coobybook Chapter 882 I disagree
Chapter 882 I disagree
Yu Qianqian walked into the yard and shouted loudly: "Dad, Mom, we are back!"
Yu Qianqian stood at the gate of the courtyard, her eyes moving between the main house and the kitchen, her voice carrying a hint of subtle excitement and nervousness.
As soon as he finished speaking, the kitchen door creaked open and a middle-aged couple wearing blue aprons that were washed white came out.
Yu's mother was still holding a spatula in her hand, and there were some oil stains on her apron; Yu's father was holding a rag in his hand and was subconsciously wiping his hands.
The two of them had the warmth on their faces after just moving away from the stove. When they saw Yu Qianqian at the door, their eyes lit up.
Then she noticed the two people behind her - Deng Zhouyi, who was wearing fitted casual clothes, with an upright posture and a capable look between his brows;
Teng Zijing was dressed in black, with a neatly ironed suit inside and a knee-length brand Nizi windbreaker outside.
Standing there, even without saying a word, he exuded a sense of alienation that was out of place in this small courtyard.
"This is..." Yu's mother paused, her eyes swept between the two of them, and finally fell on Yu Qianqian's face.
Yu Qianqian blushed a little, clasped her hands in the gift bag, and introduced: "Mom and Dad, this is my boyfriend, Deng Zhouyi. This is his boss, Teng Zijingjing."
Teng Zijing quickly stopped talking and said, "Hello, Auntie and Uncle." He stepped forward to shake hands and said, "Just call me Zijing."
Yu's parents were stunned, their smiles stiff and awkward. As soon as the word "boyfriend" came out, Yu's parents were obviously stunned for a moment, and their expressions were a bit complicated.
Surprise mixed with a bit of panic, his eyes swept over the exquisitely packaged gift boxes in the hands of Deng Zhouyi and the driver.
The red silk ribbon sparkled in the sunlight, and it was obvious that it was not something ordinary people would bring when visiting relatives.
The two looked at each other, and saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes that "this kid has a prominent background".
"Come in, come in!" Yu's mother was the first to react and hurriedly stepped into the house, holding a spatula in her hand to show her respect and enthusiasm for the guest.
"Are you tired from the journey? Qianqian, please invite the guests to sit down." Yu's mother said enthusiastically.
Yu's father also came to his senses, turned around and walked towards the kitchen, reached out and took the glass pot from the corner of the stove, which contained barley tea that had been dried long ago.
He walked into the room, took down a few glasses with red peony patterns on them from the top of the cabinet, poured tea into them, and there were still some indelible tea stains on the walls of the cups.
Teng Zijing stood at the door, his eyes sweeping over the furnishings in the room: the walls were whitewashed, some areas already yellowed; against the wall stood an old wooden cabinet, the copper lock on the cabinet door half rusted;
The most eye-catching thing is the wooden sofa, with its armrests polished to a shine and its seat cushions in a diamond pattern made up of various pieces of cloth.
He frowned slightly and subconsciously took a half step back, as if choked by the smell of fireworks in the air.
"Master Jing, please sit down." Yu Qianqian saw this and became even more uncomfortable. She said in a low voice, "Our family conditions aren't very good, please don't mind."
Teng Zijing withdrew his gaze and fell on the plate of fruit brought over by Yu's mother. It was obviously ordinary fruit.
The fruits he had eaten since he was a child were all top-grade. He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled.
But his tone was honest, praising the simplicity of ordinary people: "Auntie keeps it very clean. It has more human touch than the houses in the city."
After saying that, he sat down on the edge of the sofa. Although he felt uncomfortable all over, he still suppressed his inner cleanliness.
Deng Zhouyi was much more natural. He put the gift box in the corner and smiled at Yu's father and mother.
"Uncle, aunt, this is my first time here, so I don't have much to prepare. This is just a small token of my appreciation, please don't despise it."
Yu's father rubbed his hands together, a smile on his face, and kept saying "You're so polite";
Yu's mother also echoed: "Yes, yes, it's good to be back. Why did you buy so many things? You guys sit for a while, your uncle and I will go cook two more dishes, it will be ready soon."
The two of them left the house one after the other. As soon as they entered the kitchen, Yu's mother lowered her voice and nudged Yu's father with her elbow:
"This young man seems quite energetic, but... look at the gift and his boss. They both look like they're out of our league."
Father Yu added some firewood to the stove, and the flames crackled twice. He frowned and said, "Who cares about his background? As long as he's nice to Qianqian, that's all. Let's cook first and don't neglect the guests."
Having said that, I feel like there's a stone pressing on my heart - the gap is too big, and it always makes me feel a little uneasy.
Inside the room, Deng Zhouyi saw Yu Qianqian still standing there and pulled a chair for her: "Sit down, you've been walking around all morning, aren't you tired?"
Yu Qianqian sat down timidly, her hands awkwardly restless, her thumbs groping back and forth, and whispered, "My parents...are not very good at talking."
Deng Zhouyi picked up a cup of barley tea and handed it to her: "It's quite good, better than those pretentious ones in the city. Simple and honest."
He looked at the dried chilies drying in the yard outside the window and suddenly smiled. "Your yard is very special. My mother should like it very much."
Yu Qianqian looked up at him and saw that there was no disgust in his eyes. The tense string in her heart slowly relaxed.
Soon, a table of steaming hot food was placed on the wooden table in the main room.
The celadon bowl was filled with tender pork ribs, and the enamel plate was filled with golden fried meatballs.
A plate of scrambled eggs with green peppers is greasy, a bowl of stewed pork belly is refreshing,
Although these were common ingredients found in the countryside, and there was even some stove ash on the edge of the porcelain bowl, they were neatly arranged by Yu's father and mother, revealing a genuine enthusiasm.
Deng Zhouyi turned and walked to the corner, picked up the gift bag with gold-plated patterns, and took out a bottle of white wine in simple and elegant packaging.
When he unscrewed the bottle cap, there was a soft "pop" sound, and the rich aroma of the wine immediately spread.
He first filled the coarse porcelain wine glass in front of Yu's father, then poured a glass for Yu's mother, and finally poured a glass for himself.
He raised his glass and bowed to Yu's father: "Uncle, I offer you a toast. Qianqian is such a good girl, you two worked hard to raise her, I will remember this kindness in my heart."
As he spoke, he gently touched the bottom of his cup to the rim of Yu's father's cup, raised his head and drank the wine in the cup.
As his Adam's apple rolled, the wine slid down his throat, leaving a warm burning sensation. "I'll drink it. You can do whatever you want."
He put down the empty cup and filled it up again. When he turned to Yu's mother, his tone became more serious:
"Aunt, I salute you too. Qianqian is a good girl. It's my blessing to have met her. From now on, I want to spend my whole life protecting her and not let her suffer any injustice."
Yu's mother had never drunk alcohol before. The hand holding the cup paused, but she didn't lift it up in the end. She just smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes squeezed into a ball.
The smile on Deng Zhouyi's face froze for half a second, and then he touched her cup with the bottom of his cup as if nothing had happened, drank the wine in one gulp, and held the cup upside down, as a token of his sincere consideration.
Yu's father raised his hand and motioned him to sit down. His rough palm tapped lightly on the edge of the table. "Xiao Deng, how did you and Qianqian meet?"
Deng Zhouyi put down his wine glass, rubbed his fingers along the wall, and answered honestly, "I met him at a dinner party.
She is different from other girls, quiet yet lively, and she seems to have a strong tenacity...
The first time I saw her, I felt that this girl is the one I want to protect for the rest of my life."
Yu's father gave Yu's mother a look, and Yu's mother immediately picked up the serving chopsticks and put some pork belly into everyone's bowls:
"Come on, pick up your chopsticks and eat. Let's chat while we eat. Don't be polite. Just treat yourself like you're at home."
Teng Zijing sat beside them, looking at the steaming food in the bowl. The food was so vulgar that he had no appetite at all.
But seeing the enthusiasm on Yu's father and mother's faces, he still picked up the bamboo chopsticks and picked up a piece of the fish-flavored pork shreds in front of him.
The sweet and sour sauce wrapped around the tender bamboo shoots and shredded pork tasted unexpectedly good, so he chewed it slowly, savoring the simple flavor.
Deng Zhouyi suddenly stood up, put his hands on the edge of the table, and straightened his back: "Uncle, aunt, to be honest, I came here to propose to Qianqian.
You two elders, please tell me about any customs, rules, or requirements. Feel free to ask. As long as I can do it, I will definitely satisfy you."
Father Yu paused with his chopsticks in mid-air. He turned to look at his daughter sitting next to him, his brows slightly furrowed. "Qianqian, you've been sensible since you were little. Tell me the truth, how long have you known each other?"
Yu Qianqian was stunned by the question, her eyes suddenly widened, and she looked at her father with panic in her eyes.
His lips moved, but he didn't know how to answer - they had only known each other for less than ten days, and couldn't even be said to really know each other.
At this moment, Teng Zijing put down his chopsticks, wiped the corner of his mouth gracefully, and spoke to the rescue:
"Uncle, they met on the first day of the Lunar New Year this year. It's hard to explain fate.
We hit it off right away, and we felt closer than if we had known each other for ten years. As his brother, I was so happy to see him, so I immediately brought him here to propose marriage."
"Nonsense!" Yu's father slammed his chopsticks on the table, causing the porcelain bowl to jingle.
"Marriage has always been a matter of great importance, decided by parents and matchmakers. How can a young boy like you decide for others? Who do you think we are, the old couple?"
The smile on Teng Zijing's face faded a little, but his tone remained steady: "Uncle, although I am a junior,
But as Deng Zhouyi's older brother, an elder brother is like a father, so naturally I have the final say on his affairs."
Father Yu was even more displeased, his eyebrows knitted into knots. "Could it be that he has no parents? He wants you to stand up for him?"
"Yes." Teng Zijing met his gaze calmly, "He has never seen his father since he was born, and his mother raised him with great difficulty. It was not easy.
Over the years, they and their son have settled down in my Teng family. We grew up together, naked as a child.
A brother closer than siblings; I am both his boss and his relative.
To be honest, I'm also planning my own wedding. If you two elders don't mind, I'd like to marry my younger brother on the same day, so that we can have a double happiness."
The main room fell silent for a moment, with only the whistle of the boiling kettle coming from the kitchen, sharply piercing the slightly solemn atmosphere.
After a while, Yu's father put down his chopsticks, knocked his knuckles on the rough tabletop, and finally uttered a few words through gritted teeth: "I don't agree."
Teng Zijing couldn't help but clench his hands on his legs. When he raised his eyes, the temperature in his eyes turned colder. "Why?"
"It's not a good match." Yu's father's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip out, and his voice was filled with the stubbornness unique to farmers.
"Our Qianqian grew up in the fields, and you guys are big business people in the city. We are not the same kind of people, so it's not suitable."
Yu Qianqian sat next to him, her fingers tightly twisted around the corner of her clothes, her lips pressed into a straight line.
Her father's words were like a needle, piercing the unrealistic thoughts in her heart.
The questions and concerns raised in the restaurant this morning were finally brought to the table.
Even though she had physical contact with Deng Zhouyi, marriage was not a spur-of-the-moment decision. She was aware of the gap between urban and rural areas, and between the rich and the poor.
Yu's mother's eyelashes drooped, her brows knitted into a knot, her eyes filled with helplessness and loneliness.
In the end, he didn't say anything, just sighed deeply and swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
The afternoon sun refracted into the house through the windows, but it could not illuminate the haze in everyone's heart.