Wen Mo sighed deeply, realizing there was nothing he could do about it.

You're talking to me in such a cute tone, believe me or not, I'll rip my whole heart out for you to see.

Two cute little legs encased in black pantyhose dangled under the sofa. Xia Lian's heels were slightly red, a splash of flesh against the pure black. After a long silence, she suddenly stood up, her skirt swaying.

Wen Mo was taken aback. "Where are you going?"

“I’m going, to curry favor with you.” Xia Lian said earnestly.

After saying that, she stuffed her two little feet into two fluffy girl slippers, and after adjusting her mindset, she went into the kitchen alone.

The word "fawning" was coined by Wenmer and her.

The meaning is quite clear: just behave well in front of your parents, and the unpleasantness from last time will soon disappear. Besides, our Lianbao is so cute, well-behaved, and fun; she knows how to please a mother figure.

Furthermore, the two of them came with good news.

Xia Lian clearly didn't quite understand the phrase "fawning over someone," tilting her head with a puzzled expression: "I can't play the Yin Qin."

"...That's not what I meant. Let me explain."

After explaining everything at home, we arrived at the destination and this is what happened.

Wenmo silently cheered her on from behind.

The bright kitchen was well-lit and had little grease. Su Juan was very clean and couldn't stand any dirt. She always kept the house spotless.

She kept stirring the spatula in her hands, a little bit of vegetable juice splashing down the edge of the pot. She hummed a little tune and swayed back and forth, completely unaware that a small creature had appeared beside her.

"Auntie."

"Ouch! You scared me..." Su Juan stopped what she was doing. The voice that suddenly came from behind her made her tremble. She looked down and saw the little head next to her.

Her initial shock quickly turned into a smile. "What's wrong, girl? Why did you suddenly come into the kitchen? Don't let the oil splatter on you."

Xia Lian shook her head.

"Are you hungry? Then Auntie, please hurry up." Xia Lian asked.

Xia Lian shook her head again, picked up the thawed pork next to her, tilted her head slightly, and asked, "Can I help Auntie?"

"Oh, look how well-behaved this girl is." Su Juan smiled and wanted to pat her head, but then thought her hands were too oily and gave up. "No need, little girl, you're dressed so beautifully, don't accidentally get your clothes dirty."

"But I want to help my aunt."

Xia Lian lowered her head, her toes spinning on the ground. Suddenly, she remembered Wen Mo's instructions and raised her head again after a few seconds.

This one look was quite remarkable; in her clear eyes, it was as if a pool of clear spring water was hidden, so pure that you could see right through her, innocent and naive.

The hidden skill taught by Winmer – the “Please, Please” ray.

After being stared at by this gaze for five seconds, one will unconditionally obey Lianbao and be under her control for several seconds.

"This..." Su Juan felt the power of being naturally naive for the first time. After being stared at for several seconds, she immediately gave in and smiled helplessly, "Alright, girl, then you'd better be careful not to get your clothes dirty."

Upon hearing this, Xia Lian nodded vigorously and skillfully sliced ​​the thawed meat into shreds on the cutting board.

"The shredded meat is cut so well."

Su Juan, who was tidying up the spatula, couldn't help but praise her as she watched her movements.

"Thank you, Auntie." Xia Lian was a little embarrassed by the praise, but she still tried her best to keep her hands busy and didn't forget to say a few good words about Wen Mo, "Wen Mo is also very good at cooking."

Hearing this, Su Juan turned her head and peered into the living room. Wen Mo pretended not to care and sat on the sofa watching TV, but in reality, he kept looking up at the kitchen to listen for any sounds. Just then, the mother and son made eye contact.

Wen Mo quickly looked away and pretended to play on his phone.

Su Juan narrowed her eyes, finally understanding what kind of act this was, but she still smiled helplessly and continued, "That kid isn't that amazing. Before, when he came home, he would just stay in his room sleeping like the Empress Dowager, and he wouldn't get up until noon every day..."

Two women, who looked like mother and daughter, chatted about the past in the kitchen while the "idle people" sitting in the living room did nothing. Su Juan's every word and smile revealed her dark history, and the atmosphere gradually became more lively.

Xia Lian listened attentively. She had never imagined that Wen Mo, who appeared so handsome in front of her, had actually been chased and bitten by dogs when he was a child.

"Seriously, girl, you look so beautiful today. Your face is so pretty, I can't take my eyes off you."

Su Juan praised Xia Lian quite naturally. Her initial impression of Xia Lian was her super cute appearance, especially the kind of protective instinct that could attract both men and women, which made her firmly grasp her maternal desires.

"My aunt is also very beautiful, with a lovely face."

Xia Lian shook her head and said with a serious expression, even speaking much faster.

This is no exaggeration. Even in her forties, Su Juan remains graceful and elegant, like a beautiful woman who has stepped out of bygone days.

Moreover, her skin is very delicate, with a soft glow from the touch of time. Although there are a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes, they do not detract from her beauty. Her composure in every gesture and her confidence in conversation are captivating.

From Xia Lian's perspective, her aunt was the most beautiful woman besides her mother.

"Look at what this girl is saying, hehehe, I'm almost forty years old." Su Juan smiled and looked at her slightly youthful profile, then suddenly said, "Girl, how old are you this year?"

Xia Lian was taken aback, but quickly replied, "Sixteen years old."

"She's only sixteen."

Su Juan nodded, poured out the last dish of shredded pork with garlic sauce from the pot, and paused thoughtfully. "Wen Mo will be eighteen soon too."

After saying that, she looked out the window at the bright sky and muttered to herself, "It's two years off."

Xia Lian didn't know what was being discussed, so she could only nod in agreement.

Actually, when they first met, Su Juan found this girl very likable. However, she also thought about other things. Wen Mo's grades were excellent, and she deserved a better school. High school romances are ultimately just temporary. Feelings are not just about a momentary passion, but about a long and steady relationship.

To be honest, who wouldn't want their son to find a good girl? Does Xia Lian fit the bill? She certainly does, but the relationship they have is like an invisible fig leaf, tightly binding them together.

Just in case, and only in case, the two broke up afterward, but because of their previous decision, they stayed in Linchuan, without even a chance to regret it.

If they can survive the two-year quarantine period and remain as loving as ever, then perhaps it's worth considering acknowledging their relationship.