Chapter 110 Did They Swap Souls?
Bai Lu, holding a glass of water in one hand, sat down across the table and looked at Xiao Cheng from afar.
Just as he was about to speak, Xiao Cheng got up and left.
Bai Lu: "..."
"where are you going?"
She immediately put down her water glass and chased after him.
The only person in the family who can get Xiao Wei to open the door is Xiao Cheng; we can't let him get away!
"Make dinner." Xiao Cheng didn't run away, but simply went into the kitchen and casually uttered a sentence.
Bai Lu followed him inside.
As dusk settles and night approaches, it is indeed time to rise with the sun and rest with its setting.
It's dinnertime. The vegetables have been washed and chopped. All that's left is to rinse the rice, put it in the pot, and cook the rice and stir-fry the vegetables.
Xiao Cheng took a pot to the rice bin to measure the rice, and Bai Lu followed behind him: "Can you call Xiao Wei out to eat after you've finished cooking?"
“He’ll come out on his own,” Xiao Cheng said, refusing to call anyone.
Once you have enough rice for three people, go out to wash and rinse it. There's a bucket of water by the well, and a ladle to scoop it.
Bai Lu eagerly stepped forward, snatched the ladle, scooped water for him, and poured it into the pot: "Then knock on the door, and I'll call Xiao Wei out."
Xiao Cheng remained silent, his large hand sinking into the pot to rinse the rice, rinsing and rinsing and rinsing.
Bai Lu wanted to grab his hand out; there was no gold in the pot, why was he panning for so long!
It's such a pesky little devil's hand!
Under the intense gaze of those around him, Xiao Cheng finally finished rinsing the rice, poured out the water, and rinsed it again.
Bai Lu: "..."
"How about I do the washing, and you go cook?"
Xiao Cheng raised an eyebrow and looked at her profile with a deep gaze: "Yesterday I was going to cook, and you said you would cook from now on."
“That’s because you said I could pay the rent by cooking. If you cook, how can I pay the rent?” Bai Lu said righteously.
"Then you can cook it," Xiao Cheng said, neither arguing nor vying for it.
Bai Lu nodded seriously: "Of course I have to cook. Cooking is to pay the rent, so it's only right that I cook."
Only after I finished speaking did I realize that the topic had been steered off course.
After a brief moment of anger, Bai Lu decisively steered the conversation back to the main topic: "Then it's decided. I'll cook dinner later, and you can knock on the door so I can call Xiao Wei out to eat."
Xiao Cheng couldn't disagree with this 'pleasant decision' even if he wanted to, because Bai Lu had already gone back to the kitchen to start a fire.
The ladle was put back into the bucket, and he wasn't allowed to scoop water anymore.
The rice was finally freed from washing and scrubbing, and was placed steadily on the stove, transforming into fragrant cooked rice.
The flames in the stove ignited and burned brighter and brighter.
The chimney started working, and wisps of smoke rose into the air.
Lights were on in every house in the small town, and the crisp sound of spatulas clattering together filled the air, creating a warm and lively atmosphere.
A table of delicious dishes was quickly prepared.
Xiao Cheng watched as the girl took off her apron, washed her hands, and pulled him up to head towards the main house.
When they reached a closed door, she took his big hand in her little hand and gently knocked three times.
"Xiaowei, dinner's ready! Come on out, there's braised pork, your favorite, today!"
There was no response from inside the door.
Bai Lu clenched her fists and looked up at Xiao Cheng.
Xiao Cheng's hand was still being held by her. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke: "Let's go out for dinner."
His indifferent and cold voice was like a universal lock.
The door opened as soon as I landed.
The little one looked up at the man outside the door. His eyes weren't swollen, but his eye sockets were red. His little body was fine, but his little hands were tightly gripping the hem of his clothes.
She pursed her lips, as if she wanted to say something.
Before she could even speak, the man had already turned and left, taking Bai Lu, who was still in a daze, with him.
The small figure could only lower its head and follow along.
At the dinner table
Bai Lu frequently served Xiao Wei braised pork, urging him to eat more, as it was a crucial time for him to grow.
Xiao Wei, however, couldn't eat. He could usually eat a whole bowl of rice, but tonight he only ate a few bites and then stopped.
Under the man's cold gaze, the braised pork in the bowl took a long time to finish.
At the same time, she moved the bowl away, silently refusing Bailu's offer of more food, and stared at the rice bowl without moving.
Children can't hide their emotions as well as adults; their frowns, sadness, and grief are all written on their faces.
Xiao Cheng, as always, ate with relish, his face showing no extra emotion.
This strange contrast made Bai Lu feel a little dazed, wondering if the two brothers' souls had been swapped.
Why did Xiao Cheng not react at all when he heard that she wasn't pregnant?
When Xiao Wei heard that she wasn't pregnant, he was so sad that he couldn't eat and his eyes welled up with tears.
Bai Lu looked at it carefully again and again, and found that the big shot was still the big shot, and his aura couldn't be changed.
Xiao Wei is still Xiao Wei. Afraid of upsetting the boss, he swallowed the whole bowl of rice by counting the grains.
Nevertheless, when it was time to do laundry after the bath, the little guy still slumped his shoulders and didn't say a word.
After hanging up the clothes, I went back to my room.
Bai Lu glanced in the direction the small figure disappeared, then looked at Xiao Cheng washing clothes.
"Shall I go take a look?"
Xiao Cheng's silence signified agreement.
This time, there was no response to the knocking. Xiao Wei opened the door and turned to walk back.
They didn't even care who was outside the door.
They didn't even glance at it.
Bai Lu followed her inside.
The little guy sat back down at the table, staring silently at the Chinese textbook, his eyes fixed on it.
It takes forever to turn a single page.
I don't know if I even got into it.
Bai Lu took a chair and sat down next to him, speaking softly, "Still reading so late?"
"Um."
He's at least willing to reply with one word.
The representatives are willing to communicate, and the big shots are the same.
Bai Lu has been here for so long that she has roughly figured out the personalities of the two brothers, except for Xiao Cheng during his irritable phase.
Knowing that the little guy no longer resists being patted on the head, Bai Lu raised her hand and gently rubbed the top of his head.
She spoke softly, "If you have any questions or don't understand anything, feel free to ask me, and I'll answer them all."
The little one looked up at her, his eyes red-rimmed: "Is there really no more nephew?"
Bai Lu hesitated for a moment, then repeated what she had said in the afternoon: "Never."
A short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one.
A seven-year-old child is a person too; they have memories and the right to know the truth. They cannot be deceived.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Wei opened the drawer and said, "But I have prepared a precious gift for my nephew."
The soft voice seemed to rise with difficulty from the depths of the throat, trembling slightly, with a hint of stubbornness that refused to back down.
Bai Lu subconsciously looked into the drawer.
Um……
A precious gift...
It's two pieces of colorful bubble gum and a bag of spicy strips.
Bai Lu's first reaction was to suppress her laughter, but her second reaction was to feel a pang of sadness. Spicy strips and bubble gum were indeed Xiao Wei's favorite snacks, and because he liked them, they were precious to him.
The drawer was pulled out a little further.
There's something else inside.
Five longevity cakes, two wife cakes, and a handmade wooden rattle drum.
The little wooden rattle drum is crudely made. It's made from round pieces of wood chopped with a machete and nailed together with small iron nails. The beads on the drumhead are small, bright green glass balls, and the chain is a handmade hemp rope. It's full of heartfelt sentiment.
Xiao Wei rarely expresses his likes or dislikes, and Bai Lu had no idea that he was so looking forward to his little nephew.
She picked up the small wooden rattle drum, her palms warm: "Did you make this?"
(End of this chapter)
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