038. Face is not as important as money.
For five years, Huo Yanxi and Doubao have relied on each other for survival, but their relationship has also been one of love and hate.
They were both pathetic creatures that Chi Xiaoman didn't want.
In this respect, they share the same plight.
However, Huo Yanxi didn't like Doubao; he only liked Chi Xiaoman.
Occasionally, when he recalls how kind Chi Xiaoman was to Doubao, which diverted his affection from him, he can't help but kick Doubao a few times.
Doubao is old and never argues with naughty kids.
And now.
It could smell its owner's scent, but Huo Yanxi was unaware that the person in front of him was the one he loved.
It whimpered and feigned grievance, its eyes filled with disdain for Huo Yanxi.
You're so devoted, yet you can't even recognize your own wife. No wonder you're single.
Doubaotuan stood at Xie Yaoyao's feet, occasionally stretching its head to sniff her scent.
As if to confirm that this was not a dream and that its owner had finally returned, it lay back down and whimpered.
Xie Yaoyao distributed the chopsticks in her hand to Huo Yanxi and Xie Ziyu, and then sat down on the plastic stool.
The living room was cramped and had only two chairs, which Huo Yanxi and Xie Ziyu each occupied.
She could only sit on a plastic stool.
Besides three bowls of noodle porridge, there were also scallion pancakes and a bowl of kimchi on the table.
Xie Yaoyao noticed that Huo Yanxi was staring at the bland soup in his bowl and hadn't touched his chopsticks.
She smiled awkwardly, "You just had your stomach pumped, so you shouldn't eat solid food. That's why I specially served you rice porridge, which won't put any extra strain on your stomach."
Huo Yanxi wasn't upset because he only got a bowl of rice porridge, but because the taste of the rice porridge brought back a familiar feeling for him.
Grandma Chi loved to eat porridge made with dough dumplings. Countless mornings, he would wake up to the warm, fragrant aroma of these dough dumplings.
He looked up and stared at Xie Yaoyao, trying to find Chi Xiaoman's shadow in her.
Xie Yaoyao was startled by his undisguised gaze and waved her hand in front of his eyes.
"Mr. Huo, what's wrong? Don't you like noodle soup? But your current condition only allows you to drink soup."
He can't even drink oily soup, as it will worsen the burden on his stomach.
Huo Yanxi clenched his fists at his sides, his dark, deep eyes fixed on her. "Why did you cook this?"
"Because we're poor, Lao Deng. If you don't want to eat, go outside. You think you're right to freeload?"
Xie Ziyu ate half a bowl of porridge in one go, and then ate two egg pancakes.
Hearing Huo Yanxi rambling on and on, and his mother trying to soothe him like a child, he got angry.
Xie Yaoyao was at her wits' end. "Yubao, you can't be rude."
The man in front of them is their lucky charm. Whether they can live in a sunroom in the future depends on whether he is willing to let a little bit of money slip through his fingers.
Xie Ziyu snorted coldly, turning his face away, unwilling to look at Huo Yanxi's face.
If it weren't for the fact that the red line above his head only had his mother's picture on it, he wouldn't have allowed him to enter the house and take advantage of him.
Xie Yaoyao felt a little flustered under Huo Yanxi's gaze. "I learned it from watching food videos. Yubao loves to eat it."
She dared not say that she had been eating this food since she was a child, for fear that Huo Yanxi would suspect her identity.
Xie Ziyu had a large piece of dough in his mouth, which he slurped into his mouth. He said arrogantly, "Yes, it's what I love to eat. Mommy made it especially for me."
Huo Yanxi suddenly loosened his clenched fist, a faint sense of loss rising in his heart.
The child in front of me looked to be about six or seven years old, and he was almost a carbon copy of Xie Yaoyao.
If Xie Yaoyao is Chi Xiaoman, the child's age doesn't match.
If Xie Ziyu were his child, he wouldn't be six or seven years old already. If Xie Ziyu were Chi Xiaoman's child with another man, he would be at most four years old.
Therefore, Xie Yaoyao cannot be Chi Xiaoman.
As for Pei Yan's talk of some kind of ghostly soul-transmigration, he didn't believe it at all.
If he believes it, it means that Chi Xiaoman is no longer in this world.
How could he accept such a cruel truth?
Huo Yanxi lowered his eyes, picked up the bowl and took a sip of the noodle soup. The familiar taste assaulted his taste buds.
His eyes welled up, and he almost burst into tears.
Familiar noodle soup, familiar egg pancakes, familiar dreamcatchers, familiar steamed buns...
Except for Xie Yaoyao and her son.
He felt like he was back in the boathouse of a small fishing village.
That afternoon, he was doing his homework on the wooden steps of the boathouse.
Chi Xiaoman crept over and suddenly placed a bright red tulip on his book.
He looked up at her, and she, who was usually very outgoing, became a little shy.
"This is for you. I secretly picked Grandma's favorite flower. Don't let Grandma find out."
Before she could finish speaking, Granny Chi's furious voice came from outside.
"Chi Xiaoman, you brat, you picked my flowers again! I'll beat you to death today!"
"Oh no, my grandma found out! Quick, hide the flowers! I'm outta here!" Chi Xiaoman jumped up and ran.
Grandma Chi rushed in with a broom, and Chi Xiaoman was chased all over the yard, causing chaos and confusion.
His life was once so exciting, but now all that remains is devastation.
Xie Yaoyao was unaware of the complex and vicissitudes of Huo Yanxi's state of mind at that moment; she was silently drinking her porridge with her head down.
In fact, people's habits are quite terrifying.
For example, noodle porridge and egg pancakes.
These were the foods she once thought she would get tired of eating, but after her grandmother suddenly passed away, she could no longer enjoy them.
Although she can make it and replicate 90% of the flavor, it will never taste the same as the one her grandmother used to make.
When she thinks of her maternal grandmother, she thinks of the seventh anniversary of her grandmother's death.
In recent years, she has gone back to pay her respects to her maternal grandmother in advance on the anniversary of her death, just to avoid running into Huo Yanxi.
Now that her grandmother's seventh death anniversary is approaching, she is determined to go back no matter what.
Fortunately, the anniversary of her death was in September, by which time school had already started, and she had moved out of Huo Yanxi's house.
After finishing breakfast, Xie Yaoyao tidied up the kitchen, dragged out her suitcase, and packed a few clothes inside.
This is her second time being imprisoned; who knows when she'll be kicked out again.
So she didn't pack much; she only packed two sets of Xie Ziyu's clothes and toys.
As I came out with my suitcase, the atmosphere in the living room wasn't very good.
Even at 27, Huo Yanxi still doesn't know how to get along with people.
Xie Ziyu was playing with Doubao in his toy area, building blocks, while Huo Yanxi occupied the entire sofa by himself.
The two people and the dog kept to themselves, each minding their own business.
When Xie Ziyu saw Xie Yaoyao come out carrying a suitcase, he put down Doubao and ran over.
"Mommy, do we really have to go to Old Deng's house?"
They were kicked out by that fierce old lady yesterday, it would be too embarrassing for them to go back now.
Xie Yaoyao also knew she had lost face.
In the adult world, sometimes money is more important than face.
Huo Yanxi offered her three million yuan as payment. Unless she didn't want the money, she would finish the job no matter how difficult it was.
"Well, if you take someone's money, you have to do their bidding. Once I finish these two months, I won't go no matter if the Emperor himself comes to invite me."
Xie Yaoyao was afraid that Huo Yanxi would hear her, so she deliberately lowered her voice and spoke to Xie Ziyu.
Xie Ziyu hugged her tenderly, "Mommy, when I grow up, I will definitely earn lots and lots of money, and I will never let you suffer again."
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