Jia Ru can come back

Chapter 87
Wu Mi moved the phone away, looked at me and smiled, "Boss just said the same thing to you."

Seeing that I shouldn't, he lowered his eyes and said, "Yes, I'm really boring. When you criticized me openly just now, I just wanted the boss to listen to what you said about him, to stimulate him and to stimulate you, but You even have the same reaction. I have to admit that you two are a perfect match! But Jia Ru, I am not threatening you with my words, the boss’s family is more complicated than mine, even if you get married now, there is no guarantee that it will not be affected in the future .If possible, try to live a two-person world as much as possible.”

This is my advice to you!
Wu Mi left after leaving these words, his figure was lonely and desolate.

His warning is exactly what I have to face in the current situation. The boss of the Zhou family will come tomorrow. He has been an adult in my eyes since I was a child, and he is Zhou Yu's parent.How could I not be worried about someone who is afraid of even the lawless Zhou Yu?
What's the matter, Zhou Nian will come tomorrow, and I have to face Zhou Liang's big Buddha when I get off work today. Just thinking about it gives me a headache.That's why I was still dawdling when it was time to get off work. Lingling called me to get off work, using the excuse that I had to work overtime because I came here in the morning and late and left something unfinished, so my colleagues in the office left me alone.

I thought about asking Lingling to take a look at the materials of the divorce case, but in the end I gave up.Even if I knew the secrets back then, it still couldn't change my opinion of Wei Lai, because I was the most direct victim in the whole incident.

At least, they still have the energy to fight the lawsuit here and sacrifice for love; but I can only remember my late father in the dark.

"Why don't you leave?" Xiao Dong's sudden voice interrupted my meditation.

I raised my head and saw him standing by my side at some point, his gaze swept across the computer screen in front of me, and on it was a search I made out of boredom—how to get along with the man's family?

Xiao Dong asked me funny: "You still search Baidu? Did you find the answer?"

I shook my head with a wry smile, "I typed indiscriminately." I clicked the fork in the upper right corner and closed the page.I searched and found various answers, but none of them worked for me.

Think about it too, whose marriage can be copied?Who would have a husband like Zhou Gongjin?So what you find from others is not the similarity, nor the experience, but the problem.

Xiao Dong asked: "Aren't you off work? I don't remember any important case being handed over to you, which made you have to work overtime."

I was absent-minded and perfunctory: "I'll be back in a while, you go first."

But Xiao Dong came over to help me shut down the computer, tapped the table twice with his fingers and said, "Let's go."

Shrugging helplessly, he had to pack up his things and get up.

Xiao Dong asked as he walked, "Is your husband's family going back to China?"

I shook my head: "It's not that I want to return to China, but I have already returned to China."

He raised his eyebrows, "Isn't that just right? You have been obtaining the certificate for several months, and it's time to meet his family. An ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her in-laws. What makes you so upset? Or is his family against you?"

"No." I denied it quietly, "Don't make random guesses. I just typed and searched casually just now. Isn't it good to learn the way of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law?"

Although I didn't hide most things from Xiao Dong, but it involves personal emotions, and I don't want to bring too much into my work.

And Xiao Dong sneered immediately after hearing my words: "I'm afraid you are the first person to learn the way of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law on Baidu."

After parting ways in the parking lot, I drove in the direction of the apartment. When I stopped downstairs, I didn't rush to go upstairs first. Instead, I sent a message to Zhou Yu asking if he was off work?It took him 5 minutes to get back to me, saying that the bureau had invited him to a meeting and he would be back later.During the speech, it seemed that Zhou Liang was still at home.

It didn't make sense to not go up when I was already downstairs. I gritted my teeth, went to a nearby supermarket to buy vegetables, and then went upstairs with my bags.

The moment the door is opened, the scent is tangy, followed by the elegant piano music circling in the room.

I closed the door and heard the sound and looked for it, but I couldn't find Zhou Liang when I searched around the house. Instead, I saw a plate of prawns on an iron plate on the stove in the kitchen, and a casserole on the gas stove. I smelled it. The scent that I saw came from inside.

I looked back subconsciously, but I saw no one behind me. I reached out and lifted the lid of the pot, and then I was stunned.

The casserole contained Buddha Jumping Over the Wall.

This is absolutely impossible to be Zhou Yu's handwriting!At best, Zhou Yu can cook a chicken soup. You can't count on him for complicated dishes like Buddha Jumping Over the Wall. Of course, it's even more difficult to count on me.

I saw that there was a pressure steamer next to it, so I sniffed it closer and concluded that it should be steamed fish.

At this moment, there was a movement on the door, and it was unknown who had come back.I turned around and went back to check, and within two steps, I saw Zhou Liang appearing at the kitchen door with a bottle of seafood soy sauce in his hand.

Seeing my surprised face, he took off the earphones stuffed in his ears, stared at me and asked, "Didn't you move away?"

I was baffled: "When did we move?"

"Didn't the third child call you to move in the morning." He replied to me as a matter of course.

I couldn't laugh or cry when I heard this: "He was just talking, we didn't even take anything."

"Meaning, you are not moving?"

In my heart, a hundred thousand mud horses ran past, and I decided in my mouth: "Don't move."

Zhou Liang: "Oh, that's such a pity." It's just that there was no regret on his face, but he said in secret: "Tomorrow, the boss will come to watch a good show."

According to Zhou Liang, he made these delicacies in the kitchen to reward himself.Of course, I will not go out of my way to eat. I thought about ordering takeaway, but I still dug out the noodles and planned to cook a bowl and just eat it.

When the pot was filled with water waiting to boil, I started to unpack the bag of noodles, and heard Zhou Liang walk in behind me.He swayed behind me, "Instant noodles? You just give these to the third child? It's chilling enough, no wonder you look at that kid with a disheveled face all day long."

I paused, ignored his disturbing voice, and continued to unpack the seasoning bag. I was about to pour it into a bowl when I heard Zhou Liang say, "You can't just mix the seasoning with boiling water and eat it." Right? How many unsanitary additives are in there."

"I make noodles like this every time." He replied without raising his head.

"Throw it away quickly, forget it, I will give you some boiled noodles at the expense of my soup."

Now I raised my head, he still made soup?where?He turned around and went to the other side of the kitchen counter, where there was actually an electric cooker still plugged in. "Give me your boiled water." He ordered.

I immediately took another container and filled it with boiling water, the pot was emptied, and then... Zhou Liang operated it.

I thought it was chicken soup at most, but I didn't expect that he cooked an old duck. It should take a lot of time to see the thickness and whiteness of the soup.When the soup was poured into the noodle pot, I saw his distressed face, but when the fire was turned on, I saw his eyebrows relaxed, and he took the initiative to take the chef's spoon, and started to process the noodles while boiling the soup.

He drenched the noodles once with the boiling water I just boiled, then poured them into the water again, picked them up and drenched them with pure water again, and repeated this operation until the third time, he began to pour the noodles into the old duck broth.

When Zhou Yu entered the door, he saw this fairly harmonious picture——

Zhou Liang and I were holding a big bowl with half-eaten noodles in it, and Zhou Liang was talking about how his broth got its flavor and why there were several steps in cooking noodles.

Zhou Yu's sudden return only interrupted Zhou Liang's enthusiasm for a while, and then he continued talking after he glanced at the door.I also took a look at Zhou Yu, and was secretly amused to see his astonished and foolish face, but I quickly turned back and stared at Zhou Liang, who was listening carefully.

Zhou Yu refused to be ignored, so she took off her coat and shouted, "What are you doing? Discussing cooking skills?"

Zhou Liang stopped, with a look of displeasure at being interrupted, and said to me: "I'll tell you how the Buddha jumps over the wall later." Then he turned and walked into the kitchen.

Zhou Yu turned his head to see the figure of his second child disappeared, and then asked me: "Why are you and the second child so..." He searched for words: "Harmony?" Woolen cloth?"

"The second child is a dog, it's normal to quarrel."

"..."

I think their two brothers are dogs, Zhou Yu is the Erha, and Zhou Liang is the arrogant Corgi.

The tsundere person only needs you to feel a little bit, then you can be smooth.Zhou Liang seems to be proud of his culinary skills. He is so picky about what he eats, and every step of cooking must be precise.So when I asked him why he cooked the noodles like that, I hit his most caring point, and then there was this harmonious picture that Zhou Yu saw when he entered the door.

My hands were empty, and half of my noodles were taken away by Zhou Yu. He muttered, "I still don't believe how delicious his cooked noodles can be, why don't they cook them just like that."

However, after he took a sip, he stopped talking, hula hula just ate, and didn't realize that this bowl of noodles belonged to me.

In the end, he ate up all the soup and water, and he looked at the kitchen with unsatisfied interest and asked, "Is there any more noodles?"

I had the urge to kick him, just to match his second son’s desire to explain, I didn’t eat a few mouthfuls of noodles, and only drank two mouthfuls of soup. There is no return.

(End of this chapter)