Chapter 356 Meeting the Parents (Part ) About a quarter of an hour later, Yu Xian finished washing. Chen Zhuo, who was playing with his phone on the sofa, heard the bathroom door open and turned to look over. Yu Xian, who had changed into her boyfriend's clothes, probably felt that the trouser legs were a bit long, so she rolled them up a little, revealing her slender calves that shone with a porcelain-like luster under the light. The wet long hair draped over the shoulders looked soft and gentle, and the flushed face from the hot water made her look charming, delicate and enchanting like a demon. "Can you blame me for wanting to take a shower with her? What man could resist?" Chen Zhuo found an excuse for himself, waved his hand and shouted, "Are you done washing?" "Hmm~" Yu Xian came over, holding a burgundy butterfly hairpin in her hand. She couldn't find a place to put it, so she clipped it on the pillow. "Would you like to sit down?" Chen Zhuo patted the sofa beside him, motioning Yu Xian to sit next to him.

Yu Xian glanced at Old Chen's bedroom. He was still embarrassed to get too close to Chen, so he shook his head and urged him, "Go take a shower quickly, don't catch a cold." Chen looked up and saw that his loose long-sleeved shirt completely covered up the perfect upper body of the cos sister, which was a bit regrettable. "You won't peek at me while I'm taking a shower." Chen asked deliberately. "nerve!" Yu Xian spat, blushing as she pushed Chen Zhuo into the bathroom. Chen Zhe is a boy. He always takes a quick shower. It only takes him 5 minutes to wash his hair, rinse his face, take off his clothes and put on his clothes. "Whoo~" Chen opened the bathroom door and felt a refreshing breeze blowing in his face. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. A hot bath really could make people 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 Zhuo suddenly remembered that there were many photos of himself as a child on the lattice screen. A dual-income family like that of Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin is considered to be slightly lower-middle class in China, so Chen had the conditions to take some commemorative photos when he was a child. At that time, Chen Zhe was only good at studying and not good at speaking, so he looked very embarrassed in the photos, reluctant and unwilling to cooperate. Yu Xian turned around when he heard the noise. His eyes were like crescent moons, and he said with a smile: "Director Chen, you were so shy when you were a child. You would bury your head in your aunt's arms when taking a photo." "I rely on!" Chen's face turned red: "What's the difference between these photos and my nude photos? You have to take responsibility if you see them." "what?" Yu Xian immediately covered his eyes and chuckled, "Actually, I'm a blind person, please don't blame me." "No, I'm going to cling to you and depend on you."

Chen stretched out his hands to hold Yu Xian's tight waist, smelling the fragrance on her body, feeling an eager feeling. Yu Xian bit her red lips lightly, slapped her boyfriend's hand shyly, tilted her head and asked, "Where is the washing machine at home?" "On the balcony." Chen raised his chin to gesture. "Okay~" Yu Xian walked into the bathroom in small steps and came out holding the dirty clothes that the two had changed out of. "Don't worry about it, my mom will wash it." Chen said indifferently. Yu Xian ignored him and threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine. But the clothes were a bit too much, so she had to carry them in two batches, walking in the living room with a "dong dong dong" sound, as brisk as a busy deer. Not long after, Chen Peisong remembered his wife's instructions to defrost the ribs, and walked out to see only his son in the living room. "Where's Xiao Yu?" Old Chen asked. "On the balcony." Chen said as if nothing had happened. Chen Peisong glanced sideways and saw the little girl from Sichuan and Chongqing standing on tiptoe to take down the clothes from the balcony. The washing machine was also humming, obviously washing clothes. "Why do you ask people to do these chores?" Chen Peisong said blamingly. "I said my mother can wash it, but she is also a person who can't sit still." Chen smiled bitterly and pushed all the responsibility away. "Can't you wash it yourself?" Lao Chen said unhappily: "You are so lazy!" Chen shrugged his shoulders and thought to himself, if I don't act a little lazy, how can you quickly discover the golden shining points on cos sister. "Xiao Yu." Chen Peisong came to the balcony and said to Yu Xian, "Don't leave at night. Stay home for dinner. Your aunt will be home soon." "Don't bother, I'll be back after I hang the clothes up." Yu Xian originally felt that it was a bit rude not to bring a gift, and now he had to stay for dinner, which made him feel bad.

"What are you going back for?" Old Chen pointed outside and said, "The rain hasn't stopped at all. Stay and taste your aunt's cooking." "I'm telling you." Chen Peisong, the "wife-loving expert", couldn't help but praise his wife again: "Your aunt's specialty is pretty good. Chen Zhe can be what he is now, thanks to his mother. I am usually too busy with work..." Chen Zhuo was fiddling with the teacup at the dining table with a faint smile on his brow. I have witnessed with my own eyes the lifelong love between my parents. Even after almost twenty years, Mr. Chen still praises his wife to everyone he meets and thanks her for her lifelong contribution to the family. "It's a pity that I don't seem to have learned this. I'm always too greedy..." Chen thought with self-mockery. On the balcony, under Lao Chen's strong persuasion, Yu Xian finally stayed out of necessity. Chen Peisong walked to the refrigerator, took out the ribs to thaw, and then tactfully returned to the bedroom again. He doesn't come out to be a boring light bulb, nor does he want to preach any life truths. Lao Chen is not an elder who likes to teach others, which is particularly rare at his age. It's just that the rain today had such a huge impact that after ten minutes, fifteen minutes, thirty minutes... Mao Xiaoqin still hasn't come home. Chen Peisong was about to go out to explain the traffic jam when he suddenly heard the sound of pots and pans clanging in the kitchen. Chen Peisong was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked to the living room and asked Chen Zhuo who was watching TV: "Is Xiaoyu cooking in there?" "Yes." Chen nodded. "Why don't you stop it?" Old Chen was a little angry. It was not good for the "daughter-in-law" to do housework and cook for the first time when she came to the house, so as not to make people think that she would come to be a nanny. “I stopped him.” Chen blinked and said, "But Yu Xian said it doesn't matter who does it. She's fine now anyway." "This girl..." Old Chen's impression of this sensible girl from Sichuan and Chongqing became a little better. But this is not a good idea at all, so Chen Peisong washed his hands and prepared to replace Yu Xian. As a result, when I opened the frosted door of the kitchen, I saw Yu Xian cutting potatoes into shreds. "Swish, swish, swish". The knife came down and the sharp steel blade chopped on the chopping board close to the fingers. Strands of potato shreds as thin as hair and crystal clear were produced by flying up and down. Old Chen glanced at Yu Xian's expression, which was focused yet relaxed. "It turns out this girl can cook. No wonder she volunteered."

Chen Peisong understood the skill of the knife as soon as he saw it. Only people who know how to cook and love cooking can have such a level of proficiency. If it were me, I would cut the potato shreds into pieces as thick as my little finger. "Uncle Chen." Yu Xian noticed Lao Chen's figure, stopped and looked over. "Uh... nothing." Old Chen did not mention the matter of replacement, and said with a smile: "If you don't know where the seasoning is, just ask Chen Zheha..." More than 20 minutes passed before a burst of hurried footsteps were heard in the corridor. The current mistress of this home is back. "I think Lao Chen is starving." Mao Xiaoqin opened the security door with a click, and before she walked in, she suddenly smelled a strong fragrance. Along with this, there is the sound of frying pans with a spatula in the kitchen. "Ouch!" Mao Xiaoqin thought that Lao Chen was quite conscientious tonight and actually took the initiative to cook. I was even more surprised after entering the house. Even the clothes on the balcony had been brought in. I was too busy in the afternoon and forgot to remind my husband, but I didn't expect that he would remember this. Well, there is progress! "Old Chen, Old Chen..." Mao Xiaoqin walked towards the kitchen with a smile, ready to praise him. "what happened?" Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded behind me, and Lao Chen walked out slowly from the bedroom. "You, how did you..." Mao Xiaoqin looked at the kitchen, then at her husband, and suddenly felt confused. "mom." At this time, Chen Zhuo heard the noise and appeared. "Chen Zhuo went home?" Empress Dowager Mao counted the heads. Her husband and son were in front of her. Then who was cooking in the kitchen? "Is your second sister here?" Mao Xiaoqin immediately thought of this possibility, that her niece Mao Xintong came home, so she helped with the housework. I said it, two grown men are like two camels in the desert, eating anything as carelessly as a cow chewing a peony.

If they are not reminded, they will never remember to put their clothes away. "It's not Mao Xintong." The husband still gave a negative answer and then pulled his wife into the bedroom. To avoid saying anything that might be heard by Xiao Yu and cause misunderstanding. "……What?!" After a moment, Mao Xiaoqin in the bedroom exclaimed: "Is it Xiao Yu who is stirring the wok in the kitchen?" "Now it's Xiaoyu." Chen Peisong said with a smile: "Maybe she will be your daughter-in-law in the future." Mao Xiaoqin's eyes moved and she slowly fell silent. The husband has just told her the whole story and praised Yu Xian highly for her virtue and housekeeping skills. Mao Xiaoqin's philosophy is the same as that of most Chinese parents. She believes that bringing a girl home means her son has made the 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 and supporter. "Xiao Yu is fine." Chen Peisong said seriously: "My son is starting a business in full swing, and the family really needs someone to help him take care of everything. Xiaoyu is such a person. She is a family-oriented person just like you." "Don't flatter me." Empress Dowager Mao rolled her eyes at her husband and said, "How can I compare to Xiao Yu's appearance?" “That depends on whose perspective it is.” How could Lao Chen make such a low-level mistake? He said seriously: "Maybe in my son's eyes, Xiao Yu is slightly better, but in my eyes, my wife is always the most beautiful!" "嘁~" Empress Dowager Mao snorted coldly, even though she knew that her husband's flattery was just to comfort her. In fact, Mao Xiaoqin was not very sad, but the regret was real in her heart. She could only say that Weiwei and Chen Zhe were not destined to be together. "okay!" Mao Xiaoqin calmed down, stood up, wiped her sleeves and said: "I'm going to cook. How can a little girl ask others to cook a table of food when she comes home for the first time? If we get back to her family, they will scold us for not knowing the rules." Although Empress Dowager Mao was strict, she was not the kind of parent who would forcibly break up a couple in love. On the contrary, it can be seen from her support for Chen Zhe's stock trading that she is actually a very open-minded mother. As long as my son likes it, everything makes sense. I opened the bedroom door and walked out, passing by the sofa.

Mao Xiaoqin suddenly paused. I saw a cute red butterfly hairpin "growing" on the sofa pillow at some point. There have always been two grown 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 the dry and boring desert. ······ (End of this chapter)