Tsumabuki Minami lowered her head guiltily, her delicate face flushed, and even the tips of her ears turned red.

No one knows a son better than his mother. As soon as Izumi saw Tsumabuki Minami's appearance, he knew that his youngest son had deceived Master Nie, that simpleton, and even used her name to collect Marilyn Monroe posters, when he was clearly the one who liked Marilyn Monroe.

Quanzi couldn't understand why her youngest son's idol was Marilyn Monroe, who was famous worldwide for her sex appeal. She had always thought that her youngest son would like a beautiful girl like Monroe, but in reality, her youngest son's crush was Wuchen.

Wuchen and Meiyan are worlds apart, with absolutely no connection whatsoever. This crossover is too big for Quanzi to understand. Perhaps even his son hasn't figured out what kind of person he likes.

The truth came out, and Quanzi pulled Master Nie home, walking slowly and talking as they went.

"Maybe I gave it to you. I forgot. Since you want someone to play chess with, I'll play with you more often from now on." Quanzi didn't really want to buy a pretty robot to bring home; even if it was a mannequin, she would still be jealous.

"No thanks, you're not very good. I could beat you with my eyes closed. It's too easy." The simpleton spoke the truth again.

Ye Qingqing and Lu Mo followed behind, struggling to hold back their laughter. No wonder their cousin was living such a carefree life now; she was free, and their silly cousin had gone off to mess with Quanzi.

Quanzi was very patient and didn't get angry. "Let Mu Nan play with you. He's much better than me."

Hanhan still shook his head, "I know my wife's chess style very well. I can tell what she's going to do as soon as she bends over. It's boring to play against her. Robots are better. Quanzi, call your junior and order one."

Quanzi's smile faltered for a moment, turning into a fake one. She readily agreed, "Okay, I'll call my junior in a few days."

Robots can certainly be custom-made, but Marilyn Monroe would never do that. She would order a male robot like Marlon Brando and see if that idiot would get jealous.

Master Nie had no idea that the beautiful woman with the delicate fragrance of red sleeves had transformed into a mighty and powerful man. He was overjoyed and felt a little hungry. He hadn't eaten much of the food and drinks for dinner, as he didn't like eating out and preferred to eat at his familiar home.

"I'm hungry, let's go home and cook some three-delicacy noodles."

"There's no more 'Three Delicacies'." Quanzi's voice was particularly gentle.

"Chicken noodles are fine too."

"There's no more chicken left." The voice became even gentler.

"Egg noodles, please."

"No eggs." Quanzi glanced indifferently at the dejected Master Nie, feeling much better. Hmph, you want to play chess with Marilyn Monroe, huh? I'll let you starve!

However, Izumi still couldn't bring herself to say no. "There's also pickled mustard greens. How about pickled mustard green noodles?"

Master Nie nodded aggrievedly, then thought for a moment and instructed, "Buy more vegetables and put them in the refrigerator next time!"

"OK."

Quanzi readily agreed, since this silly girl never looks at the refrigerator anyway, so she wouldn't know whether she would buy it or not.

"We're going back soon, I'm so hungry, can you cook me some pickled mustard green noodles?"

Master Nie quickened his pace as he urged her on, with Quanzi following closely behind, her back ramrod straight. She didn't look like a woman over fifty at all; she looked to be in her thirties. Although they weren't walking side by side, their quiet happiness was evident.

Three days after the wedding, Ye Qingqing went back to Fuai Road for dinner. Three days later, the bride was to return to her parents' home. Zhu Zi did not live in Pingjiang often, and when she came, she stayed at Ye Mingcheng's place. So Ye Mingcheng simply arranged the return visit.