A short-tempered mom? A money-grubbing dad? A humorous trio of women were sent to the 1960s by a leaky electric kettle, bringing with them a kitchen that could infinitely replicate food and a space...
Cuihua hesitated for a moment, then pulled her arm back from the doorknob. She hadn't wanted her mother to come in, and the atmosphere inside wasn't suitable for outsiders. Not only was the room filled with the smell of sesame oil, but Feng Jianjun was still inside, still naked.
But no one knows a mother better than her daughter. Cuihua knew that Li Haiyan was not so easy to deal with, so she could only pull back her arm that was trying to intercept her.
"Jianjun is in the room. Mom, please sit down first. I'll go call him." Cuihua quickly asked Li Haiyan to sit in the living room, and opened the four large windows on the balcony to dissipate the smell.
"Why are you closing the windows in this temperature? It's so hot! Why is there such a strong smell of sesame oil in the room? Did you break the sesame oil bottle? You wasteful thing, a bottle of sesame oil is so expensive!" Li Haiyan smelled the strong smell of sesame oil and didn't know what it was for. She thought Cuihua had accidentally broken the sesame oil bottle while cooking.
Yes, who would have thought of using sesame oil like that?
He did not respond to Li Haiyan's question. He opened the window and went into the bedroom. He was afraid that Li Haiyan would follow him into the room, so he immediately locked the bedroom door from the inside.
Li Haiyan really wanted to follow her into the house, but when she saw her daughter locking the door, she knew Feng Jianjun must be inside. These two annoying bastards, what time is it now? They're already tinkering in the house. Thinking of this, Li Haiyan's mouth turned away.
After waiting on the sofa for a long time, so long that Li Haiyan was almost asleep, the bedroom door finally opened. Feng Jianjun walked out with no expression on his face. Li Haiyan looked behind her, but Cuihua hadn't come out.
Hey, these two!
Even if Li Haiyan was angry now, she knew that she couldn't really be angry. After all, Feng Jianjun was not Chunwang, and it was impossible for her to expect Feng Jianjun to treat her like Chunwang, so she needed to assess the situation.
"Jianjun, am I disturbing your rest?" Li Haiyan didn't want to waste time. Even if this matter was delayed, it had to be brought up. Besides, Cuihua was in the house and didn't come out. Maybe Cuihua told Feng Jianjun that he didn't agree, so now Cuihua didn't dare to come out to see him.
You know what, what Li Haiyan thought of was actually the correct answer.
"Hmm." Feng Jianjun walked over to the sofa and sat down without even looking at Li Haiyan. After sitting down, he picked up the tea he had brewed earlier and gulped down half a cup. There was no sign of him asking Li Haiyan if she was thirsty or wanted some water.
Li Haiyan felt uncomfortable again when she saw Feng Jianjun treating her like this. If it was Chunwang, he would definitely ask herself if she was thirsty first. How come Feng Jianjun, who is several years older than Chunwang, doesn't even know this little courtesy?
I swallowed my unhappiness and told myself not to let these little things interfere with bigger things. Drinking water or not is not a big deal. Since we'll be living together in the future, I shouldn't make it a big deal. After all, we're not the original couple.
Feng Jianjun lit up a cigarette and took a puff. Only then did he look at Li Haiyan and ask, "What's up?"
Feng Jianjun's attitude now is completely different from before marriage. Back then, he sat upright, was polite, and didn't smoke. But now, he sits with his legs crossed, squinting at her through the smoke, and doesn't even call her "Mom" when they meet.
Li Haiyan felt a moment of fear, and now she didn't want to say anything at all, because if she did, her family might not be able to move in. She felt that she had always thought too little of Feng Jianjun. This man was not easy to deal with!
Feng Jianjun still had some patience now. He saw that Li Haiyan had a strong desire to talk to him just now, but now she had no desire at all.