Chapter 091 Chaos at the Zhou Family

Jiang Yiqing was playing with Naiqiu when he heard a knock on the door. He called Wen Xiuyan: "Xiuyan, go open the door."

Wen Xiuyan curled his lips, put the computer aside, and stood up to open the door.

"Hi..." Outside the door, Mi Yan saw the door open and waved to say hello, and just as she said it, she saw Wen Xiuyan.

Mi Yan: OO

Wen Xiuyan: "Are you looking for Yiqing?"

"Yes, I... We are sending Master Jiang an invitation for the engagement banquet." Mi Yan was inexplicably a little scared and waved the invitation in her hand.

Wen Xiuyan then realized that Jiao Yiren was also beside him and smiled at him.

They were going to get engaged, and there was no threat. Wen Xiuyan visibly relaxed, nodded at them, and made way for them to come in.

Jiang Yiqing took the invitation and looked at it, then smiled and said, "Congratulations, I will be there on time."

"Great, Master Jiang, I am so sorry for you this time." Mi Yan looked at Jiang Yiqing with stars in her eyes.

Wen Xiuyan glanced at her and moved closer to Jiang Yiqing.

Mi Yan: "..." I have no extravagant thoughts about Master Jiang, I just look at him with admiration!

"Even if I wasn't here, Ms. Jiang and the others would have come." Jiang Yiqing was very humble.

"No, even if they could have come, the old woman wouldn't have left so easily at that time, and she might have even spread rumors about me." Mi Yan rarely disrespected her elders so much, but who made Niu Chun hate her? Calling her an old woman was considered polite.

"Yes, if it wasn't for Master Jiang, I would definitely feel uncomfortable for a long time." Jiao Yiren said seriously.

Mi Yan coughed lightly, a little embarrassed.

The invitations were delivered. Mi Yan glanced at Wen Xiuyan, who had a strong presence, and pulled Jiao Yiren up: "Well, let's go. We don't want to be light bulbs anymore."

After that, the two hurried away.

Jiang Yiqing turned his head and looked at Wen Xiuyan, who was sitting upright and pretending to be natural and turned his head to look at him and said: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yiqing raised his eyebrows: "What did she say light bulb just now?"

Wen Xiuyan said seriously: "She may have an accent when she speaks, and I don't know where her dialect is."

Jiang Yiqing: "..." Puff.

Wen Xiuyan coughed lightly and talked about business: "What does Yiqing want to eat for lunch?"

Recently, the two of them have not made much progress. Wen Xiuyan was not anxious yet, but his mother was anxious and urged him: "You are so slow, when can I hold my grandson!"

Wen Xiuyan was silent for a while: "We can't have children."

Wen's mother patted her head: "Oh, I got the line wrong, but your progress is too slow, be careful that someone else will get there first."

This sentence reminded Wen Xiuyan of Aunt Mi who wanted to introduce a person to Jiang Yiqing, and the alarm bells rang instantly.

After thinking for a long time, he opened the Chasing Guide compiled by Wen's mother again.

Article ×× of the Chasing Guide: To capture a man's heart, you must capture his stomach...

Wen Xiuyan nodded. He found that Yiqing likes to eat, so this rule is useful.

He continued to read on, ... cook him a delicious meal by himself, and capture the stomach of his beloved!

Seeing this, Wen Xiuyan frowned, took a screenshot of this message, and sent it to his mother: "I can't cook."

Wen's mother was playing mahjong, and when she saw the message, she angrily slammed the table: "Wooden, you are not flexible at all!"

The other three were startled by her sudden action and patted their chests: "No, we thought you were going to win."

"What are you talking about?" Wen's mother typed while saying: "Wait a minute, I'll reply to my son."

"Your youngest son?" When she heard Wen's mother say wooden or something, she must be Wen Junrong.

"What? My eldest son!" Wen's mother looked disappointed.

The other three: "..."

What are you talking about? Is Wen Xiuyan related to the word "wooden"? If the other party is a wooden man, their son would have thrown him directly!

Oh, you said he was chasing someone, that's fine.

No,... Chasing someone? Who is that person that Wen Xiuyan needs to work so hard to chase? Everyone was muttering in their hearts, and the one who was originally planning to inquire for his niece immediately gave up.

On the other hand, Wen Xiuyan saw the message from Wen's mother: "If you can't cook, you can learn, which will show your sincerity!"

Wen Xiuyan certainly did not forget about it, he was mainly worried that the food he cooked would cause problems for Yiqing.

So, in the past two days, he has been secretly practicing in the kitchen while Jiang Yiqing was live streaming.

Because his arm was inconvenient, he didn't try to be brave, and used the already cut vegetables.

The first time he cooked it, it was burnt, the second time there was too little oil and it stained the bottom, the third time there was a little more oil, but it was edible, until the fourth and fifth times, it seemed to be no problem at all.

So, Wen Xiuyan finally asked this question confidently: "What does Yiqing want to eat?"

In fact, he had learned how to cook the dishes that Jiang Yiqing liked in advance. The two of them had been together for so long, how could he not know what the other person liked to eat?

Jiang Yiqing didn't realize at this time that Wen Xiuyan wanted to cook for himself. He touched his chin and, as expected, reported a few dishes that Wen Xiuyan had learned recently.

Wen Xiuyan was in a good mood because he knew Yiqing very well. Do those who like Yiqing understand Yiqing? Do they know what dishes Yiqing likes to eat? Ha.

"Okay." Wen Xiuyan responded and got up to go to the kitchen.

Jiang Yiqing realized then: "You want to cook it yourself?"

Wen Xiuyan smiled and nodded, taking out the cut vegetables that had just been delivered.

Jiang Yiqing glanced at Wen Xiuyan's arm: "..."

How to say it, he still has a conscience.

However, Wen Xiuyan insisted on doing it, so Jiang Yiqing had to let him do it with a guilty conscience.

"You can also cook?" Jiang Yiqing looked at Wen Xiuyan with curiosity as he heated the pan and greased it.

Wen Xiuyan paused and nodded, but he was too embarrassed to say that he had only recently learned it.

Wen Xiuyan started cooking, and the kitchen was a bit noisy, and he couldn't talk, so Jiang Yiqing had to go back to the living room.

He glanced at the seat where he was originally sitting, moved his buttocks, and changed his position. When he looked up, he could see Wen Xiuyan through the glass of the kitchen.

Jiang Yiqing curled his lips. Wen Xiuyan is an all-rounder.

The other party is not wearing an apron... Jiang Yiqing's thoughts were drifting. Suddenly, his face was a little hot. He felt that he was a little indecent. The picture that just appeared in his mind was Wen Xiuyan without clothes and wearing an apron.

Jiang Yiqing looked at Wen Xiuyan again, feeling a little guilty. He sat upright and moved his buttocks, as if there were thorns on the sofa. Finally, he moved back to his original position silently with a guilty conscience. He

could no longer see Wen Xiuyan, and finally relaxed a little.

Well, it must be that Wen Xiuyan has a great figure. He was just admiring him. Yes... admiring him, without any other thoughts.

Wen Xiuyan was cooking seriously, not knowing that if he turned his head, he would see Jiang Yiqing with a blushing face.

After a while, Wen Xiuyan looked at the dishes that were carefully arranged and looked good, and asked Jiang Yiqing to eat with a little nervousness.

Jiang Yiqing, who had adjusted his expression, walked to the kitchen with his hands behind his back and said flatteringly: "I didn't realize that you are such a good cook."

Wen Xiuyan curled his lips calmly and said reservedly: "Fortunately, they are all home-cooked dishes."

Jiang Yiqing followed him and served the dishes: "That's not bad."

The two sat down, and Jiang Yiqing looked at the table full of his favorite dishes, hesitated for a moment, took out his mobile phone, and took a photo.

Wen Xiuyan couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth, and didn't urge him. He just watched Jiang Yiqing take the photo and admired it.

When Jiang Yiqing raised his head and found Wen Xiuyan looking at him, he coughed lightly and touched his nose. To

be honest, this was the first time someone cooked for him. The old man had cooked before, but his cooking skills were not good enough.

Jiang Yiqing silently complained about his master, hoping that the old man didn't sneeze.

Pangpang rolled his eyes as he watched from the side. What's wrong with the human cub? He was so slow to eat. If he had the time, the pig king would have finished eating.

The human cub should be thankful that they were not eating at the same table. His

leg was suddenly poked. Pangpang subconsciously stretched out his hoof and pushed his milk ball. The milk ball immediately rolled into a white ball and was pushed far away.

After a while, the milk ball turned around and walked over dizzy and poked Pangpang's leg again.

Fatty: “…” What a hassle!

But it was still very honest, pushing the milk ball to play again.

Here, Jiang Yiqing picked up the chopsticks first under Wen Xiuyan’s expectant gaze, hesitating which dish to pick up first.

Finally, he decided to pick up the stir-fried potato shreds that were closest to him. The potato shreds were cut very finely. With a light bite, the slightly sour and crisp taste exploded in the mouth. This was the taste of Jiang Yiqing’s favorite stir-fried potato shreds.

He didn’t like the kind that was fried soft and rotten, this kind of crispness was just right.

Wen Xiuyan was a little nervous, like a primary school student waiting for the teacher to read the paper. He couldn’t help but sit up straight and clenched his fingers nervously.

Until Jiang Yiqing smiled and said, "Sure, I didn't expect you to cook so deliciously, Xiuyan, you are simply a hexagonal warrior."

Tsk tsk, I haven't found anything that Wen Xiuyan can't do.

Wen Xiuyan relaxed, this time he obviously curled his lips, and said reservedly, "No way."

Just as he was about to say something else, the doorbell rang suddenly, and Wen Xiuyan stood up with a smile to open the door.

Outside the door, Wen Junrong had already thought about how to question his brother. Humph, he actually used the excuse of being injured to secretly live in his idol's house.

It's simply a moral degradation and a distortion of human nature!

Why didn't you call him along! Let him stay alone in school, smelling his roommate's smelly feet, listening to his roommate snoring and grinding his teeth in the middle of the night, he is simply too miserable.

Wen Junrong simply got angrier and angrier the more he thought about it, his face was full of rage.

The door was finally opened, and Wen Junrong saw his brother with a big smile on his face and a surly look.

He was immediately startled and took a step back: "Oh my god, you are possessed by something dirty again!"

Wen Xiuyan: "..."

His smile immediately withered, and he frowned and said: "What are you doing here?"

"Huh..." Seeing Wen Xiuyan return to normal, Wen Junrong patted his chest: "That's right, you were like that just now, I thought you were possessed by a ghost, it was so scary."

Wen Xiuyan: "..."

He really didn't want to talk to his stupid brother.

"How dare you ask me, you actually secretly moved into my idol's house under the pretext of being injured! You are so scheming, my idol is so miserable, he was fooled by you." Wen Junrong started to commit suicide again.

Wen Xiuyan didn't say anything, thinking silently about the possibility of sending his brother to a farther place.

"Oh, you're pretending to be injured." Wen Junrong looked at Wen Xiuyan's arm, which was fixed with plaster, and laughed wildly with his hands on his waist. He stretched out his hand to poke his arm, which was stiff: "No way, you actually put on a plaster cast for acting. Hahaha, brother, you are really too cunning, you are really amazing."

Wen Xiuyan closed his eyes, and immediately crossed out the names of places in China, and set his sights on foreign countries.

"Brother, there is no need to pretend in front of me, right?" Wen Junrong snorted, and then wanted to reach out and pat the plaster on Wen Xiuyan's arm, but the other party dodged it.

Jiang Yiqing's voice came from the room: "Xiu Yan, why haven't you come in yet? Who is coming?"

Wen Xiu Yan glared at Wen Junrong and turned his head and said, "The insurance salesman is coming."

After that, he stretched out his hand to close the door.

Wen Junrong saw that this was not going to work. He had finally come here, how could he be turned away? He immediately stretched out his hands and pushed the door with all his strength to stop Wen Xiu Yan from closing the door.

He thought that with both of his hands, Wen Xiu Yan would be able to push the door open easily, but he didn't expect that Wen Xiu Yan's strength was so great. Wen Junrong's face turned red from the force he exerted. Seeing that the door was about to close, he immediately shouted, "Idol, it's me, my brother is trying to murder his own brother!"

After a moment, Wen Junrong sat down at the dining table with satisfaction, and Wen Xiu Yan looked at him with a dark face.

Wen Junrong even complained: "My idol, my brother is too fierce."

Jiang Yiqing turned to look at Wen Xiuyan, who immediately softened his expression.

Wen Junrong was amazed and said, "Brother, you should go and perform face-changing, you can definitely make a lot of money."

Wen Xiuyan's forehead twitched, he picked up a glass of water and took a sip: "I regret it very much."

"Regret what?" Wen Junrong asked subconsciously.

Wen Xiuyan: "When mom was pregnant with you, she was going to abort the baby, I regret not supporting her."

Wen Junrong: "..."

Jiang Yiqing was almost dying of laughter at their conversation, he coughed lightly, secretly patted Wen Xiuyan, and gave him the water in front of him: "Your brother is young, don't bother with him."

Wen Xiuyan glanced at Wen Junrong, who was already twenty years old: "..."

However, he lowered his eyes to look at the water in front of him, took a sip, and felt that it was a bit sweet.

With one sentence, Wen Xiuyan's complexion immediately improved.

Wen Junrong was amazed, is this still his brother who likes to change his face?

He looked at the dishes on the table and rubbed his hands: "Just right, I'm hungry, brother, go get me a pair of chopsticks, I want to eat too."

Jiang Yiqing stood up: "I'll go." "

Oh, I'm so sorry." Wen Junrong said sorry, but he looked very embarrassed.

After a while, Wen Junrong took a big bite of the dish and said happily: "I haven't eaten home-cooked food for a long time. I have to say, it's delicious. Idol, did you make this? You are really amazing, chef!"

Jiang Yiqing glanced at Wen Xiuyan who had no expression on his face, and smiled: "No, this was made by your brother."

"Ah? My brother can't cook at all." Wen Junrong dropped his jaw in shock, stunned, and suspected that Jiang Yiqing was joking.

Jiang Yiqing raised an eyebrow and glanced at Wen Xiuyan who was pretending to be natural: "Really? He may have just learned it recently."

Wen Junrong did not ask any more questions. There was no way. His brother had been quite strange recently, and it was not surprising that he suddenly learned to cook.

Fortunately, Wen Xiuyan wanted to show off himself, so he cooked a lot of dishes, and it was enough to add Wen Junrong.

After dinner, Wen Xiuyan and Jiang Yiqing cleaned up the table. The former looked at Wen Junrong who was touching his belly like a master and didn't move, and kicked him directly.

"Oh my god, brother, what are you doing." Wen Junrong covered his butt in panic.

"You don't have hands?" Wen Xiuyan said coldly.

Wen Junrong immediately shrank his neck, stood up to clean up, and defended himself: "Well... I just thought the dish was so delicious, so I savored it."

He also flattered Wen Xiuyan calmly, but the latter was unmoved.

"Clean up the kitchen." Wen Xiuyan stopped Jiang Yiqing who was about to wash the dishes. Is Yiqing's hands used to wash dishes?

Jiang Yiqing wanted to say something, but Wen Xiuyan said, "Let him do it."

Jiang Yiqing: "..." Okay.

It's better for him not to interfere when educating his younger brother.

However, Jiang Yiqing still asked Wen Junrong, who was standing in a daze in front of the dirty dishes, "Xiao Wen, can you wash it?"

It's no wonder that Jiang Yiqing asked this question, because Wen Junrong's eyes were too dull.

When Wen Junrong heard this, he knew that he couldn't leave a useless image in front of his idol, so he immediately said, "I can."

Seeing that Wen Junrong really knew how to wash dishes, Jiang Yiqing felt relieved.

In the living room, Jiang Yiqing glanced at Wen Xiuyan's face and poked him: "You are not really angry, are you?"

Wen Xiuyan looked at the place where he was poked and curled his lips: "No, if you are angry with him, you will never stop being angry."

Jiang Yiqing felt a little sad when he heard this?

"Watch TV, the drama should be updated." Jiang Yiqing found that Wen Xiuyan likes watching TV recently. Even when he is working, if he finds that he wants to watch TV, he will immediately sit down and watch it with him.

Wen Xiuyan nodded.

In fact, he doesn't like watching TV.

After turning on the TV, Jiang Yiqing soon became absorbed in watching it. Wen Xiuyan was paying attention to the plot on TV so that he wouldn't be unable to respond when Jiang Yiqing was discussing with him. On the other hand, he was always paying attention to Jiang Yiqing.

Sure enough, after a while, Jiang Yiqing changed from sitting upright to sitting cross-legged on the sofa. At first, his body was straight, but after a while, he hugged a pillow and his body became crooked. Finally, he half leaned on Wen Xiuyan.

Wen Xiuyan curled his lips and looked at Jiang Yiqing's nervous expression because of the change in the plot. He wanted to laugh.

How could he be so cute?

Before Wen Xiuyan had time to enjoy the beauty of this moment, Wen Junrong came out of the kitchen, shouting: "I have completed the task perfectly. I have washed it. Idol, do you want to check it?"

Jiang Yiqing sat up straight and waved his hand after hearing this: "No, thank you for your hard work, Xiao Wen. Come and watch TV with me."

"Okay, okay."

Wen Xiuyan looked at Jiang Yiqing who was walking away from him, and his lips were pursed into a straight line.

However, what made him even more angry was still to come.

Wen Junrong sat on the other side of Jiang Yiqing and looked at the TV: "Wa Qu, Idol, you are watching this too, this sentence is very popular recently."

Then, the two of them stared at the TV screen nervously together, and sometimes discussed excitedly. Jiang Yiqing never leaned on Wen Xiuyan again, but huddled together with Wen Junrong, muttering.

Wen Xiuyan's teeth were about to break. He realized that he was wrong. Even though Wen Junrong had made him angry many times, he was still very angry now.

Wen Junrong felt that he had shortened the distance between himself and his idol. After watching two episodes of the TV series, Jiang Yiqing hurried to the live broadcast, while Wen Junrong was strolling around.

"You should leave." Wen Xiuyan reminded him.

"No, I don't want to leave." Wen Junrong didn't see his brother's mood, and said with his hands behind his back: "Brother, do you think if I tell my idol that I want to stay at his place, will he agree?"

"There's no place to sleep." Wen Xiuyan glanced at him.

"Who said that? Your room will do." Wen Junrong said shamelessly.

Wen Xiuyan almost laughed out of anger and looked at him: "Do you want to die?"

Wen Junrong shrank his neck: "I was just joking, it's no big deal. Then I can sleep on the sofa. I think this sofa is pretty good, better than the dormitory. Those people's feet are like nuclear weapons, and they snore and grind their teeth. I haven't slept well for a long time."

Wen Xiuyan thought of his dead pig-like sleep and didn't quite believe it. He got up and opened the door: "Now, immediately, go."

"I won't!" Wen Junrong was like a big naughty child.

Wen Xiuyan moved his wrist: "I can beat you with one arm."

"How can you do this, I want to sue me with an idol!" Wen Junrong hugged himself. After exhaling ,