Chapter 5 Meeting

After the plane landed, we rushed to our home in a bus. A small rural area in the northeast of my hometown, but later moved to the city because of doing business.

My father helped me manage some business things in my hometown.

I bought a two-story building in the suburbs of the city. The first floor is a warehouse and garage, and the second floor is a residence.

I started out in China-Russia foreign trade. Although this business is only a small part of my business, I have never left it.

The first floor of this two-story building is a warehouse, which is full of imported Russian goods and is generally wholesale to some Russian commodity stores or specialty stores.

Natasha was very happy along the way and looked very curious when she looked at the buildings with Chinese characteristics. This was her first time in China.

In the car, Natasha attracted everyone's attention, especially the gay man couldn't help but look at this blonde and blue-eyed exotic beauty, but with me, the flower protector, no one else dared to act rashly.

Before I came back, I called my father, but I didn't ask him to pick us up.

There is no decent car at home, only a set of small cards, which are all used when delivering goods.

I returned home by taxi, and my father stood at the door waiting for us.

My father is Yuan Jinggang, and others call him Gangzi or Jinggang. He is 46 years old this year. As his name is, he is 180 and is very burly.

It was like the King Kong gorilla in the King Kong movie series. My father had no education and just worked hard to raise me, so he was very strong.

At home, he is mainly responsible for delivering goods and tidying up the warehouse. It is a coolie job. After all, it is his own business, so his father is very active in doing it.

My father stood there very conspicuously, very tall and burly. Because he was born in farming and working coolies, he was exposed to wind and sun every day, so his skin was very dark, just like a black African, and really like a gorilla.

I'm back... When my father saw me, he greeted me with a simple smile, and looked at Natasha beside me.

After I was with Natasha, I told my father and also sent me a photo of Natasha. After all, the old man hoped that his son would get married soon.

This is Natasha... My father looked at Natasha, and a stunning feeling flashed in his eyes, and then asked with a smile.

My father had seen Natasha's photos in advance, but now he even showed a stunning expression. This is not surprising.

Originally, Natasha was very beautiful, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and her light blue eyes seemed to have a magical power, which would make anyone feel amazing when they saw it. Everyone has a love for beauty, so I didn’t have any strange emotions in my heart.

This is my father, you should call him dad... I introduced his father to Natasha next to me.

Hello, dad... Natasha immediately showed a sweet smile, then walked to the front and hugged her father, kissing her cheek on the left and right.

Uh... This scared my father. He stood there in a daze, and at the same time his body was tense and he didn't dare to move, his eyes wide open.

Hahaha... I was stunned at first, then smiled helplessly.Natasha left her father and then looked at her with a smile.

This is their traditional Ukrainian etiquette, and this is the highest etiquette that only those closest and respected to them will be given... I quickly explained to my father, and at the same time I was a little embarrassed.

When Natasha hugged her father just now, Natasha's plump breasts squeezed her father's chest. Although she wears more clothes in winter now, her father must have felt Natasha's plump breasts on her chest.

Natasha was wearing a coat with a collar, a skirt on her lower body, revealing her two beautiful white legs, and high-tube snow shoes on her feet.

Oh...oh hehe... After hearing my explanation, my father reacted for a long time, and then smiled awkwardly, his dark cheeks turned red.

Natasha looked at me strangely, as if her father's reaction also made her feel strange.

It's all my fault. Before we came back, I forgot to tell Natasha what to pay attention to. After all, Chinese etiquette is different from their etiquette habits.

Natasha just hugged her father and kissed her cheek lightly, which was not surprising in Ukraine.

Natasha used to be the only mother and had few relatives around her, so she rarely gave this understanding to others, and I was the first person to enjoy her understanding.

Come into the house quickly, it’s cold outside... My father quickly reacted and said, then took Natasha and I to the second floor.As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a scent.

It smells so good... Natasha said, twitching her nose, looking very happy.

Although Natasha teaches Chinese by herself, she speaks Chinese very well. Although she is still a little different from regular Mandarin, she is much better than those southerners who can't speak Mandarin.

I know you are back, and I have made some Northeastern dishes for you... My father grinned at this time. Because my father has always been single, he is both a father and a mother, and he cooks good dishes, especially Northeastern dishes.

That’s great… Natasha said with a smile. Although it was the first time I came to my house and saw my father for the first time, Natasha was not at all reserved and very natural.

This is the character of a Ukrainian girl, she dares to act, is kind and simple.

My father started serving dishes and setting the table, and I was helping around. At this time, I was a little reluctant to speak because there was a faint lipstick mark on my father's cheeks.

Natasha applied red lipstick to her lips. Although she just kissed her father's cheek lightly, she still left two obvious red marks, which were very obvious on her dark skin.

Dad, you'd better wash your face... When my father came out to serve the food, Natasha said with a smile to her father.

My father couldn't help looking in the mirror, smiled awkwardly, and then went to the bathroom to start washing his face.

Don’t use this etiquette in China…Chinese customs are different from yours… After my father entered the bathroom, I whispered to Natasha.

I know, I will naturally not do this with outsiders, but he is your father, and he is also my father, not an outsider... After hearing what I said, Natasha nodded obediently and said.

Well... I nodded without refuting. After all, this was the first time Natasha met her father, and this etiquette was not given every day, so it didn't matter.

And before Natasha came back, she told me that she no longer had parents, so my father would be her father in the future and would treat him like a biological father.

Let's have a meal... The father did it and said, and at this time he and Natasha looked at each other slightly embarrassed. After all, this foreign daughter-in-law was too unrestrained. She hugged him and kissed him forcibly forcibly for the first time. Judging from our traditional Chinese thinking, this is a bit too different.

Want a drink?The father pointed to the jar of medicinal wine next to him and said.

OK Ah… I nodded and said.

I want to... But as soon as I finished speaking, Natasha's voice sounded next to me. At this time, her beautiful blue eyes looked at the jar of brown medicinal wine, with curious expressions. She was naturally a little curious about Chinese wine for the first time when she came to China. Moreover, the color of this wine is different, a bit like foreign wine X0. There are a lot of different things soaked in it, all of which are Chinese medicinal materials, geckos, etc. Most people dare not try it when they see animals soaking in it, but Natasha dares.

Uh... When I heard Natasha's words, my father was stunned again, and at the same time, he kept his glass moving and looked at me with his eyes.

Like Russia, they are a nation with good wine, and her alcohol tolerance is no worse than mine... I said with a wry smile. It seems that it will take some time to get my father to adapt to Natasha's voice habits.

Oh... The father smiled and then poured Natasha a glass of it, which was more than four taels. People with poor alcohol tolerance were enough to put them down.

The taste was weird... Natasha took the wine glass handed over by her father, then took a big sip and said with a frown.

Russian and Ukrainians drink the same kind of spirits, such as vodka, so the degree of Chinese liquor is really not high for them, but the taste of medicinal wine still makes Natasha a little strange.

But the taste is very good... Then Natasha smiled and said, maybe she was not used to this medicinal wine, but she still gave her father enough face...