[Host, this plane is a bit dangerous. You have to be cautious. You can no longer fish for three days and dry the net for two days as before.]
Su Qiao rolled his eyes quietly.
Does she have it?
Unjustly accused.
She clearly completed the first three novice levels very well.
Su Qiao was chatting with Xiaosi, but the fat woman opposite was still chattering.
"Also, my son is Ability User. He is a person who does big things. Don't go to him for trivial matters and delay his work. I want you to look good."
Su Qiao looked up calmly, put his hands on the table, and slowly raised his eyelids. "Is there more?"
The woman was a little satisfied with her attitude. "If you didn't ask, I would have really forgotten about it."
He ordered very rudely, "After you get married, your messy relatives should stop interacting with each other."
"Especially your lame father, you are not allowed to have any contact with him in the future, so as not to make others laugh at us Lin Family for finding such a poor in-law."
Su Qiao's face turned cold.
He pursed his lips tightly and looked at the young man next to him with a slightly cold and scrutinizing gaze.
He is 1.7 meters tall, weighs 1,780 pounds, has three or four layers on his chin, his facial features are average, his face is covered with pimples, but his small eyes are sparkling.
At first glance, he is not a pure-hearted person.
"Xiao Qiao, you... what are you looking at?" Lin Feng felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by her.
Su Qiao had no expression on his face, but there was a coolness in his cold Danfeng eyes.
He picked up the glass in front of him and took a sip of boiled water before speaking casually:
"Nothing, I just want to see if you are inlaid with gold or jade?"
Getting married does not mean selling oneself, but he even said that after getting married, he could not even have contact with his father.
It's downright ridiculous.
Although Su Qiao has not yet had time to integrate her memories, she has a very bad impression of the mother and son.
Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, unable to react. "What?"
There was a burst of acid in the stomach, Su Qiao looked at the sumptuous dishes on the table.
"Wait until I'm full first."
Being hungry and with a lot of food in front of him, Su Qiao decided not to treat himself badly.
Ignoring them, I picked up my chopsticks and bowl and started eating.
Lin Feng opened her mouth, wanting to ask what she meant by what she just said.
But seeing that Su Qiao was focused on eating and didn't want to talk to him, he temporarily suppressed his thoughts.
But, he always felt that she had become a little different?
Didn't she really want to be with him before?
Why has your attitude suddenly turned cold now?
Madam Lin on the opposite side couldn't help but feel even more disgusted when he saw Su Qiao working hard.
"Tsk, tsk, look at how poor she is, as if she hasn't had good food for hundreds of years. It's really embarrassing."
Lin Feng had a bad feeling in his heart, and his face looked a little ugly. "Mom, please stop saying a few words."
Madam Lin became angry, and his voice became louder. "I'm not wrong."
"Look at how she looks, whether she's sitting or not, whether she's eating or not, and how rudely she's picking up food with her chopsticks."
"Hmph, he looks like a starving ghost reincarnated. You can tell he came from a slum."
Su Qiao looked at the chopsticks in his hand, a little puzzled.
Aren't chopsticks just for picking up vegetables?
However, since they all disliked the dishes she had picked up, that was... just right.
Su Qiao kept stirring his hands a few times with his chopsticks on each dish.
"You...?"
Madam Lin was about to stretch out his chopsticks, but when he saw her action, he suddenly became so angry that he felt a breath in his chest.
Su Qiao looked up with a confused look on his face. "What's wrong? Why don't you eat?"
"..." Lin Feng Both mother and son were choked.
Following their gazes, Su Qiao looked at his hand.
He looked suddenly enlightened and explained with sincerity in his eyes, "Oh, don't worry, my hands are very clean."
As she spoke, she put down her chopsticks, first picked her ears, and then scratched her hair randomly.