Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce-Chapter 671 - 243: Visiting Han Meimei’s Home—A Family’s Gratitude! (Part 2)
"Is there any difference in this?" Sun Dasheng asked as he sat down.
Han Meimei pursed her lips and looked at the closed bedroom door, "Of course there’s a difference, a huge difference."
"Since I was young, my family has been on high alert around any boys near me, fearing I’d have an early romance. They keep reminding me of the dangers of early romance."
"Naturally, none of the boys who wanted to get closer to me would get a good reception."
"Is it really that exaggerated?"
Han Meimei chuckled, "Well, maybe I exaggerated a bit, but that’s pretty much how it is."
Sun Dasheng quite agreed with this mindset, but not because he’s old-fashioned and can’t stand young people dating.
He thinks that students from families with less favorable conditions should focus on studying hard while they are young, get into a good university that can elevate them and their family, and then enjoy campus love.
Moreover, when they get to university, people become more rational and mature, and there are fewer of those melodramatic high school romances.
Should it be like this?
It’s all just his guess.
After all, that’s how he came through.
In high school, with his handsome looks and excellent grades, he received quite a few love letters.
But he ’coldly’ refused almost all of them.
His first relationship later started in university.
With a woman who eventually became his vain ex-wife (perhaps she was vain even earlier?)
But given his failed marriage, he doesn’t have the confidence to say he was right.
Relatively speaking, maybe things would be better this way.
So he asked Han Meimei, "Since your parents are so strict, have you always maintained good grades?"
"Compared to those classmates around you who dated in high school."
Han Meimei recalled for a moment, then nodded, "Seems so."
"It feels like those who secretly dated in high school had their grades decline to different extents."
Talking about this point made her a little fearful in hindsight.
In the end, her parents certainly had good intentions.
"There you go."
"Okay, I used to blame them wrongly." Han Meimei is the type who makes mistakes but can also reflect on her own errors.
She doesn’t stubbornly refuse to admit fault.
She’s not the type to forcibly hold her ground.
This character trait isn’t extremely rare, but among today’s young generation, it’s relatively uncommon.
As they chatted, Mr. Han returned with bags full of groceries.
Sun Dasheng quickly took big strides forward and said, "Uncle, let me help you carry them. Why did you buy so much food? We can’t possibly finish them all. It’s too extravagant."
Mr. Han watched Sun Dasheng easily lift the bags full of groceries and admired him, praising, "You look so refined, yet have such strength? Not bad at all. You work out regularly, I suppose?"
It’s worth noting that he works in warehouse management.
Don’t assume it’s an easy job.
Though large items are handled by cranes, many fragile items still require personal transportation.
In the logistics warehouse, without physical strength, you can’t do the job.
He doesn’t like those weak and effeminate young men.
Unexpectedly, his daughter’s good friend, who looks like a gentle young man, actually has such a good physique, and his favorability skyrocketed instantly.
Friendship between men is sometimes just that simple.
In the kitchen.
"Auntie, since you’ve bought all the groceries, would you like me to help prepare the vegetables?"
"Oh, no need, no need. Just go and watch TV with Mei Mei in the living room, I’ll handle this." Mrs. Han hurriedly entered the kitchen, stopping Sun Dasheng from volunteering.
This mannerism reminded him very much of his own mother, quite endearing.
Are mothers everywhere like this?
He smiled and didn’t insist further, "Alright, I’ll just leave the groceries here."
.....
Two hours later.
The food was ready.
"Dinner’s ready, Mei Mei, bring the guest to wash hands for dinner." Mrs. Han’s voice called from nearby.
Han Meimei, who was cross-legged on the sofa, stretched and put on her bear slippers, "Got it, Mom, coming."
"Let’s go, it’s time to eat." She tugged at Sun Dasheng’s sleeve.
Seeing that he hadn’t moved, she leaned in, "What are you up to?"
Sun Dasheng, not turning his head, kept working on his phone, "Oh, just editing some photos from my trip."
Han Meimei became interested, "Hey... let me see your photography skills."
After glancing through, she exclaimed, "Wow, your photography skills are amazing. The landscape photos look really great."
"Of course, it’s professional."
"The composition is much better than ours." Han Meimei took out her phone and compared photos taken at the same spots.
Without comparison, she thought her photos were quite nice.
But upon comparison, she realized her photos were nothing special, completely overshadowed.
She felt an urge to delete her own photos, "Can you send me a copy of your photos?"
Han Meimei pleaded.
"Sure, the phone is in your hands, you send them yourself."
Right then, the sound of someone urging them to eat came through.
Han Meimei put the phone on the sofa, "Let’s talk after eating, if I don’t go over for food, mom’s invincible lion’s roar will strike."
Sun Dasheng got up and tilted his head, "Is that how you talk about your mom?"
After washing their hands, they sat down facing a sumptuous lunch.
Mrs. Han modestly said, "Sun, there’s not much food, start eating."
Sun Dasheng exaggeratedly said, "This is not much food? The table is almost full, Auntie, Uncle, you’re too generous, all this food will go to waste."
Mrs. Han waved her hand, "No, no, if there’s leftovers, they’ll go in the fridge for tomorrow."
This...
He wanted to advise that food kept overnight in the fridge shouldn’t be eaten.
But found it hard to speak up.
Because technically, it’s true that fridge-stored food isn’t healthy, but hasn’t he eaten this kind of food since childhood?
Just goes to show, same world, same mom.
"Eat, this is Auntie’s specially braised pork knuckle, taste it, see if it’s good."
Mrs. Han kept piling food into Sun Dasheng’s bowl.
The food piled high, resembling a mountain.
Making Han Meimei on the side pout: I feel like an outsider in this house.
"Hmm...delicious, truly delicious." Sun Dasheng praised while eating.
"Auntie, this is tastier than the Longjiang Pig Trotter Store’s pork knuckle."
Sun Dasheng’s compliment made Mrs. Han very happy, "If it’s good, eat more, the whole bowl of pork knuckle was made for you."
This...
As tasty as it is, you can’t have me eat a whole bowl.
Wouldn’t that make me...a pig?
Han Meimei smirked at the side, but when faced with a glance from the other, she quickly changed her tune to help him out: "Mom, what are you doing, don’t scare him away, who can eat that much pork knuckle, it’d be overwhelming."
"Haha...your mom’s just being polite, Sun, don’t worry, eat as much as you can, there’s also fish, shrimp, steamed meatballs, take what you like, don’t be shy."
Mr. Han warmly said.
He then brought out the Maotai, "Can you drink?"
This question was obviously directed at Sun Dasheng.
"Drink what drink, you think everyone’s like you, fond of drinking?" Mrs. Han instantly disagreed.
Mr. Han instantly deflated.
Sun Dasheng immediately helped smooth things over: "Since Uncle wants to drink, I’ll join you for a little. Thankfully, tomorrow’s a holiday, no need to go to work, a little won’t hurt."
The last sentence was to explain to Mrs. Han.
Only then did Mrs. Han relent, "Alright then, you accompany Sun in drinking."
This...
Mrs. Han’s personality is somewhat extreme, isn’t it?
She first said no to drinking, then encouraged to drink well?
But Mr. Han and Han Meimei didn’t react much, likely used to it at home.
"Come, Sun, I’m really happy today, without your help, our family wouldn’t have gotten through today’s challenge, if we couldn’t overcome it, who knows what Mei Mei would do."
"Come, I toast to you!"
"Ah, Uncle, you’re too kind, it’s what I should do."
After a drink, Sun Dasheng felt slightly numb around the mouth.
It’s been some time since he last drank, the effect is quite strong.
"There’s nothing you should do, your help is a favor to us, this favor will be remembered by our family."
Mr. Han said as he refilled Sun Dasheng’s glass.
Holding the glass again, he sincerely said, "I toast you once more!"
This time, Han Meimei interrupted, "Dad, what are you doing?"
Mr. Han looked at his daughter puzzled.
Han Meimei looked at him somewhat angry, "Let him eat some more before drinking, you’re rushing him, do you want him under the table?"
