"Xiangyun, you know that it is rare for Zeming to come back to have a meal with his father, on purpose!" Chen Nanqian walked to Chu Xiangyun's side and took out the posture of protecting the calf.

Chu Xiangyun pursed her lips and replied with a smile, "Auntie, what did you say?" I don't understand. ”

Chen Nanqian glared at her, "If you want to help Zexuan, you can't step on our Zeming's head." ”

"Auntie, if Dad hears this, he won't be happy," Chu Xiangyun raised his chin and looked at Chen Nanqian, "A bowl of barley porridge can't be exchanged for hundreds of millions of family properties." ”

"What did you say?"

Suddenly, a dull and deep voice sounded in their ears, and they realized that it was Jin Shaotang who walked in.

"Didn't say anything! Let's talk about whether Chanel's new style looks good this season, and whether it can get into the eyes of the Jin family's young grandmother. Isn't it? Xiangyun? ”

Chen Nanqian deliberately fiddled with Chu Xiangyun's dinner plate again, then walked to the door leading to the kitchen and shouted, "Aunt Mei, it's time to eat." ”

Jin Shaotang sat in the main seat, and Chen Nanqian sat down in the position on his right, and subconsciously glanced at the vacant seat beside him.

"Where's Zeming?" Jin Zexuan sat down beside Chu Xiangyun and asked deliberately.

"Humph!" Jin Shaotang snorted coldly in his nose, his face gloomy.

"Shaotang, Zeming just received a very important call, so it's too late to ......"

Chen Nanqian was just about to explain, but Jin Shaotang made a gesture to her not to continue, she smiled reluctantly, took the barley porridge from Aunt Mei and put it in front of Jin Shaotang.

Looking at the fragrant porridge in front of him, Jin Shaotang's cold eyes had some complicated content.

He scooped a spoonful with a spoon and fed it into his mouth, his brow furrowed.

"Two more minutes......" he put down his spoon.

Chen Nanqian lowered her head and was silent, she did stay up for two more minutes because of the movement made by her son.

"Really, I don't have to worry about having breakfast," Jin Shaotang stood up, and Uncle Wang, who was standing at the door of the restaurant, walked in and put on the coat he was holding for him.

"Lao Wang, let the driver stop on Yuhua Street for a while." Jin Shaotang brushed away Chen Nanqian's hand that reached over and wanted to help him button it.

"Yes, sir."

Jin Shaotang left, and the people in the restaurant who didn't dare to come out finally couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Chen Nanqian and Chu Xiangyun's eyes subconsciously met together, and they each moved away disdainfully.

……

The champagne-colored Rolls-Royce slowly opened the gate of the Jin family, and after more than half an hour, it stopped at Yuhua Street.

The driver came over and opened the door, Jin Shaotang got out of the car, and Uncle Wang followed.

The two of them walked more than a hundred meters ahead, and there were small tables and small stools in front of a small food shop, all full of people.

"Master, there are too many people."

"Buy a bowl and bring the cart up." Jin Shaotang looked at the people sitting everywhere, turned around and went to the car.

Uncle Wang walked into the small and crowded store, but found a familiar figure that stood out among the people, Jin Zeming.

Some people are like this, no matter where they are, they can always distance themselves from the people around them. It was a natural imposing and elegant nature.

He hurriedly walked over and whispered, "Third Young Master." ”

Jin Zeming didn't look at him either, picking up the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks, "He's outside?" ”

"Yes! The old man loves to eat the omelet noodles here, and the third young master is the same. Father and son! Always have the same preferences......"