My foreign son-in-law

I never dreamed that my daughter, who had studied abroad for seven years, would bring us back a foreign son-in-law!

My daughter once mentioned in a chat that she had a boyfriend, a foreigner. At that time, our whole family strongly opposed it. Firstly, because of different cultural backgrounds and different lifestyles, it will be difficult to get along with her in the future; secondly, because my daughter married too far away, and it will be inconvenient for her to move around in the future; thirdly, because our family, which is a medium-distance family, cannot accept the weird foreigners.

In the words of the gentleman, that is: "We, the 1.3 billion people in China, couldn't find a son-in-law, so we picked and picked a foreign son-in-law. Humph, the one with a big nose and sunken eyes, back to In the village, people don’t laugh at them.”

However, there are no parents in the world who can resist their children. The daughter has her own opinions. After all, she has received higher education. After all, she worked in a foreign country and studied for seven years. After all, they are PhD students at the same time. They have been in trouble and sex for four years. After all...

2014 In the summer of 2015, my daughter took the opportunity to return to China for a business trip and brought back my foreign son-in-law, Ali.

That was the first time Ali came to my home, and it was also the first time we met a foreign son-in-law.

"Hello!" After a blunt greeting that can only be heard on TV, a foreign boy walked into the house, and the daughter introduced: "Dad, Mom, this is Ali."

Ali is 1.82 meters tall, with a tall nose and big, deep eyes. Fortunately, his hair is black.

"Okay, okay." Even though there were ten thousand reasons that I couldn't accept, since the children were already at our house, I could only nod in agreement, and even my husband hurriedly stood up and gave up his seat.

"Thank you, thank you!" Another blunt Chinese sentence! But I can tell that the child has put in a lot of effort.

After the awkward meeting, my daughter introduced everything about Ali in detail. The children communicated all in English. The gentleman who didn't understand English stared wide-eyed and said nothing. I could only understand a few words, and I was also confused.

It’s time to eat. Not to mention the foreign son-in-law, the daughter I haven’t seen for a few years should go to the hotel to celebrate anyway!

During this period, Ali politely gave up his chair and poured tea and water skillfully, which moved me and also my husband. Although he didn't understand the language, he repeatedly asked his daughter to spread the word and wanted my husband and me to eat well, which made us feel like guests. Neither sitting nor standing.

The hotel waiter stared at Ali with surprised eyes, envious that I had a foreign son-in-law. I said, "My classmate is my child's classmate. They went back to China on a business trip together."

We passed a scenic spot on the way back. My daughter and I just lowered our heads and talked. Suddenly a sandbag came and hit me squarely on my temple. I was stunned for a moment and instinctively covered my sore head.

Everyone was shocked. Ali quickly approached me, took my hand away and looked at it, while mumbling something to his daughter.

It happened so suddenly that my daughter didn’t react and asked quickly: "Mom, are you okay?"

At this time, a grown man came over and apologized quickly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. , do you want to go to the hospital?"

It turned out that the man was whipping the top, and there happened to be a woman kicking sandbags next to him. The tip of the whip flew up with the sandbag and hit me exactly, even more accurately than the computer calculated. My head was foggy, but my intuition told me that it was nothing serious.

Seeing how enthusiastic and worried everyone was, I quickly said: "It's okay, it's okay."

But the children still insisted and asked the man to leave his phone number, okay. Stay in touch to avoid sequelae.

Foreigners are foreigners, and their ideas are different from ours. Whoever is at fault should be held responsible. In addition, we must learn to protect ourselves. This is what I learned from Ali. of.

Ali is interesting. When we were eating at home, I didn't prepare a knife or fork for her. When using chopsticks, I accidentally gave her a pair of chopsticks that were not very well-proportioned. One chopstick tip was thin and the other was thick.

He tried for a long time and asked his daughter: "Does the thicker one bear the main responsibility, and the thinner one just plays a supporting role?" The daughter laughed so much that her rice gushed out. When she explained the situation, I was also amused. After using chopsticks all my life, we have never studied this. He is really thoughtful!

It was the winter of 2016 when I saw Ali again. Because my daughter and the others were planning to work in the United States in 2017, at the child’s repeated invitations, my husband and I went to South Korea, where my daughter works, to stay for half a year.

My daughter works at a certain secretariat in Seoul, and Ali works as a professor at a university in Daegu. The distance between the two places is not too far, and it is indeed not close. But every weekend, Ali always drives us to travel everywhere. Thanks to the children, my husband and I have visited almost all the attractions in Korea. I’ve eaten all the delicious food in Korea.

Ali is also good at cooking. Those dishes that cannot be named will become extremely delicious in his hands. In his daughter's words, "they are all delicious." There was no way I could get involved in the kitchen.

My daughter said, "Mom, don't worry. Ali is the chef. Just tell me what you want to eat." It made me feel embarrassed.

Not to mention, his desserts and black tea are unparalleled.

Ali is indeed a science student. The dishwasher he assembled himself is extremely convenient to use.

In August this year, the children returned to China to get married together. According to our local customs, a grand wedding celebration was held. It settled a worry of mine.

Not only did the folks who came to attend the wedding not laugh at me, they also envied me for having a foreign son-in-law.

Seeing the children getting along sweetly makes me feel indescribably happy.

Ali works hard, can take care of the housework, has a strong sense of responsibility, is responsible, knows how to love his daughter, and respects his elders. I will accept such a son-in-law.

Although we don’t have much communication with Ali, I can feel that he is a good kid. Leave our daughter to him and we can rest assured.

(Wujie 365 Extreme Challenge Training Camp update for the 43rd day)