"No need, you all eat first, I'll cut some cold vegetables and I'll be here soon."
The meal was quite harmonious. Huang Xiaojue was in a good mood and told several little jokes, making everyone laugh. After the meal, Yan Xixi took the initiative to help clear the dishes again. Huang Xiaojue stood up and said with a smile: "You guys
Everyone sit down, no one wants to fight with me tonight. Mom, I'll wash it."
Huang's mother glared at him: "The gentleman is far away from the kitchen. How can you, a grown man, do these chores? Forget it, you all just sit down and I will take care of it."
"Mom, you are falling behind the times. Look, most of the top chefs are men. You and dad work hard all year round, so it is only right that I help you wash the dishes once a year."
Yan Xixi cleverly answered: "Yes, Xiaojue and I will take a shower. Auntie, you and your uncle will go drink tea first, and I will cut some fruit for you later."
The second elder watched helplessly as his son rolled up his sleeves and moved the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen quickly. Yan Xixi followed after taking the fruit plate.
The door was closed, the faucet was running, and Huang Xiaojue operated the dishwasher quickly. Yan Xixi was about to wash the fruits when he grabbed her hand and clearly saw the bruise on her wrist, which must have been left when she was pulling with Wang Donglin.
He sighed secretly, "Xixi, just stay here with me."
She blinked and whispered: "Your mother will be happier if I wash the dishes."
He also blinked and said quietly: "I know my mother best. If she is alone with you, she will say something unpleasant. I won't give her a chance. Over time, she will get used to it and won't
Say anything more."
She laughed. This man seemed to be loyal but was actually treacherous.
In the living room, the two elders were also whispering.
Huang's mother looked around with the gold bracelet, and Huang's father was also looking at his own razor, smiling: "This is an imported product. I saw it last time and was reluctant to buy it. It's better to pay attention to this kid's heart."
Mother Huang said in a low voice: "Can't you tell? She clearly borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha, not with our son's money. Such a big gold bracelet costs at least 10,000 to 20,000 yuan. Can she afford it with her salary?"
"Old woman, I told you not to be picky. If you have to wear it, wear it. Who cares who pays for it? Just open your eyes and close your eyes."
"But when I see my son like this, I feel uncomfortable. She keeps eating her so much that she even washes the dishes. It seems like we are abusing her."
"Isn't he injured? This is excusable."
"Are you so squeamish? It's just a little skin injury, but you can't even wash the dishes? You actually want your son, a grown man, to wash it."
Father Huang disagreed: "Since I got married to you, I have washed dishes and cooked breakfast for more than thirty years, but I have never seen you tell me that a grown man shouldn't wash dishes."
"Can you compare with your son? My son is the general manager. Who are you?"
"Hey, old woman, I'm an engineer, and a senior engineer at that! Why am I so inferior in your eyes? Don't let the double standards be too serious, okay?"
"What do you know? I hope that the woman my son marries will either share the joys and sorrows with him, help his career, and become his right-hand man; or she can be a good wife, support her husband and raise her children, keep the house in order, and let my son
She has no worries and works hard. However, looking at it like this, she really can't do anything. You see, her son accommodates her and dotes on her so much. After getting married, it must be very hard. Alas, I feel sorry for my son when I think of it...
..." "No, you all eat first, I'll cut some cold vegetables and I'll be here soon."
The meal was quite harmonious. Huang Xiaojue was in a good mood and told several little jokes, making everyone laugh. After the meal, Yan Xixi took the initiative to help clear the dishes again. Huang Xiaojue stood up and said with a smile: "You guys
Everyone sit down, no one wants to fight with me tonight. Mom, I'll wash it."
Huang's mother glared at him: "The gentleman is far away from the kitchen. How can you, a grown man, do these chores? Forget it, you all just sit down and I will take care of it."
"Mom, you are falling behind the times. Look, most of the top chefs are men. You and dad work hard all year round, so it is only right that I help you wash the dishes once a year."
Yan Xixi cleverly answered: "Yes, Xiaojue and I will take a shower. Auntie, you and your uncle will go drink tea first, and I will cut some fruit for you later."
The second elder watched helplessly as his son rolled up his sleeves and moved the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen quickly. Yan Xixi followed after taking the fruit plate.
The door was closed, the faucet was running, and Huang Xiaojue operated the dishwasher quickly. Yan Xixi was about to wash the fruits when he grabbed her hand and clearly saw the bruise on her wrist, which must have been left when she was pulling with Wang Donglin.
He sighed secretly, "Xixi, just stay here with me."
She blinked and whispered: "Your mother will be happier if I wash the dishes."
He also blinked and said quietly: "I know my mother best. If she is alone with you, she will say something unpleasant. I won't give her a chance. Over time, she will get used to it and won't
Say anything more."
She laughed. This man seemed to be loyal but was actually treacherous.
In the living room, the two elders were also whispering.
Huang's mother looked around with the gold bracelet, and Huang's father was also looking at his own razor, smiling: "This is an imported product. I saw it last time and was reluctant to buy it. It's better to pay attention to this kid's heart."
Mother Huang said in a low voice: "Can't you tell? She clearly borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha, not with our son's money. Such a big gold bracelet costs at least 10,000 to 20,000 yuan. Can she afford it with her salary?"
"Old woman, I told you not to be picky. If you have to wear it, wear it. Who cares who pays for it? Just open your eyes and close your eyes."
"But when I see my son like this, I feel uncomfortable. She keeps eating her so much that she even washes the dishes. It seems like we are abusing her."
"Isn't he injured? This is excusable."
"Are you so squeamish? It's just a little skin injury, but you can't even wash the dishes? You actually want your son, a grown man, to wash it."
Father Huang disagreed: "Since I got married to you, I have washed dishes and cooked breakfast for more than thirty years, but I have never seen you tell me that a grown man shouldn't wash dishes."
"Can you compare with your son? My son is the general manager. Who are you?"
"Hey, old woman, I'm an engineer, and a senior engineer at that! Why am I so inferior in your eyes? Don't let the double standards be too serious, okay?"
"What do you know? I hope that the woman my son marries will either share the joys and sorrows with him, help his career, and become his right-hand man; or she can be a good wife, support her husband and raise her children, keep the house in order, and let my son
She has no worries and works hard. However, looking at it like this, she really can't do anything. You see, her son accommodates her and dotes on her so much. After getting married, it must be very hard. Alas, I feel sorry for my son when I think of it...
