About a quarter of an hour later, Yu Xian finished washing.
Chen Zhu, who was playing with his mobile phone on the sofa, heard the sound of the bathroom door opening and turned to look over.
Yu Xian, who had changed into her boyfriend's clothes, may have felt that the legs of his trousers were a bit long, so he rolled them up a little, revealing his slender calves that shone like porcelain under the light.
Her long, wet hair was draped over her shoulders, looking lingering and soft, and her face, which was flushed due to the hot water, was as charming as a monster, delicate and blurry.
"Can you blame me for wanting to take a bath with her? What man can bear it?"
Chen Zhu found an excuse for himself, waved and shouted: "Are you done washing?"
"Hmm~"
Yu Xian came over. She was holding a burgundy butterfly hairpin to tie her hair. She couldn't find a place to put it for a while, so she conveniently clamped it on the pillow.
"Would you like to sit down?"
Chen Zhu patted the sofa beside him and motioned for Yu Xian to sit next to him.
Yu Xian glanced at Lao Chen's bedroom. He was still embarrassed to be too close to Chen Zhu. He shook his head and urged: "Go and take a shower quickly. Don't catch a cold."
Chen Zhu raised his head. His loose long-sleeved shirt completely covered up the perfect figure of the cos sister's upper body, which was a little regretful.
"You won't peek when I'm taking a shower, will you?"
Chen Zhu asked deliberately.
"nerve!"
Yu Xian spat, blushing and pushing Chen Zhu into the bathroom.
Chen Zhu is a boy. He always takes a shower very quickly. It only takes 5 minutes to include the entire process of washing his hair, rinsing, taking off his clothes, and getting dressed.
"Huh~"
Chen Zhu opened the bathroom door and faced a gust of refreshing wind. He couldn't help but take a long and comfortable breath. A hot bath can really make people feel happy.
Yu Xian stood in front of the lattice screen in the living room, with his hands behind his back, as if looking at something.
Chen Zhu suddenly remembered that there were many photos of his childhood on the grid screen.
The dual-income family of Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin is considered to be at the lower middle level in China, so Chen Zhu was able to take some commemorative photos when he was a child.
At that time, Chen Zhu was really bad at speaking, so he looked very coy in the photos, reluctant and unwilling to cooperate.
Yu Xian turned his head when he heard the noise, his crescent eyes were like crescent moons, and he said with a charming smile:
"Director Chen, you were so shy when you were a child. Even if you took a picture, you would bury your head in your aunt's arms."
"Holy shit!"
Chen Zhu's old face turned red: "What's the difference between these photos and my naked photos? You have to be responsible after seeing them."
"ah?"
Yu Xian immediately covered his eyes and chuckled: "Actually, I am a blind man, please don't rely on me."
"No, I will pester you and rely on you."
Chen Zhu put his arms around Yu Xian's tight waist and smelled the fragrance on her body, feeling like he was about to move.
Yu Xian bit her red lips lightly, shyly slapped her boyfriend's palm away, tilted her head and asked, "Where is the washing machine at home?"
"On the balcony."
Chen Zhu raised his chin to signal.
"Okay~"
Yu Xian walked into the bathroom with small steps and came out holding the dirty clothes the two of them had changed into.
"Don't worry about it, my mother will wash it."
Chen Zhu said indifferently.
Yu Xian ignored him and threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine.
But there were a lot of clothes, so she had to carry him twice, walking "dong dong dong" in the living room, as briskly as a busy deer.
Not long after, Chen Peisong remembered his wife's advice to defrost the ribs, and walked out to see his son alone in the living room.
"Where's Xiao Yu?"
Lao Chen asked.
"On the balcony."
Chen Zhu said calmly.
Chen Peisong glanced sideways, and saw this little girl from Sichuan and Chongqing standing on tiptoes to put away her clothes from the balcony.
The washing machine was also buzzing, apparently washing clothes.
"How do you get people to do these chores?"
Chen Peisong said reproachfully.
"I said my mother can wash it, but she is also a person who can't take time off."
Chen Zhu gave a wry smile and passed all the blame.
"Can't you wash it yourself?"
Lao Chen said angrily: "You're so lazy!"
Chen Zhu shrugged his shoulders, thinking that if I didn't act lazy, how could you quickly discover those golden shining points on the cosplayer's body?
"Xiao Yu."
Chen Peisong came to the balcony and said to Yu Xian: "You are not allowed to leave at night. Stay at home to eat. Your aunt will be home soon."
"Don't bother, I'll hang up the clothes and go back."
Yu Xian originally felt that it was rude not to bring a gift, but now he had to stay for dinner, which made him feel uncomfortable.
"What are you going back for?"
Lao Chen pointed outside and said, "The rain hasn't let up at all. Stay here and try your aunt's cooking."
"Let me tell you."
"Wife Lover" Chen Peisong couldn't help but praise his wife: "Your aunt's specialty dishes are still good. Chen Zhu is like this thanks to his mother. I am usually too busy with work..."
Chen Zhu was playing with the tea cup at the dining table with a faint smile on his eyebrows.
My parents have a lifelong love for each other. This is something I have witnessed with my own eyes. Even almost twenty years later, Lao Chen still praises his wife when he meets everyone and thanks her for her lifelong devotion to the family.
"It's a pity that I don't seem to have learned this. I am always too greedy..."
Chen Zhu thought mockingly.
On the balcony, after Lao Chen's strong persuasion, Yu Xian finally stayed because of his kindness.
Chen Peisong walked to the refrigerator, took out the ribs to thaw, and then returned to the bedroom wisely.
He doesn't want to be a boring light bulb, and he doesn't want to talk about the great principles of life. Lao Chen is not an elder who is easy to teach others, which is especially rare at his age.
It’s just that the impact of the rain today was too great. After ten minutes, fifteen minutes, thirty minutes...
Mao Xiaoqin still hasn't arrived home.
Chen Peisong was about to go out to explain the traffic jam when he suddenly heard the sound of "clinking" pots and pans in the kitchen.
Chen Peisong was stunned, then quickly walked to the living room and asked Chen Zhu who was watching TV: "Xiao Yu is cooking in there?"
"yes."
Chen Zhu nodded.
"Why didn't you stop me?"
Old Chen was a little angry. It was not good for a "daughter-in-law" to come to the house for the first time, doing housework and cooking at the same time. Don't let people think that she is here to be a mother.
"I stopped it."
Chen Zhu blinked and said, "But Yu Xian said it doesn't matter who does it, she's fine now anyway."
"This girl..."
Lao Chen had a better impression of this sensible little girl from Sichuan and Chongqing.
But this was not always good. Chen Peisong washed his hands and prepared to replace Yu Xian.
As a result, I just opened the frosted door of the kitchen and saw Yu Xian cutting shredded potatoes.
"Swish, swish, swish", the knife was raised and lowered with the hand, and the sharp steel blade was chopping against the fingers on the chopping board. Each one was as thin as a hair, and the crystal clear potato shreds were produced flying up and down.
Old Chen glanced at Yu Xian's expression, which was focused but relaxed.
"This girl turns out to be good at cooking. No wonder she took the initiative to join her."
When Chen Peisong saw this knife skill, he understood that only those who can cook and love cooking can have such proficiency.
If it were me, the shredded potatoes would have to be cut into pieces as thick as my little finger.
"Uncle Chen."
Yu Xian noticed Lao Chen's figure, stopped and looked over.
"Um...it's nothing."
Lao Chen never mentioned the substitution, and said with a smile: "If you don't know the location of the seasonings, just ask Chen Zhu directly..."
More than 20 minutes passed like this before a rush of footsteps came from the corridor.
The current mistress of this home is back.
"Old Chen is probably starving."
Mao Xiaoqin opened the security door with a bang. Before she walked in, she suddenly smelled a tangy fragrance.
Accompanied by this, there was the sound of stir-frying with spatulas in the kitchen.
"Ouch!"
Mao Xiaoqin thought to herself that Lao Chen was very conscious tonight and actually took the initiative to cook.
After entering the house, I was even more surprised. Even the clothes on the balcony were taken in.
I was too busy in the afternoon and forgot to remind me, but I didn't expect my husband to think of it.
Well, there is progress!
"Old Chen, Old Chen..."
Mao Xiaoqin walked to the kitchen with a smile, ready to praise him.
"What's wrong?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded behind him, and Lao Chen slowly walked out of the bedroom.
"You, how did you..."
Mao Xiaoqin looked at the kitchen and then at her husband, feeling suddenly confused.
"mom."
At this time, Chen Zhu heard the noise and appeared.
"Chen Zhu went home?"
Queen Mother Mao counted the heads. Her husband was in front of her and her son was in front of her. Who was cooking in the kitchen?
"Is your second sister here?"
Mao Xiaoqin immediately thought of this possibility. Her niece Mao Xintong came to the house, so she helped with housework.
Let me just say, two grown men are like two camels in the desert, they eat everything as carelessly as cows chewing peonies.
If they are not reminded, they will never remember to put away their clothes.
"It's not Mao Xintong."
The husband still gave a negative answer, and then pulled his wife to the bedroom.
To avoid any misunderstanding caused by Xiao Yu hearing what he said.
"……What?!"
After a while, Mao Xiaoqin in the bedroom exclaimed: "Is it Xiao Yu who is shaking the spoon in the kitchen?"
"This is Xiao Yu now."
Chen Peisong said with a smile: "I may be your daughter-in-law in the future."
Mao Xiaoqin's eyes moved and she slowly fell silent.
Just now, my husband has told the whole story and praised Yu Xian's virtuousness and housekeeping.
Mao Xiaoqin's philosophy is the same as that of most Chinese parents. She believes that bringing a girl home means that her son has made a final choice.
"Hey~"
Mao Xiaoqin sighed quietly, and could only say that her son had chosen the type of lover who could be a good wife.
"Xiao Yu is pretty good."
Chen Peisong said seriously: "My son is in full swing to start his own business. He really needs someone at home to help him take care of everything. Xiao Yu is this type. She has a family-oriented character like you."
"Don't flatter me."
Queen Mother Mao rolled her eyes at her husband: "Can I compare to Xiao Yu's external conditions?"
"It depends on whose perspective it is."
Why did Lao Chen make such a stupid mistake? He said seriously: "Maybe Xiao Yu is slightly better on the son's side, but in my eyes, my wife will always be the most beautiful!"
"嘁~"
Queen Mother Mao snorted coldly, although she knew that her husband's flattery was just to comfort herself.
In fact, Mao Xiaoqin is not very sad, but the regret really exists in her chest. It can only be said that Weiwei and Chen Zhu have no fate.
"Okay!"
Mao Xiaoqin gathered her mood and stood up, wiped her sleeves and said:
"I went to cook. How can a little girl ask someone to cook a table of food for the first time when she comes to the house? If the news comes back, her parents will scold us for not understanding the rules."
Although Empress Dowager Mao was strict, she was not the kind of parent who "beats each other with a stick".
On the contrary, it can be seen from the fact that she supports Chen Zhu's stock trading that she is actually a very enlightened mother.
As long as my son likes it, everything makes sense.
When I opened the bedroom door and walked out, I passed by the sofa.
Mao Xiaoqin's footsteps suddenly paused.
I saw a cute red butterfly hairpin growing out of nowhere on the pillow of the sofa.
There have always been two big men and a middle-aged woman in this family, so this thing has never appeared before.
"Pfft~"
Mao Xiaoqin suddenly chuckled.
How to describe this feeling?
It's like a lively little flower suddenly blooming in a dry and boring desert.
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Chapter completed!