"Ye Weiran, you haven't finished defecating yet? Did you fall into the toilet?"
Lu Yanxi walked back and forth in front of the bathroom door for a long time with his waist bent, and Ye Weiran didn't see Ye Weiran flushing the water. Finally, he couldn't help but start banging on the door.
Now that we are an old married couple, we no longer care about elegance.
"Maybe I'm upset after eating dad's food today. Honey, why don't you go downstairs to use the toilet?"
"You don't need to tell me, I've been there a long time ago and it was occupied." Lu Yanxi groaned at the door, "I'm not telling you, you dare to eat the food cooked by my father."
"Oh, I can't hold it in anymore, I can't hold it in any longer..."
Lu Yanxi suddenly opened his eyes and realized that he was dreaming. He quickly got up and ran to the bathroom.
"Phew, I finally feel comfortable." Lu Yanxi sat on the toilet and let out a long sigh of relief.
This dream was too tiring. Fortunately, I woke up at the last moment. What if I couldn't hold it back...?
But this dream was very real, and even the reason for Ye Weiran's diarrhea was so real.
It just so happened that I was going back to my house for dinner today. I don’t know how happy Lu Fang would be if he knew that his daughter didn’t forget to blackmail him in her dreams.
After coming out of the bathroom, Lu Yanxi walked around the house and was surprised to find that it was already ten o'clock in the morning and she was the first to get up.
It’s really a new year and a new atmosphere.
It was rare for them to sleep in, so Lu Yanxi decided not to wake them up.
He walked quietly to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out the semi-finished breakfast, ready to process it to make breakfast.
As soon as the steamed dumplings were fried, An Ran walked down the stairs and yawned with thick dark circles under her eyes.
"You got up so early, Xixi, please let me go."
"It's okay. I'm not tired at all. I'll be fine soon. But you..." Lu Yanxi pointed at An Ran's dark circles, "It looks like you haven't had much rest."
An Ran took a photo in front of the reflective refrigerator door.
"Oh my god, is this me? It's over, it's over. I'm really old. I can't stay up all night. It's all my fault, Ye Ziming. I have to experience the life of a young man. I don't care how old I am."
"Mom, don't say that. You are still young. When you go out, people will think you are my sister." Lu Yanxi poured a glass of water for An Ran.
An Ran picked up the cup and took a sip. It was obviously a cup of boiled water, but it seemed as if honey had been added to it.
"You have a sweet mouth, but do you have a sister like me?"
"Why not? Last time you accompanied me to class, they thought you were my sister. After knowing that you were my mother-in-law, they were jealous of my good relationship with my mother-in-law."
"Then I'm afraid they can only envy me. After all, there are not many people as cute as my goddaughter."
Even though the relationship between them is already very good, sometimes feelings still need to be expressed. Lu Yanxi is such a person.
"What are you two doing here so early in the morning? Blowing each other rainbow farts?"
Ye Weiran, the mood destroyer, suddenly appeared, earning Lu Yanxi and An Ran a roll of his eyes.
They both turned their heads at the same time, "You don't care about us!"
"I didn't," Ye Weiran quickly waved his hand. He couldn't afford to offend either of these two people. "You go on, praise them."
As he spoke, he walked to Lu Yanxi, stole a custard bun and stuffed it into his mouth before she was paying attention, and ran away.
Ye Weiran worked up and down the stairs alone for a long time. After dinner, he mysteriously pulled Lu Yanxi upstairs.
Before he climbed the last few steps, Lu Yanxi saw a basin in front of the sofa in the living room, and there were shampoo, conditioner, and neatly folded towels on the coffee table next to it.
"What are you doing?"
"Welcome to Ye's Hair Salon," Ye Weiran pulled her to sit down, "You said it's inconvenient to wash your hair. I'll wash it for you later."
"Are you okay?" Lu Yanxi covered his head nervously.
She had seen Ye Weiran wash her hair by putting her head under the faucet to get it wet, apply shampoo and rub it frantically. The whole process was so wild that she was very afraid that Ye Weiran would make her bald.
"It's necessary. I've specially practiced my technique. Don't worry, I'm very gentle."