncle to the table.
There's no shortage of people in our family who know how to play cards. If my parents hadn't been busy cooking today, we would have had a whole table full of people already.
The elders are very confident when playing cards. They have a relaxed work schedule and little entertainment, so they often get together with colleagues and friends to play a few rounds whenever they have free time. Over time, they have developed their skills.
In contrast, Chen Mo only spends about two holidays a year with Ye Shuhui.
In the eyes of his elders, he was just a novice who was paying "tuition fees".
But after a few rounds, the atmosphere at the card table changed.
The aunt paused, her hand holding the cards faltering, her eyes glancing repeatedly at Chen Mo out of the corner of her eye.
This kid has an excellent memory for cards, and he plays them very steadily. He even times his splitting of pairs perfectly. His mind is sharper than a calculator.
"Do bosses in Shanghai also rely on mahjong to build relationships for business?"
The aunt couldn't help but ask.
Chen Mo smiled and shook his head, tapping the cards lightly with his fingertips:
"No way, I'm just spending the Lunar New Year with my family."
"Then that's your talent, much better than your uncle's."
The aunt blurted out these words without noticing her uncle's face instantly stiffen.
My uncle opened his mouth, but only managed to utter a "...".
Ever since his wife met Chen Mo, she's found him increasingly unpleasant to look at.
Aside from "job stability," they didn't praise anything else.
Back in the day, my aunt was a beauty in school.
When she first joined the company, the number of men who pursued her could stretch from the school to her doorstep.
Although she is now older, a bit plumper, and has some fine lines around her eyes, she still retains her charm.
"This is the last game, we'll eat after that!"
Lu Qingqian coughed lightly, interrupting her aunt in time.
She had long noticed her aunt's dissatisfaction with her uncle.
The way he looks at Chen Mo now is overflowing with admiration.
Lu Qingqian even felt that if her aunt had a daughter, she would definitely snatch Chen Mo as her son-in-law.
But she didn't know that her aunt wasn't thinking about her "son-in-law".
It's like saying, "If I were twenty years younger, maybe..."
"What a fool."
Chen Mo smiled and pushed the cards over. The cards were neatly arranged, forming a large pair.
Uncle San shook his head and laughed:
"How come your new son-in-law has such good luck?"
"He's not married yet, he's practically the betrothed son-in-law!"
My aunt eagerly chimed in, her tone full of approval.
Everyone laughed, and Lu Qingqian grabbed Chen Mo's wrist: "Let's go, let's go eat."
The restaurant was filled with delicious aromas; the sauce from the braised fish was steaming hot, and the tender pork ribs were bubbling in the casserole.
Lu Qingqian turned and went upstairs to call Lu Yao. Chen Mo sat down with the others, but his eyes followed her back the whole time.
She was wearing a tight red sweater that hugged her mature and shapely figure.
As the hem of her skirt swept across the stair railing, even her silhouette exuded an air of intellectual elegance.