In Chengdu, at the home of Chu Fang's elder brother, Chu Yongquan.
Sister-in-law Ye Shan is holding her child. She became pregnant at the end of last year and gave birth to the child after ten months of pregnancy.
She urged her husband, "You're always so slow, hurry up."
"I understand," Chu Yongquan replied while packing his luggage. "My brother's wedding is still seven or eight days away, why are you in such a hurry to go home?"
"Of course we're in a hurry." Ye Shan rolled her eyes. "That's your little brother, blood is thicker than water. Besides, he's helped us so much. We owe our current life entirely to his care."
"From any perspective, we should all go home as soon as possible and help our younger brother with some chores."
"We must get home before my younger brother, otherwise people will gossip and say we are ungrateful."
Chu Yongquan did not answer, but simply quickened his pace of packing.
Now he is the boss of a company with hundreds of employees and assets approaching ten million, all thanks to the network of connections provided by Chu Fang.
He was very grateful for Chu Fang's help.
After filling the car trunk with their belongings, Ye Shan pulled her husband along, saying, "Let's go."
... ...
The plane took off and arrived safely in Chengdu three hours later.
"Ah, you are Chu Yi."
"Can I get your autograph?"
"I really love your songs."
“... ..."
Chu Yi is now considered a minor celebrity, and some fans recognize her.
"Hehe..." Chu Yi couldn't stop laughing.
After leaving the airport, Chu Fang hailed a taxi and headed back to his hometown.
In the blink of an eye, we were back in the small town.
As soon as he got out of the car, Chu Fang raised an eyebrow when he saw his house; it had changed quite a bit.
Pink roses adorn the exterior walls of self-built houses in the countryside, and bright red double happiness lanterns hang in front of the windows. Colorful ribbons flutter in the wind, creating a festive atmosphere.
"Oh, my little darling is back." Chu's mother was standing with her hands on her hips, directing Chu's father to do things. When she saw Chu Fang, her face lit up with a smile.
Chu's mother hurried over, her lips slightly pouting: "Mom missed you so much."
I miss you too.
How much do you miss her? Is there anything more you miss her than that bad woman?
Chu Fang: "..."
This damn competitive spirit.
Chu Fang didn't respond, but Chu's mother clung to him, her eyes clear and bright: "Is there or not?"
“Yes… ……” Chu Fang smiled helplessly.
Chu's mother immediately raised her head, like a victorious general returning home.
Bad woman, I've won this round after all!
"Xiao Fang is back."
"Your big day is coming up."
"We're really looking forward to it."
“... ..."
Chu Fang's family, surrounded by neighbors, smiled gently.
Chu Fang greeted all the elders present and offered them cigarettes and candy.
Afterwards, they moved the purchased items into the house, and by the time they finished, night had fallen.
The Chu family members sat together: Chu Fang's grandparents, maternal grandmother, Chu's father, Chu's mother, eldest uncle, eldest aunt, eldest brother, eldest sister-in-law, Chu Yi, Zhou Qiong, Chu Fang, and the youngest child in the family.
Chu Yi held the child and teased him, which soon made the child cry, leading to a beating from his aunt.
Grandpa, seated above, said slowly, "Chu Fang is getting married soon. When he gets down here, will I have the face to face our ancestors..."
The family gathering has ended.
Chu Fang cleaned up the kitchen waste and prepared to wash the dishes.
Chu's mother stopped him: "Sweetie, you've had a long day and just got home. Go and rest. I'll take care of these things."
Then, Chu's mother turned to Chu's father and said, "Old Chu, you wash up."
Chu's father: "... ..."
Chu Fang went upstairs and entered his room, which had been completely changed.
Inside the bridal chamber, red ribbons fluttered gently, double happiness stickers reflected warm light, pink balloons clustered into hearts, roses were in full bloom, and light gauze draped the room, creating an atmosphere of sweet romance.
Chu Fang made a video call, and Zhong Tingyue's delicate, porcelain-like face appeared on the screen.
"What's wrong with Mr. Chu?"
Chu Fang showed the bridal chamber to everyone, then asked, "Ms. Zhong, what do you think? Is there anything that needs improvement?"
“Very good.” Zhong Tingyue nodded. “I am very satisfied.”
As soon as Chu's mother entered the house, she raised her chin.
She was very satisfied with Zhong Tingyue's answer.
Although this wicked woman is cunning and manipulative, she is ultimately a woman of taste.
"This was designed by my mom."
All the decorations, big and small, in the house were designed and decorated by Chu's mother herself; she was unwilling to entrust them to others.
Zhong Tingyue immediately changed her reply: "That's not good."
"You bad woman!" Chu's mother couldn't contain her emotions. "What's wrong with it? They all say my decorations are the most beautiful, the most popular design style right now. If you don't understand design, then don't talk!"
Zhong Tingyue was silent for two or three seconds, then said softly, "Mom, do you really want to discuss the design with me?"
Chu's mother let out a soft "ah".
She then remembered that the "bad woman" was actually a very talented interior design master.
Even so, Chu's mother still held her own, discussing interior design with Zhong Tingyue. The latter explained how to decorate, while the former refused without hesitation.
You can say whatever you want, I'm not listening.
Knowing that Chu Fang was tired after a long day, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law didn't say much and ended the call.
Chu Fang fell asleep immediately, and when he woke up, it was already dawn.
When Chu Fang's maternal grandmother saw him, she said, "There's rice in the pot."
He went to the kitchen, where there was a pot of steaming sweet potato porridge.
Sweet potatoes, also known as yams, are a common food in Chengdu and are often used to cook porridge.
Chu Fang scooped up a bowl of sweet potato porridge, added some pickled vegetables on top, and then squatted down at the door to eat.
With each spoonful, the sweetness of the sweet potato bursts on the tongue, soft and glutinous, the rice grains cooked to perfection, each one plump and full. The two blend together, delicate and smooth, each bite a simple yet satisfying enjoyment.
"Hey, having breakfast?" My old classmate Wang Fa drove by, craning his neck. "Sweet potato porridge? Is it really that bad?"
"There's nothing I can do, I'm bankrupt," Chu Fang sighed. "Lend me some money."
"Okay." Wang Fa took out a red envelope and handed it to Chu Fang. "For the sake of being old classmates, you don't need to pay it back. Just remember my kindness."
Chu Fang accepted the red envelope, opened it directly, and found it empty. He then turned to look at Wang Fa.
Wang Fa said earnestly, "It contains my heartfelt blessings for your marriage."
Wang Fa chuckled and then drove away.
Chu Fang was speechless: "What kind of friends have I made? Not a single one of them is any good!"
He squatted at the doorway to eat, and soon neighbors gathered around, all holding their porridge, eating and chatting at the same time.
Chu Fang didn't know how it was in other places, but in their small town, everyone could make a living and move around the neighborhood.
"Xiao Fang, can I ask you for a favor?" a neighbor said after hesitating for a moment.
"Uncle, just say it."
"I heard your wedding cars are all Rolls-Royces. Can I drive one on your wedding day?" The neighbor's eyes were full of anticipation.
No man can resist a luxury car.
"If something goes wrong, can you afford to pay for it?"
"Yeah, so you still want to drive a Rolls-Royce? I've set it up for you, haven't I?"
"That's what the neighbors in the area said."
Chu Fang nodded: "Sure, it's okay if we bump into each other, we have insurance anyway."
"Xiao Fang, I really like you so much, why aren't you my son?" The neighbor next door was overjoyed. "Why don't you come and be my son?"
Chu Fang: "..."
This was the first time he had ever encountered someone who helped another person and then had to become that person's son.
Does that mean I have a son's face?
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