Yan Yi's mother's name is Zhong Yixue, a very ladylike name. Her personality is somewhat similar to Yan Yi's but not quite like her. It is obvious that Ms. Zhong is childish, while Yan Yi is brutal and domineering, a total scumbag.
, Since that night, Ms. Zhong decided to live in Yanyi’s apartment for a while. I don’t know how long she will stay. Anyway, she is a housewife type. She can stay at her son’s house as long as she likes. But I feel comfortable.
Before I met Ms. Zhong, I never knew how special my mother’s love was. I would rather work my son to death than let my “future daughter-in-law” raise my eyebrows.
"Yan Yi! We are starving to death, and the food is not served yet! You want to murder your mother, or you will be punished by God!" A middle-aged woman in front of the dining table tapped the tableware in front of her with her chopsticks, and pointed at it.
The kitchen in the distance is as far as the eye can see.
"Wait a minute, it'll be ready soon!" A man's anxious voice came from the kitchen.
I sat aside and looked at Ms. Zhong next to me in surprise. How could this be...is this maternal love? I rolled my eyes stiffly, and then looked towards the kitchen with my eyes wide open. Through the glass, I could clearly see Yan Yi was extremely busy.
He was chopping vegetables, stir-frying, and making soup...and his mother only needed to shout with chopsticks to make this overbearing man who made people want to strangle him to death obediently work for her in the kitchen.
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Should I say that Ms. Zhong is too strong or that this man is actually quite filial. Maybe he has been working hard for the people he loves.
"Oh, Yichen, hurry up and see what I'm doing! It's been an hour, and he wasn't that slow before!" Ms. Zhong only said this after she noticed that I was looking at her.
Why didn't she say: Yichen, you should also go and help!
It’s not that I don’t want to help, but Ms. Zhong is forcing me not to go over. She said that her daughter-in-law doesn’t have to do anything, just sit at home obediently and wait for her husband to bring stacks of money. Besides,
, I can't help even if I want to help, because I don't know anything at all, but due to my status, I think I should still know what's appropriate.
"Madam, I'd better go and help the young master to see if he can handle it." I just stood up when I heard Ms. Zhong say meaningfully: "Yes, we should also cultivate feelings. Oh, why do you still call me madam!"
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"..." The corners of my mouth twitched.
"Well, it seems too early to call me mother-in-law. Call me aunt, and Yan'er..." Ms. Zhong thought thoughtfully, "Don't call me young master. If you are too outspoken, call me Yan Yan!"
While she was deep in thought, I quickly left the table. The mother and son were really more talented than the other. I was completely ashamed of how I treated Ms. Zhong Yixue. After all, we had only just met, and we didn’t know each other at all.
You know, she can't wait to have her grandson, or is she in a hurry to marry off her philandering son. That scumbag is not that good, but she is very popular with girls, so how can I, who is still ordinary now, get her turn.
"Would you like some help?" I said lazily, leaning against the door. Now, I feel very confident when dealing with Yan Yin. With Ms. Zhong's support, I understand that he doesn't dare to do anything to me. Sure enough, people still need to have someone to back them up.
Yan Yi turned his head and raised his eyebrows, "What will you do?!"
"I can't do anything." He said, "I can do it too!"
"You've been pulling a lot lately." Yan Yi said calmly as he transferred the vegetables from the pot to the plate little by little.
"Actually, I am very attractive to begin with, but sometimes I have to choose my partners to see if certain people are qualified enough for me to act attractive."
"Really, that means I'm qualified now?" Yan Yi turned around and handed the plate to me.
I chuckled lightly and took the plate, "You are very narcissistic!"
Yan Yi slowly untied his apron and leaned forward. His warm breath sprayed on my cheek without any warning, "I quite like the way you pull me."
Seeing me slightly startled, he raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction, "Because this is the real you." After saying that, he walked out of the room as if nothing had happened.