About a quarter of an hour later, Yu Xian was washed.

Chen, who was playing with his cell phone on the sofa, heard the sound of the bathroom door opening and turned his head to look over.

Yu Xian, who had changed into her boyfriend's clothes, might feel that her trousers were a little long, so she rolled up a little, revealing her slender calves shining with a porcelain luster under the light.

Her long wet hair draped over her shoulders, looking lingering and soft, and her face, which was flushed with hot water, was as delicate and blurred as a monster.

"Can I blame me for wanting to take a shower with her? Which man can stand it?"

Chen found a reason for himself, waved his hand and shouted, "Have you finished washing?"

"Yeah~"

Yu Xian walked over, holding a burgundy butterfly hairpin with her hair tied in her hand, and she couldn't find a place to put it for a while, so she clamped it on the pillow.

"Do you want to sit?"

Chen Ye patted the sofa beside him and signaled that Yu Xian was close to him.

Yu Xian looked at Lao Chen's bedroom and was still embarrassed to be too close to Chen Jie. He shook his head and urged: "Go and take a shower quickly and don't catch a cold."

Chen raised his head and his loose long-sleeved shirt completely covered up Sister Cos's perfect figure on the upper body, which was a little regretful.

"You won't go peek when I take a shower."

Chen asked on purpose.

"nerve!"

Yu Xian spat and blushed into the bathroom.

Chen is a boy. He always takes a shower very quickly. In 5 minutes, he includes all the processes of washing his hair, flushing, taking off his clothes, and putting on his clothes.

"Huh~"

When I opened the bathroom door, a refreshing wind came towards me. I couldn't help but breathe comfortably. The 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 him, as if he was looking at something.

Chen suddenly remembered that there were many photos of himself from childhood on the lattice screen.

Dual-working families like Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin are considered to be of medium or lower level in China, so Chen had the conditions to take some commemorative photos when he was a child.

At that time, Chen Jie was only good at learning and not being good at speaking, so the appearance in the photos was very disgusting and reluctantly unwilling to cooperate.

Yu Xian turned his head when he heard the movement, his curved eyes were like crescent moons, and he said with a smile:

"Director Chen, you were so shy when you were a child. You had to bury your head in your aunt's arms when you took a photo."

"Damn!"

Chen blushed: "What is the difference between these photos and my nude photos? You have to be responsible after seeing them."

"ah?"

Yu Xian immediately covered her eyes and giggled, "Actually, I am a blind man, please don't rely on me."

"No, I will pester you and rely on you."

Chen Jie reached out to wrap his hand around Yu Xian's tight and thin waist, smelling the fragrance on her body, and felt like she was ready to move.

Yu Xianbei nipped her red lips lightly, and shyly patted her boyfriend's palm off, tilted her head and asked, "Where is the washing machine at home?"

“On the balcony.”

Chen raised his chin and gestured.

“Okay~”

Yu Xian walked into the bathroom with a small step, and when he came out, he held the dirty clothes that the two of them had changed.

"You don't have to worry, my mom can wash it."

Chen said indifferently.

Yu Xian ignored him and threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine.

However, she had to carry it over in two times, walking in the living room with a "dongdongdongdongdong", as light as a busy deer.

Not long after, Chen Peisong remembered his wife's advice to thaw the ribs, and walked out and saw that his son was the only one in the living room.

"Where is Xiao Yu?"

Old Chen asked.

“On the balcony.”

He said as if nothing happened.

Chen Peisong turned his head and looked at the Sichuan and Chongqing girl, standing on tiptoe to take off her clothes from the balcony.

The washing machine was also buzzing, obviously also washing clothes.

"How do you let others do these housework?"

Chen Peisong said blamingly.

"I said my mother can wash it, but she is also a person who can't spare."

Chen smiled bitterly and pushed the blame completely.

"You can't wash yourself?"

Old Chen said angrily: "I'm so lazy!"

Chen shrugged and thought to himself if I was not lazy, how could you quickly discover the gold-like shining points on Sister Cos?

"Xiao Yu."

Chen Peisong came to the balcony and said to Yu Xian: "Don't leave at night. Stay at home for dinner. Your aunt will be home later."

"No need to worry, I'll dry my clothes and go back."

Yu Xian felt that it was a bit rude to not bring a gift, and now he still has to stay for dinner, so he couldn't stand it.

"What should I do when I go back?"

Old Chen pointed outside and said, "The rain has not become smaller at all. Stay here to taste your aunt's skills."

"I'll tell you."

"My wife master" Chen Peisong couldn't help but praise his wife again: "Your aunt is good at hand. It's really thanks to his mother. I'm too busy with work..."

Chen was fiddling with tea cups at the dining table, with a faint smile on his eyebrows.

My parents have been in love all their lives, which I have witnessed with my own eyes. Even almost twenty years later, Old Chen still praises his wife whenever he meets everyone and thanks her for her lifelong efforts to the family.

"It's a pity that I didn't seem to learn this, I'm always too greedy..."

He thought to himself mockingly.

On the balcony, Yu Xian stayed with Lao Chen's strong desire to stay, but he was forced to stay in sympathy.

Chen Peisong walked to the refrigerator and took out the ribs to thaw, and then returned to the bedroom again.

If you don’t come out to be a boring light bulb, and don’t want to tell any principles of life, Lao Chen is not an elder who is good at teaching, which is particularly rare in his age.

But the impact of rain today was too great. Ten minutes, fifteen minutes, thirty minutes...

Mao Xiaoqin still didn't get home.

Chen Peisong was about to go out to explain the traffic jam when he suddenly heard the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen.

Chen Peisong was stunned for a moment, and quickly walked to the living room and asked Chen who was watching TV: "Xiao Yu is cooking inside?"

"yes."

Chen nodded.

"Why don't you stop me?"

Old Chen was a little angry. The first time he came to the house, he did housework and cooked, but he didn't think that he would be a mother in the future.

"I stopped him."

Chen Zhu blinked and said, "But Yu Xian said that everyone would do the same thing, she is fine now anyway."

"This girl..."

Old Chen has a better impression of this sensible Sichuan and Chongqing girl.

But this is not good at all. Chen Peisong washed his hands and was about to replace Yu Xian.

As a result, I just opened the matte door of the kitchen and saw Yu Xian cutting shredded potatoes.

"Swish, swish, swish," the knife fell, and the sharp steel blade was pressed against the fingers and chopped on the chopping board. One by one, as thin as hair, and the crystal clear potato shreds flew up and down.

Old Chen glanced at Yu Xian's expression, focused but relaxed.

"This girl can cook, no wonder she volunteered."

Chen Peisong understood this skill when he saw this knife skills. Only those who know how to cook and love to cook can have this level of proficiency.

If I had changed it to myself, the potatoes would have to be cut as thick as a little finger.
To be continued...