night.
Chu Fang was bored, so he busied himself in the kitchen and made a hot pot.
He placed the hot pot in the living room, sat directly on the floor, and ate the piping hot pot while watching a melodramatic and boring TV series. He was sweating profusely, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. He felt particularly comfortable in this environment.
He deliberately didn't turn on the air conditioner, but instead opened the window to let the hot air rush into the room.
Summer and hot pot are a match made in heaven; cold air would only ruin that atmosphere.
After eating hot pot, I felt like I was soaking in a steamer, covered in sweat.
He tidied up the kitchen waste and then headed to the bathroom.
I took a quick shower and felt incredibly refreshed.
As he was drying his hair and walking out of the bathroom, his cell phone suddenly rang in his ears.
He glanced at the contact name on his phone, raised an eyebrow slightly, and answered the call: "Mom."
"Don't call me Mom." A clear and gentle voice, tinged with a hint of pride, said, "I'm not old yet."
Chu Fang casually sat down on the sofa and smiled, "Mom, how are you feeling?"
"Okay," Chu's mother replied, but then her tone shifted, sounding aggrieved, "I just don't know why, but I keep losing at mahjong lately. I keep getting the suit I'm missing; I just drew five of bamboo and then another five of bamboo. It's been days, and I haven't drawn a single suit of pure one suit..."
Chu's mother chattered on like a little bird, recounting her experiences over the past few days.
Although Chu's mother didn't lose much, only a few dozen or a hundred, it still caused her distress and helplessness. She couldn't eat or sleep, and a few more strands of her hair turned white.
After all, she had rarely experienced such a dark moment in her life.
Chu's mother was the only child of her maternal grandparents and received all the love and care from her parents. After she got married, Chu's father also treated her like his precious darling, cherishing her dearly. Chu Fang also made her proud.
It could be said that Chu's mother never experienced hardship in her life.
Therefore, the dark experiences of the past few days dealt her a heavy blow, plunging her into a period of setbacks.
Chu Fang listened to his mother's nagging and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Do you think I've been having a run of bad luck lately?" Chu's mother recounted her experiences and emotional fluctuations for about ten minutes, ultimately attributing her recent experiences to bad luck. "Maybe I should go to the temple to offer incense tomorrow."
“I think it’s a good idea,” Chu Fang replied.
“You say it’s okay? Then I’m not going.” Chu’s mother retorted defiantly, “I’m too lazy to go.”
“... ..."
Chu Fang could only peel the peach while trying to comfort his mother, saying things like: "The Bodhisattva will protect you; regardless of whether it's feudal superstition or not, it's never wrong to believe; just consider it as helping me with the worship..." In the end, Chu's mother agreed.
He had no other thoughts; he just wanted his mother to go out and relax, hoping that her luck would return after the memorial service.
Anyway, Chu's mother had nothing to do all day.
The mother and son talked about the mahjong incident for half an hour before it was finally Chu Fang's father, Chu Gao's, turn.
"Dad, please try to talk some more into Mom's life," Chu Fang said.
Chu Gao turned around and saw his wife lying on the bed with cucumber slices on her face, taking care of her skin. Her mouth was slightly open, and the cucumber slices fell directly into her mouth. She chewed them carefully and suddenly became happy.
There wasn't a trace of sadness on her face.
"Don't worry, I'm here." Chu Gao looked at his wife, his eyes filled with tenderness. "How are you doing in Shanghai?"
"I'm fine, don't worry."
"How's work?"
"It's passable."
How are you feeling?
"No problem."
"..." Chu Gao fell silent, and the casual conversation between the two suddenly came to an awkward halt.
Like all father-son relationships, Chu Fang and Chu Gao didn't have many topics to talk about. Apart from exchanging pleasantries about each other's health, all other conversations revolved around Chu's mother.
After much effort, Chu Gao finally found a topic to talk about: "There's no need to buy anything for the family, they have everything they need."
Having obtained the "cheat code," Chu Fang didn't know how to tell his family. He couldn't very well say that he had a "cheat code," so he kept it a secret from his family until he could legitimize his assets.
Therefore, he often buys skincare products, cosmetics, fishing rods, and other similar items for the family. Chu Gao, considering that his son had just started working and would have many expenses, told him not to buy those items.
"I see."
They verbally agreed, but the Chu side believed that they should still buy what they needed to buy.
Although his family was well-off and his parents were not short of money or those things, those things were just a small token of his appreciation.
After they finished answering, silence fell over the receivers again.
"Hey, give me the phone." Chu's mother, finally finishing the cucumber on her face, rolled her eyes at the father and son. This house would collapse without her. She sat up and said to Chu Fang:
"Oh, right, honey, you know Aunt Li, right? Oh yes, Mom's best friend. Her daughter is also in Shanghai, studying at university. I'll send you her WeChat. Please look after her. Let me tell you, that girl is incredibly beautiful and charming, absolutely stunning. If I were a guy, I'd want to marry her..."
"... ... " Chu Fang smiled helplessly, "Okay, I'll treat her to dinner."
He understood what his mother was thinking.
He wanted to refuse, saying that he already had someone he loved, but considering that he and Zhong Tingyue were just ordinary friends, there was no point in saying it.
If failing to catch Zhong Tingyue would disappoint the two elders, then the matter was suppressed.
"I can't just treat people to meals; I also have to take them shopping, to movies, and to driving... never mind."
“... ..."
What a progressive mother.
"Mom, are you really not afraid that I'll offend your best friend? What if something happens? How will you live in town after this?" Chu Fang thought to himself.
Hearing Chu Fang agree so readily, Chu's mother was overjoyed.
The Chu family is about to flourish.
They chatted for about an hour, with Chu's mother doing most of the talking and Chu Fang listening, occasionally replying, "Yes, that's right, I understand."
After hanging up the phone, his mother immediately sent a WeChat message to his best friend's daughter, instructing him to treat her well and not to make any mistakes.
Chu Fang added the other party on WeChat, chatted briefly, and agreed to have dinner together the next day.
... ...
The town was quiet late at night.
The bedroom was bathed in a dim, yellow light.
Chu's mother pushed Chu Gao onto the bed and, by the dim light, applied makeup to her husband's face. Looking at his face, which still had traces of his youth, she couldn't help but marvel: "Wow, my goodness, where did you buy these cosmetics? Ever since you used them, you look decades younger."
“You’re different.” Chu Gao smiled slightly. “You’re young and beautiful even without makeup.”
"Hehe." Chu's mother's face was filled with a bright smile. "There's nothing I can do about it, I'm naturally beautiful."
He paused, then, as if remembering something, asked, "By the way, do you think Guai Guai and that girl have a chance?"
“It’s difficult.” Chu Gao thought for a moment. “Nowadays, girls are very materialistic. Our son has neither a house nor a car. He’s just a recent graduate working a regular job. Few girls would even look at him.”
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