doomsday son-in-law

Chapter 1024
After leaving at my mother's place, it was almost dusk.

Yang Mu strolled towards Song Yaru's room.

Yang Mu is very duplicity, his heart is kind, and his three views are not crooked, but he doesn't follow his heart when he acts.

Because of his experience from childhood to adulthood, he understands that people have to be selfish, and they must take advantage of what should be taken, otherwise they are fools.

Although he also wants to be a great person, it's a pity that he doesn't seem to be doing well.

Song Yaru lives not far away, the yard is very big, and there are several households in it.

Including Song Yaru's parents, some relatives of the Song family and so on.

Song Yaru has a small suite like a bachelor apartment here.

Although the sparrow is small, it has all internal organs. It has a kitchen, bathroom, small living room, and a large and warmly decorated bedroom.

Yang Mu arrived at the door of her room with ease. The door was ajar and unlocked, so he pushed the door open and entered.

There was no one in the small living room, Yang Mu looked towards the kitchen, and sure enough, he saw that graceful figure.

Hey, woman, duplicity.

Yang Mu walked over and entered the kitchen quietly.

The space here is not too big, but it is enough. I saw that Song Yaru has washed and prepared all kinds of dishes.She thought she was a pig?
Yang Mu laughed at himself after thinking this way.

Isn't he just a pig? He has always had a huge appetite.

Yang Mu tiptoed forward and hugged Song Yaru's small waist from behind.

"what!"

Song Yaru was startled, and when she turned her head to see Yang Mu, her heart was at peace.

"Hey, what a good girl, she made so many dishes."

Song Yaru blushed.

Can't answer.

Yang Mu said he would come here for dinner at night.

On the way back, she refused in her heart, thinking how could she make dinner for Yang Mu?

However, after only sitting for 3 minutes after entering the house, my body lost control. I went to the big kitchen and brought back more than 30 catties of ingredients.

There are all kinds of chicken, duck and fish, and all kinds of vegetables from the big kitchen at home. In addition, there are many non-staple foods, such as tofu, tofu skin, and the like.

She was dumbfounded when she got all of these into her kitchen.

Why would she bring these home?

Song Yaru couldn't find the answer, or she didn't want to recognize the answer.

Confused, with an empty heart, Song Yaru stood in the kitchen for an hour, then let out a long sigh, and began to pack these things.

At the beginning, it just scalded the two pig's hands, and then it got out of hand.

Beans, carrots, potatoes, eggplants, garlic sprouts, lettuce, spinach, parsley, scallions, cucumbers, yellow flowers, celery, garlic sprouts, garlic, fungus, and wax gourd are all cleaned and processed.

Clean up chickens and ducks, kill fish and sprinkle salt.

Shredded, diced, sliced ​​pork!

This busy work is more than an hour.

Song Yaru saw the plates of ingredients she had prepared, and only then did she realize that her face turned pale.

Can you cook twenty dishes?
Why is she doing this?

Well, she still has no answer, maybe she is still unwilling to face it.

At this time, Yang Mu came, walked quietly from behind, and hugged her waist.

"Hey, what a good girl, she made so many dishes."

Yang Mu said so.

Song Yaru's whole body was petrified, she couldn't utter a single word.

She thought that Yang Mu would be complacent, would laugh at her, and even look down on her hospitality, thinking that she was in control.

But he didn't expect that Yang Mu just hugged her, then took the initiative to pick up the apron, put it on and started cooking, the movements were surprisingly skillful.

Song Yaru stood there for a while, until Yang Mu put the pig's trotters in the pot, picked up another pot and put it on the stove, and was about to stew the chicken, Song Yaru went over and pushed him away.

"I'll come and say yes, I'll treat you to dinner."

"Hey, is that what you said?"
"Of course, you have done good deeds for several years when you came to Qin's house. I should treat you well."

"Wow, I found an excuse. It's not bad. It really is someone who has been a housekeeper."

Yang Mu smiled wickedly, Song Yaru didn't look at him, and worked quickly.

Watching her movements, Yang Mu remembered Wen Sijia back then.

At that time, Wen Sijia also tried to cook for him, but Wen Sijia's cooking skills were so poor that boiled eggs could fly away.

Song Yaru is obviously more virtuous in this respect, and Yang Mu also knows that his own mother seems to like Song Yaru's craftsmanship very much.

He looked a little dazed, until the woman put the dishes on the plate, then waved them to Yang Mu.

Yang Mu took it and held it in his hand.

"The table is set up in the living room, let it go."

"Yes, wife."

Yang Mu's mouth was still greasy, Song Yaru turned around and stared at him, and raised the spatula.

Yang Mu smiled slightly and said:

"Yes, my sister Yaru."

After finishing speaking, he ran away, leaving Song Yaru stunned for a moment, and then he was in a complicated mood.

When Yang Mu came back again, he began to tell stories.

"I said I used to be a stinky beggar, you really don't believe me?"

Song Yaru didn't speak.

Yang Mu narrated some of his experiences of begging for food, expressively and emotionally.

Song Yaru frowned, seemingly concentrating on cooking, but actually listening carefully.

And overheard she interjected:
"All these things happened seventeen or eighteen years ago?"

"Ah."

"If it's all true, how dare you say you're 19?"

"Ah...haha, it's revealed, well, brother is actually older than you."

"Liar! Get food!"

After frying another plate, Yang Mu hurried over to get it and put it on the table.

After returning home, seeing Song Yaru cooking so attentively, she couldn't bear to disturb her.

The two of them quieted down in the kitchen, and Yang Mu looked at Song Yaru.

She was wearing a pair of very ordinary black tights, not too short, reaching to the knees, revealing her smooth and white calves.

Bare feet, these feet are perfect, good shape, good skin, good color, no defects at all, which shows that she has a very healthy and young body.

The curvature of the calf and thigh is very attractive, because it is tight pants, so the back is lifted, looking full and round.

The upper body is a white round neck and short sleeves, also tight-fitting, with an apron hanging on the front, you can still see the concave and convex curves clearly, and above the slender waist is a straight back.

The back and shoulders are put together, which looks like another charming arc.

She originally had long black hair that was over her shoulders, but now it was coiled up like a woman's head to form a peach-shaped bun on the top of her head, which was simply tied with a black headband.

In this way, the neck is exposed, white, even the roots of the hair are white like white jade.

Hey, this is a beauty.

Even if she doesn't have Li Baozhu's glamorous glamor at first glance, Michelle's amorous feelings, and Yuan Bingbing's freshness and refinement, she still has her own beauty.

When you look at her, you can't help but look at the details, and then you will find that everything is perfect.

When you look at the details and then look at the whole, you will be amazed at once.

"Hey, what are you looking at? Come and get some food."

"Oh."

Yang Mu really didn't know that he had watched for so long, and another dish was cooked.

After taking it out and putting it on the plate, Song Yaru was still cooking seriously, but this time she didn't stay silent, and said:

"What were you looking at just now?"

"Look at you, you look good."

"Slick liar!"

"It's the truth."

"The devil believes you."

"You don't need to trust me, but trust yourself."

Yang Mu came to Song Yaru's side and took out a towel to wipe the sweat off her forehead.

It can be seen that the corners of Song Yaru's mouth are raised, as if she is controlling her smile. Which woman doesn't like to be praised?

Yang Mu seemed to have found the key, and sighed:
"Look at this beautiful one. There is sweat on the forehead, the sweat is crystal clear, and the forehead seems to be spotless, still so white and delicate."

"..."

"Yoyo, look at this face, I have lived for so many years, and I didn't understand what it means to be rosy until today."

Song Yaru couldn't help but rolled her eyes.

"The eyelashes are really long, and how old are you? Are you really over 20? The whites of the eyes are black and white. In my impression, only four or five-year-old children can have such indifferent eyes."

Song Yaru felt hot all over at this moment, is she that perfect?What this person said was really disturbing, Song Yaru couldn't help turning her head to look at Yang Mu, bit her lip, and looked directly at Yang Mu.

"Oh! What a pig I am!"

Yang Mu's face was full of annoyance.

Song Yaru frowned slightly, what's wrong?Praising himself makes him a pig?Does he feel that he is not worthy of such praise?
Song Yaru was a little worried, but she heard Yang Mu say:
"Just now when I saw your side face, I thought this was your most beautiful posture. Now that you look at me directly, I realize that you are so fragrant, sweet and delicious. I am so pitiful and so cute. I have a feeling that I have been in the sea, what should I do from now on? Apart from you, I am afraid that there will be no other woman who can fall into my eyes, and it is a pity that a generation of philandering radish will disappear like this. "

Song Yaru was stunned by Yang Mu's words, and after a few seconds, she threw the spatula into the pot, pinched her waist and shouted at Yang Mu:

"You are enough! You have lost your conscience! You are too fake, brother!"

Seeing Song Yaru blushing and shouting, Yang Mu couldn't help laughing.

Song Yaru bit her lip and stared at Yang Mu for a while, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

She hurriedly covered her mouth, but she just wanted to laugh, so she bent over laughing.

Yang Mu went over to support her, pulled her up and hugged her in his arms, kissed her cheek, and said:
"Happy or not, your happiness is my greatest happiness."

"Cut, glib."

Song Yaru's face was still full of joy, and the smile could no longer be stopped.

"No, I'm telling the truth."

"How many women have you told that to?"

"Eastern Flower and Candle Night told you that you are really the first woman I pursue so hard."

"Liar."

"Really, never lie to you."

Song Yaru suddenly didn't dare to look at Yang Mu anymore, his eyes are so handsome.

Song Yaru was afraid, afraid that she would fall into those deep eyes and be unable to get out.

Song Yaru sighed, she knew that she had already fallen in, and maybe she didn't want to go out at all.

Huh?
what flavor?

Ah!
"Dish! Dish!"

Song Yaru jumped and pushed Yang Mu away.

Yang Mu laughed, it was so hot, the dishes were all mushy...

(End of this chapter)