Ye Qian said modestly: "I dare not take it, so I can't take it to study. I just make a small fuss, and I'm interested so I want to learn in depth."

The newspapers Ye Qian serialized at that time were local local newspapers. Although there were also other places, everyone was the same and would give their own local priority, so it was normal to read them.

Anyway, Ye Qian thinks this way. After all, her novels are only popular in a small area for a while. If she read them all over the country, she can still sit in the union as a clerk.

Fu Ming knew that Ye Qian was writing novels and only knew about it after she became familiar with Ye Qian. Later, after she wrote to the old man who was guarding the gate, the old man also made a whole set for him. Ye Qian was speechless when she found out. To be honest, Ye Qian only had one set for her, and she sent it to the newspaper every issue.

After Gu Jinyan knew about it, he would dictate each issue separately and use a book to stick it together in order. Or he would be the leader, he would be careful.

But according to Gu Jinyan's words, this way can be preserved and kept for a souvenir, and what if it is used in the future.

Ye Qian just wants to hehe, because she can really use it in the future. After all, she already wants to design the novel's lens before school starts.

"My Shanshan is a professional in clothing design, and I don't know if it's okay." Fu's mother said, a little worried about the employment issues of this major.

Didn’t this mean Ye Qian’s idea? Fu Shan just learned design, and if she could, she could work with Fu Shan.

She comforted Fu's mother and said, "This professionalism is good. Do you see if the clothes now look much better than the previous ones? After all, we also need to make progress. As long as we always do, we need to innovate no matter how the country develops."

"It seems that it is the same." Fu's mother thought.

As he spoke, Fu Ming had already found two sets of novels that Ye Qian had serialized before, and even some essays. Ye Qian had to admire the skills of the guard.

Grandpa Fu and Father Fu looked over with interest. Grandpa Fu looked at him badly: "Fu Ming, go and take my glasses over."

Fu Ming went to the room to look for glasses. Father Fu read the newspaper and then looked at Ye Qian. His expression was a little serious. Mother Fu naturally noticed it and asked, "What's wrong, is there any problem?"

Father Fu spoke and asked Ye Qian: "Is this what you wrote?"

Ye Qian didn't know if Fu Ming had taken it wrong. She looked at the two piles of novels and nodded: "Yes, I wrote it."

"I have read this novel before, and it is indeed very well written. I didn't expect it to be written by you." After saying that, he smiled.

Mother Fu patted Father Fu's shoulder with her hand: "Why did I do it? It was so serious that I was scared to death."

When Grandpa Fu heard what he said, he became even more curious and asked, "Have you seen it before?"

Father Fu nodded: "It's a novel I recommended to you before. You said you didn't have good eyesight and didn't read."

Grandpa Fu suddenly came to his senses: "Oh, oh, it's the one you all praised before. I remembered it. It was written by Qianqian, so I must read it."

A few adults chatted for a while, and the three young men could be honest at the beginning of a strange environment. Now they are already familiar with the environment here, and they feel a little unstoppable. They look around and think about going around.

Fu Ming was familiar with the children and immediately understood: "Let's go, Uncle Ming will take you to play next to you."

The three little ones immediately cheered: "Okay, OK."

The three children's voices were so loud. Ye Qian was afraid of clamoring the old man, so she immediately apologized: "Sorry, there are many children in the family, it's too noisy."

Grandpa Fu immediately stopped Ye Qian's words: "No, noisy, no matter where it is, there are many children, and it is not as deserted as our home."

Fu Ming felt the "malice" in Grandpa Fu's eyes and tone, and immediately took the children out of the living room and took the children to the yard to play.

Fu's mother also started to be busy with lunch, so Ye Qian naturally went to the kitchen to help, and Fu Shan also went to the kitchen to help.

At Fu Ming's strong request, the lunch was cooked with all the dishes that Ye Qian brought to him, so naturally the one in charge of the chef was Ye Qian.

When the dishes were cooked, Fu's mother said embarrassedly: "Oh, I'm so embarrassed. I asked you to come and have to cook for dinner."

"Nothing, it's all the same, just for you to taste my craft."

The smell of food in the kitchen has attracted Grandpa Fu in the living room. After asking for it for the 36th time, he finally brought the dishes to the table.

Grandpa Fu sat down at the dining table happily and said to Fu Ming: "Go and bring my wine."

Grandpa Fu spoke all the way but his eyes were removed from the dining table.

Father Fu reminded him: "You are in poor health, drink less wine."

Grandpa Fu glared at Father Fu with some anger and said, "I am in good health, so it's okay to drink some wine."

At the instruction of Grandpa Fu, Fu Ming opened the wine bottle and then poured a glass of it for Grandpa Fu.

The dishes brought by Ye Qian are naturally very good. She cooked a meatball with cabbage from her home. This specification is not something that everyone is willing to eat at home.

There is also braised pork belly, which is simply stir-fried with green peppers, and some passing out internal organs are also fried with millet spicy. The Fu family prepared a fish, and Ye Qian braised it directly, and added fried shredded potatoes.

Really, other people can’t eat such good dishes during the Chinese New Year.

The Fu family also sighed, no wonder Fu Ming is going to the Gu family for dinner every day. He has such a good meal at home, so he is embarrassed to go there. How hard to buy this meat, it is just so fragrant.

Grandpa Fu couldn't help but taste the meatballs, "Well, these meatballs are so delicious, the fat and thin combination is very good, delicious."

As he said that, he added another piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth: "Well, it's fat and thin, fat but not greasy, it melts in your mouth. It's delicious, so delicious."

Grandpa Fu tasted it all one by one, and successfully aroused the greed of everyone present. He couldn't stand it anymore. Everyone quickly put off the chopsticks, added a piece and stuffed it into their mouths, wondering if it was really delicious as Grandpa Fu said.

After everyone tasted it, they gave Ye Qian unanimous praise.

Ye Qian had no choice. People nowadays really have nothing to eat. For later generations, home-cooked dishes are delicious foods in this era.

I didn't say much after a meal, so I naturally ate much faster.

After eating, Ye Qian helped to clean up the dishes and prepare to wash the dishes. Fu's mother didn't let Ye Qian do it. Ye Qian didn't like washing dishes, and she didn't pretend to refuse, so she agreed directly.

After lunch, they said goodbye. Before Grandpa Fu's parents could keep him, Gu Jinyan and Ye Qian left with their children.
Chapter completed!