Zhu Junliang laughed instantly: "My brother Jiang, why did you accidentally buy a couple's outfit? Didn't the seller tell you it was a couple's outfit?"

Jiang Jianzhi: "..."

Of course, Professor Jiang, who had been wearing it all morning, knew it.

After Zhu Junliang said this, everyone in the office responded——

It is impossible for Professor Xiao Jiang to wear a couple's outfit with others. It is estimated that he did not pay attention when he bought it, and the seller did not explain it for the sake of sales.

After all, Professor Jiang relied on his handsome face and good figure, and never spent time and thought on dressing up.

Everyone in the office justified it, and it was very reasonable.

Zhu Junliang teased that Jiang Jianzhi's object didn't even have a couple's outfit and put it on first, even one step ahead of him in this regard.

Zhu Junliang: "As expected of Jiang Shen."

Jiang Jianzhi: "..."

Professor Jiang took a deep look at Zhu Junliang, who was smiling happily, but in the end he didn't say anything.

In the evening, Jiang's mother and Jiang's mother made four dishes and one soup. They were all home-cooked dishes, but they seemed to taste good.

The large dining table of Qi Bai's family was occupied by sundries, and the four of them could only eat on the coffee table.

Mother Jiang arranged the dishes in a circle around the yam ribs. The two ends of the rectangular coffee table were too far away from the dishes. In order to facilitate the dishes, the four of them could only sit opposite each other.

Not surprisingly, Qi Bai sat with Jiang Jianzhi.

No matter how wide the coffee table is, it is only a coffee table. Two adult men are sitting next to each other, and they will inevitably touch each other when they are in action. Whenever this happens, the smile of Jiang's mother and Jiang's mother on the opposite side is... extraordinarily kind.

The little fried pork made by Jiang's mother is very spicy and fragrant, especially for dinner, Qi Bai's eyes lit up after taking two bites.

Seeing that Qi Bai was so hot that his nose was sweating and he fed peppers into his mouth, Jiang Jianzhi frowned and poured him a glass of water.

"thanks."

As soon as Qi Bai took a sip from the cup, he heard a 'click' sound, looked up, and saw Mother Jiang put down the phone with a smile:

"It's rare to make so many dishes, I just forgot to take a picture, so I took another picture."

Father Jiang craned his neck and glanced at the food photos his wife had taken. He paused for a while, then nodded calmly:

"It's a good shot. It looks so appetizing without the filter. Send me a WeChat message later."

Mother Jiang smiled and put down her phone: "Yes."

Jiang's father enthusiastically suggested: "Would you like to add a filter and take another picture? The filter called grapefruit should look better when taken."

Mother Jiang glanced at her dissatisfied husband: "Next time, there will be a chance in the future."

Father Jiang readily said, "Alright."

Qi Bai didn't expect that his uncle and aunt would even know what filters look good, so he couldn't help turning his head to look at Jiang Jianzhi, who was eating slowly, obviously not interested in the conversation between his parents.

Qi Bai shook his head in his heart.

After dinner, the dishwashing work was handed over to the dishwasher. When Qi Bai was packing the kitchen waste, he heard that Jiang’s mother sent a copy of the photos just taken to Jiang’s father, and asked Jiang Jianzhi:

"Son, do you want it?"

Mr. Jiang is still in that cold and clear voice: "No need."

Mother Jiang: "Yes, you don't even have WeChat. It's too troublesome to send emails and MMS."

Father Jiang snorted twice and laughed unpredictably: "I really don't need it? Don't regret it later."

Qi Bai just wanted a photo, what do you regret?

After washing his hands, he habitually wanted to wipe water on his body, and his hands were raised. When he saw the fluffy kitten apron hanging beside him, he changed his mind instantly.

He let go of his shirt and turned to the fat kitten's body.

Jiang Jianzhi in the living room was slightly relieved when he saw Qi Bai obediently standing in front of the apron and licking the cat, leaving two fingerprints on his clothes without a 'smack'.

Mother Jiang looked at the 'food photos' that she secretly took several times, and the more she looked, the more satisfied she became. She asked Jiang Jianzhi how many times:

"Are you really not considering applying for a WeChat?"

Jiang Jianzhi said softly, "Trouble."

Nowadays, the teaching method is advancing with each passing day, and the work groups are one after another, and many work news will be notified in the group. Therefore, Professor Jiang also had a WeChat account a long time ago.

But he was pulled into one group after another. In the group, there was no big deal, but he always @all the members, and there were strangers who didn't know each other. He repeatedly applied to add friends several times. After that, Professor Jiang, who was deeply disturbed by it, decided to cancel his account and chose to contact him by email.

Compared with sending a retractable WeChat Penguin account in seconds, the email exchange is more solemn and serious, which greatly reduces meaningless conversations and saves time for both parties.

At least no one would send a separate email asking if he was there.

Oh no.

Professor Jiang glanced at Qi Bai, suddenly thought of the scene when this person sent him an email for the first time, and silently changed his words in his heart:

Or someone will send a separate email asking him 'are you there'.

Jiang's father and mother are still persuading his son to open a WeChat account, which is more convenient and quicker than email.

Jiang Jianzhi is unmoved. For so many years, he has lived well without these social software, and he has lost a lot of meaningless social greetings.

Professor Jiang believes that his current living condition is very good and does not need to be changed.

Qi Bai didn't expect that Mr. Jiang had WeChat briefly before, and when he knew that he thought it was troublesome to receive those useless messages, he said:

"You can just add friends and family so you don't get spam."

In Mr. Gan Jiang's line, it is indeed easy to receive spam and harassing messages. It is normal to receive messages from customers in the middle of the night. It is no wonder that Mr. Jiang is bothered to log out.

After listening to Qi Bai's words, Jiang Jianzhi thought for a while, and then looked at him: "You also think it is inconvenient to contact your email address?"

The author has something to say:

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother: Son, apply for WeChat.

Professor Jiang (firmly): No.

Xiaobai: Mr. Jiang, apply for WeChat.