After lunch, the two did not disturb the elderly couple's afternoon nap. After giving them two paintings and calligraphy works, they drove back to the hotel. Zhou Xin was home alone and did not want to go home at the moment, so she preferred to stay at the hotel where it was warmer.

After burying his head in Zhou Xin's arms and sleeping soundly, satisfying his desires, the two got up around 4 a.m., went to the supermarket to buy some gifts, and then headed to Zhou Xin's house. Today is the 29th of the lunar year, and tomorrow is the 30th. Fang Yang had to participate in the final rehearsal early in the morning and officially participate in the gala in the evening, so he naturally didn't have time to come over for dinner. Therefore, Ni Sufeng invited Fang Yang to come over for dinner tonight to entertain this prospective son-in-law.

It was past five o'clock when they got home, and it was completely dark. The sound of chopping vegetables came from the kitchen. Zhou Xin peeked into the kitchen and said, "Mom, we're back!"

Ni Sufeng stopped chopping vegetables, washed her hands, and came out. "Xiao Fang is here. Come and sit down. Xiao Xin, go and pour a cup of hot water."

Fang Yang recognized Ni Sufeng and quickly placed the gift on the dining table. "Hello, Auntie, I'm Fang Yang. Sorry to bother you."

Ni Sufeng was very satisfied with Fang Yang's tall, handsome appearance. "You're here, why did you buy anything? Sit down and have some fruit. Xiaoxin's dad will be back soon, so don't be shy, make yourself at home."

Turn on the TV, and fearing Fang Yang might feel awkward, hand him the remote control. "Find a TV show for yourself. I'll prepare the dishes first, and have Xiao Xin sit with you for a while."

Fang Yang stood up and said, "Auntie, why don't you let me cook? I usually enjoy cooking too."

Ni Sufeng smiled and pushed Fang Yang away, "Auntie knows you cook well, but this is the first time you've visited my house, so I can't let you cook this meal. Next time you can cook so Auntie can taste your cooking."

Seeing that Ni Sufeng insisted, Fang Yang had no choice but to retreat to the sofa to watch TV. Seeing Zhou Xin watching the show with a water glass, he said irritably, "How long are you going to watch this? Don't you know how to go help your mother?"

Zhou Xin handed the water to Fang Yang, saying, "I can't cook, what would I do there? Besides, my mom said the kitchen is off-limits to me, unless I'm washing dishes, she's afraid I'll burn it down."

Fang Yang smiled. It's unbelievable that a kitchen disaster could speak so righteously. But most girls don't cook these days, so it's not surprising that Zhou Xin can't. Girls only truly grow up after giving birth, and they'll learn anything for their children. Besides, she just graduated from school not long ago, so it's normal for her to be a little proud.

Not long after, Zhou Haijun returned with a briefcase. Fang Yang stood up and greeted him, "Uncle Zhou, you're off work."

When Zhou Haijun saw that it was Fang Yang, he smiled and said, "How long have you been here? Sit down and don't be shy, make yourself at home."

Fang Yang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Zhou Haijun's expression was much better than last time. It seemed that his future father-in-law had come to his senses. Last time, his expression was frighteningly dark, and Fang Yang almost thought he was going to get beaten up. However, after Fang Yang talked about the reform of state-owned enterprises, his expression softened a little.

"I just arrived a little while ago, Uncle Zhou, has your company not given you a holiday yet?"

"We just started our holiday. Unlike you, we have to follow the national holiday schedule. We have a holiday on the 30th and start work on the 7th, no matter how much thunder there is."

After putting down his bag and taking off his coat, Zhou Haijun went to the kitchen to help. Fang Yang asked Zhou Xin in a low voice, "Does your uncle usually cook at your house?"

Zhou Xin glanced at the kitchen and said, "Unless we have important guests, my mom usually cooks."

"So it's because your dad's cooking is good?"

"When it comes to fancy dishes, my dad's cooking is definitely the best, but for everyday home cooking, my mom's is just as good."

Zhou Xin tilted her head and thought for a while before coming to this conclusion: "Anyway, my mom usually cooks pretty well. My dad is always lazy and doesn't want to cook, so I haven't eaten much of it. It's only when my grandpa and maternal grandpa come over that my dad cooks some dishes to go with drinks. When I was little, my parents were both very busy with work, so I ate at my grandpa's house. I heard my grandma say that when my dad was pursuing my mom, he often pestered the chef at my grandpa's house to learn how to cook, and that's how he finally won her over."

Fang Yang suppressed a laugh, "This is the saying: to win someone's heart, you must first win their stomach. Uncle Zhou was quite skilled at that when he was young."

Zhou Xin slapped Fang Yang, "You're not allowed to talk about my dad like that. Actually, my dad and mom grew up in the same compound when they were very young. They have a deep affection for each other, and it was only natural for them to get together. It's not as bad as you say. At most, my dad sometimes cooks some dishes to please my mom when he works overtime."

Fang Yang smiled knowingly, "I understand, I understand everything."

Zhou Xin slapped Fang Yang again, turned her head to watch TV, and soon smelled the aroma of food coming from the kitchen. She got up and went to clear the table. Fang Yang, on the other hand, had nothing to do and carefully looked around the villa.

Judging from the decor, it must be over ten years old. The walls are somewhat mottled, and the furniture is quite old. To be able to buy such a villa within the Third Ring Road, Zhou Haijun probably used up almost all of his savings, so the decoration is rather simple. Later, when he had more money, he probably became too lazy to make any changes and just lived like this.

The house is a two-story building with one basement level, which is standard for most villas. Since it is a townhouse, the garden is not large. Because no elderly people live with them and the couple is busy with work, no one is usually home, so this doesn't have much of an impact.

The first floor is basically the kitchen, dining room, and utility rooms. The second floor is the bedroom. The villa is not big, probably with only three or four bedrooms at most. For a family of three like Zhou Haijun's, it is very spacious. There will probably be one bedroom converted into a study, which is normal. After glancing at the general layout, Fang Yang could guess the general layout.

Fang Yang heard Zhou Xin carrying dishes out of the kitchen and ran over to her, taking the bowl of dishes from her hands. "You didn't even call me when the dishes were ready. I felt bad waiting for you to eat like this."

Zhou Xin rolled her eyes at Fang Yang, "You're the guest today, just wait to eat. There's no reason for a guest to have to do chores."

Fang Yang waved his hand, "I'll serve the rest of the dishes, you just wait to eat."

Before Zhou Xin could agree, Fang Yang had already run into the kitchen. Zhou Haijun had already cooked three dishes. Seeing Fang Yang run in, he smiled and said, "It'll be ready soon. Just finish cooking this side dish. There's also a pot of chicken soup in the casserole over there. It'll be almost done after this dish is cooked. You can take the other dishes out first, and I'll take care of the rest."

Fang Yang agreed and took out the stir-fried beef in front of him. Ni Sufeng also washed her hands and came out with the bowls and chopsticks. "Xiao Fang, you can sit down. I'll take care of the rest."

Fang Yang put the dishes on the table and said with a smile, "Auntie, it's okay. I'm used to cooking at home. You've worked hard cooking, so let me do it."

Before Ni Sufen could agree, she ran back to the kitchen to get the remaining dishes.

Seeing how diligent Fang Yang was, Ni Sufeng smiled and didn't refute him. This child was thoughtful. Although he became famous at a young age, he had no airs at all. His character was impeccable. He was pleasing to the eye at first glance!