Chapter 74: Social Dance

Although they all thought so, Zhizhi was only sixteen after all.

It’s too small, and it will have a bad impact if it gets out.

Zhou Yusheng said "oh" and lowered his head with a twinkling look in his eyes.

Ji Diyin glanced at him and talked about other things: "I ran into Lao Xu's daughter when I went out this morning. She said she had graduated and is now working as an accountant in our military region?"

"The old Xu family... Xu Jing, I've met that girl before. She's quite polite, good-looking, and clean." Ye Qin looked at Ji Diyin, "Has her mother looked for you?"

Ji Diyin was puzzled: "Mom, what are you talking about?"

Ye Qin picked up the water cup and took a sip of water: "I was enjoying the cool air outside yesterday and met Xu Jing's grandmother. The old lady wanted to match her granddaughter with Ji Huai."

Ji Diyin had never thought of this possibility: "I watched that child grow up. Ji Huai and his kid were childhood friends. They often played together when they were young, and he also met Xu Jing quite often."

"If it could be done, it would have been done long ago."

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"Ji Huai, please don't be polite. Go to the living room and watch TV. I can do it myself."

There were three people standing in the Wen family kitchen. Wen Shuren was preparing to chop ribs in front of the chopping board, Shu Ying was washing vegetables in front of the sink, and Zhou Jihuai wanted to take Wen Shuren's knife.

Wen Zhile stood at the door.

She wanted to help wash the vegetables, but was pushed out by her mother.

But it’s not so easy to push her brother Zhou away.

"Uncle Wen, I'll help you."

Wen Shuren had a headache: "I'm really good, Zhizhi, take Ji Huai away."

"Okay, Dad." Wen Zhile walked in. "Brother, come out. My dad is very strong."

Zhou Jihuai turned around and looked at Wen Shuren, who looked like a pale scholar.

He adjusted his glasses and chopped down with the knife.

"Then I'll cook."

"No need." Shu Ying said, "Don't do anything, just taste the cooking skills of your uncle and me."

In the past, Wen Shuren and Shuying were busy with work and could not take care of Lai Wennuan, so they hired a nanny who knew them well to take care of their meals and take the children to school.

Later, when Wennuan grew up, the nanny was only responsible for cooking, and they rarely went into the kitchen over the years.

It was not until they recognized their biological daughter that they slowly regained the feeling of cooking and their cooking skills improved rapidly. Wen Zhile loved eating the meals cooked by her parents in her previous life, and she loved it even more in this life.

"Zhizhi loves the braised spareribs made by your uncle and the steamed egg with shrimps made by me the most. You can try them later."

Zhou Jihuai took note of it silently, his dark eyes swept around, and landed on the uncooked prawns: "Aunt Shu, I'll help you with the prawns."

"Okay, I'll go with you." Seeing that his persuasion was unsuccessful, Wen Zhile quickly walked over and picked up a bag of fresh shrimps.

Zhou Jihuai walked towards her: "I'll come, you go watch TV."

[Stop arguing, just give it to him.] If this isn’t love, then what is?

Wen Zhile looked at the three words written on Zhou Jihuai's left and right faces and complained silently: "Xiaojiu, you really know how to find a place."

"Here you go." It would be a waste of time to continue arguing.

Zhou Jihuai took the bag, and Wen Zhile turned around and walked out.

Wen Shuren had almost finished chopping the ribs, and Shu Ying had finished washing the vegetables.

They were helpless.

Xiao Zhou is really hardworking.

The sound of a TV program soon came from the living room. Wen Zhile took a handful of melon seeds, tuned to the Jingzhou channel, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and continued watching Journey to the West.

She glanced towards the kitchen from time to time. After an episode of Journey to the West was over, the meal was ready.

Wen Zhile put on her slippers and ran to the kitchen to help serve the dishes. The four of them served the dishes at different speeds. Shu Ying waited for Zhou Jihuai and his daughter to leave and approached Wen Shuren: "When I was making steamed eggs with shrimps, Jihuai was watching beside me, as if he was taking an exam seriously."

"What do you think happened?"

Wen Shuren was looking at the braised spareribs that had just come out of the pot: "Not only steamed eggs, but also spareribs."

"Just what you think."

They talked about their daughter with Zhou's eldest son on the way home, and they had different ideas at that time.

Shu Ying thinks Zhou Jihuai doesn't care about his daughter, but Wen Shuren disagrees.

As firm as Shu Ying was then, she is as shaky now.

"Mom, are there any more dishes?" Wen Zhile walked into the kitchen.

Shu Ying picked up the plate: "There's also a plate of fruit and some spareribs your dad made. Come on, Old Wen, it's time to eat."

At the beginning of the dinner, the four of them chatted briefly about family matters, and Shu Ying and Wen Shuren successively put food into their daughter's bowl.

Later, the serving chopsticks fell into Zhou Jihuai's hands.

As soon as Wen Zhile finished eating, more dishes were added to his bowl.

It was not until she touched her belly that the serving chopsticks returned to their original position and Zhou Jihuai also put down his bowl and chopsticks.

Even though we eat at about the same time, we eat much less. ×

The man is nearly 1.9 meters tall, but his appetite seems not proportional to his height.

There was only one explanation: he hadn't eaten enough.

I spent the whole meal just picking up food for Zhizhi. It would be strange if I could eat enough.

Shu Ying stopped moving.

She believed Wen Shuren's point of view.

Looking at my daughter again, her condition was obviously different from Xiao Zhou's.

That's good.

Shu Ying breathed a sigh of relief. She was not yet ready to have a son-in-law.

After lunch, Wen Zhile sent Zhou Jihuai downstairs.

She did not go out in the afternoon and stayed at home reading.

Just as I was engrossed in watching the movie, the phone suddenly rang.

Wen Shuren, who was near the phone, put down his book and picked up the receiver: "Hello, hello."

"Brother? Xiaoying is here, Zhizhi is here too, what's going on?"

Shu Ying was sitting on the sofa with an English magazine in her hand. She looked up when she heard the words.

Wen Zhile also looked over.

Wen Shuren nodded from time to time, and before hanging up the call, he said, "Don't worry, big brother, we will definitely get it done."

"Okay, bye."

Shu Ying closed the magazine and asked, "What do you want us to do, brother?"

"Big brother asked us to ask Cheng'an to go to the Southern Military District to attend the social dance." Wen Shuren smiled and imitated Shu Ye's tone, "Big brother's original words were: We must bring Cheng'an with us, even if we have to catch him!"