Chapter 112: Mood
Chapter 112: Mood
In her younger years, Wang Jing was not prone to crying. She had a fiery and resolute personality. Even after arguing with her husband and mother-in-law, she could immediately go into the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles for her son and still be laughing and joking.
Which family doesn't argue? What's the big deal?
She wasn't afraid of these things when she was young, until Fang Junjun left, until Fang Yuenian spoke less and less at home, until she suddenly realized that she was a failed mother and that her family was a failure.
Fang Yuenian put his arm around Wang Jing's shoulder and felt tears falling onto his collar. He thought, there's always been one more person in this family.
It took a while to clean the main room.
The glass vase was badly shattered beyond repair, and the lucky bamboo had nowhere to go, so Fang Yuenian took it to a small ditch in the backyard and let it grow freely from then on.
After cleaning up, I checked the time and it was just past noon.
He then went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and found it full of vegetables and meat. Looking further down, he saw a lot of frozen ice cream at the bottom of the freezer, and he decisively took out a mung bean one.
His gaze returned to the refrigerator compartment, but he didn't know how to cook. After thinking for a long time, he only took out two eggs and a tomato, and then found noodles in the basket on top of the refrigerator.
Half an hour later, two bowls of noodles were cooked, and a mung bean popsicle was finished. My back was soaked with sweat, but it felt quite cool inside.
In the bedroom, Wang Jing lay on a bamboo mat facing the wall, while the fan spun relentlessly.
The master bedroom faces south, and the afternoon sun is scorching. Fang Yuenian stood at the door for a while, feeling the stuffy heat inside, and suddenly realized that she should make a bowl of cold noodles. But how do you make cold noodles? She didn't know. Oh well.
He went inside, put the noodles on the small coffee table, and turned on the air conditioner to cool it down.
Wang Jing was lying there half-asleep, but she wasn't really asleep. When she heard the noise, she turned over and saw that Fang Yuenian's shirt was half-wet, and then she saw the steaming noodles on the coffee table. She woke up immediately and quickly sat up, asking, "Niannian, what are you doing?"
Fang Yuenian took a breath of cool air from the vent, without turning around, and replied, "I've made noodles, Mom, you should try them."
Wang Jing's hair was still disheveled, and she was stunned.
She really didn't expect that her son would persuade her to go to her room to rest, while he himself went to prepare a bowl of noodles.
She had taken care of her child at home since he was little and rarely went into the kitchen. At most, she would cook some clear soup longevity noodles during the Lunar New Year. She was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. It was already late afternoon and she hadn't thought she was hungry, but when she saw the bowl of noodles, she suddenly felt a little hungry for no reason.
Fang Yuenian blew the wind through her hair, ruffled it a couple of times, and turned around to look at him: "Hmm? Why aren't you coming down to eat? My cooking isn't great, but I'm sure I can eat it anyway."
"Oh, okay..." Wang Jing belatedly realized, reaching for her slippers, "There's only one bowl. What about you? What are you eating?"
Fang Yuenian: "I ate an ice pop, so I don't want to eat dinner. It's too hot. I'll eat it tonight."
His expression was so natural that you couldn't tell any emotion from him.
Although Wang Jing was a little hesitant, she still said, "There's still watermelon in the fridge. Why don't you eat some to fill your stomach? Aren't you hungry?"
"I'm not hungry," Fang Yuenian said. "Mom, you eat. I'm going out. Leave the air conditioning on; it's too hot this afternoon."
Wang Jing pressed, "Where are you going?"
"Oh, Cheng Bing just told me that Sister Jun is back today. I'll go see her later."
Wang Jing froze again, her hand, which was about to pick up the chopsticks, stopped in mid-air.
Fang Yuenian gave her a faint smile and said, "I'm leaving."
However, he didn't go to the other side immediately. There was still a bowl of noodles in the kitchen. He was delayed for a while, and it looked like it was getting a bit soggy. Of course, the main reason was that Fang Yuenian's cooking skills were not good. The noodles were already almost soggy when they were taken out of the pot.
He picked up the noodles and went to Grandma Fang's.
He deliberately made his footsteps louder as he approached the door, and the sound of the television inside immediately stopped.
When he entered the room, he found Grandma Fang leaning against the headboard with her eyes closed, seemingly asleep, but she hadn't taken off her shoes and was still holding the TV in her hand.
Fang Yuenian went straight in, put down the bowl of noodles and chopsticks. The noise from her movements was not small, but Old Mrs. Fang was not woken up.
Fang Yue Nian let out a soft sigh, looked at her grandmother who was sleeping soundly, and said in a calm tone, "I just made noodles, let's eat them in a bit."
Grandma Fang slowly opened her eyes and timidly looked at her grandson.
Fang Yuenian had a hint of emotion in his eyes. After a while, he suddenly spoke up: "Grandma, Mom has always been good to you. You're getting old now, and your personality has changed. You two can actually get along well. I can tell you want to have a fight today."
After saying that, he felt that his tone was too gentle and unnecessary, so he silently let out a breath and continued, "Anyway, I'm very satisfied with my grades, and it's my own business where I go to university. As for Dad, I don't plan to care about him. I didn't know he had such high expectations of me, wanting me to be better than Cheng Bing. That's impossible. And don't even think about telling me what to do."
Grandma Fang's eyelids twitched violently, and she whispered, "Niannian, he is still your father. When you grow up, he will be afraid of you, and you will be able to control him."
“I can’t control that,” Fang Yuenian smiled, with a wicked sense of pleasure. “He’s your son too, and you can’t control him either. You know, he’s been having an affair with a female owner of a spicy vermicelli shop in town for quite a while now.”
Grandma Fang stared at him in horror: "You, how did you know? Who told you?"
“The shop next to that is owned by my classmate’s family. Everyone on the street knows that the divorced female boss has started dating someone and often goes to help out. But Grandpa has retired, and none of you go to town, so he thought he was keeping it a secret,” Fang Yuenian said casually. “Didn’t he want to invest in someone’s shop before? I think this is a good idea. He can just divorce my mom first.”
"No, no, no!" Old Mrs. Fang hurriedly got out of bed. "Niannian, you can't tell your mother about this. Your parents can't get a divorce!"
Fang Yuenian smiled again, "My mom is in this house, so I'm here too. You and Grandpa will have someone to take care of you. After I go out to study, I won't care if my dad messes around outside. But if he acts up at home and upsets my mom again, I'll definitely break this family up. Anyway, we're used to being a disgrace to our family."
Grandma Fang, as if she were just meeting her eldest grandson, took a few quick breaths and said, "I'll handle it, and your grandfather will take care of him too. Niannian, you must study hard; you are our hope..."
Fang Yuenian didn't want to say anything more. He threw down the words, "Don't mention Sister Jun in front of my mom. If she gets angry and really hits someone, everyone will definitely suffer."
After saying that, he walked out.
He made do with lunch for the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and then Fang Yuenian didn't stay at home. At this time of day, everyone in the village stayed home to escape the heat, so he put on his earphones and strolled leisurely to the carpenter's shop.
Cheng Bing was watching TV at home when she received his text message.
The front and back doors of the house were closed, and the air conditioner completely blocked out the summer heat. A straw mat was laid on the living room floor. Lin Guohui listened to the TV in a drowsy state. Cheng Qiuyan was embroidering a cross-stitch of a little dog, saying it was for Cheng Xiaoxiao. After moving to a new place, Cheng Xiaoxiao was very interested in cleaning up the house so that it could be framed in a fashionable way and hung up. Cheng Junjun was learning with great enthusiasm and offered to embroider half of it herself.
"Don't poke your hand!" Cheng Qiuyan laughed and scolded. "This thing is too small, it'll hurt your eyes. Aren't you already nearsighted by 100 degrees? Stop doing these things."
Cheng Junjun drawled out her words in a coquettish tone: "It's okay, I'll just embroider a little bit each day."
Cheng Qiuyan found it amusing: "What's so fun about this? Your sister might not even want it. It's a bit old-fashioned. It's fine to hang it in a rural home, but it doesn't look right in the city."
"Where did you say that?" Cheng Junjun quickly said, "When we install a frame, it will look really nice against the desk. Mom, the two little dogs you chose are also cute and not old-fashioned at all. Unlike the Eight Horses painting that I saw at Aunt Cuihong's house during the New Year, which stunned me. I estimate it must be at least three meters tall."
Cheng Qiuyan laughed so hard she bent over. “Everyone who sees this says that it would be better to sell it to a bigger restaurant or furniture store. It would look much more impressive. It doesn’t look right in our ordinary homes.”
Hearing this, Lin Guohui interjected, "Did she sell it?"
"I can't bear to part with it. She spent a year embroidering those eight horses, and her eyes were almost ruined from it."
"Haha, anyway, I felt like I entered a palace the moment I stepped into her house, with eight flamboyant horses overhead."
While her family chatted and laughed, Cheng Bing watched TV absentmindedly, glancing at her phone every now and then.
Cheng Junjun said, "Bingbing, let me see your phone. I haven't looked at it properly yet."
Cheng Bing handed over the phone.
“It’s quite pretty. Several of my roommates use this brand. My sister even asked me before if I wanted this one, but I said I wanted hers more.” Cheng Junjun looked at the phone over and over, but didn’t turn on the screen, and handed it back, “Here you go.”
Cheng Bing reached out and took it; just then, the text message notification sounded.
"Brother Cheng, I'm at the carpenter's shop. It's cool here. Come visit me when you have time, and don't forget to bring the candy wrappers!"
The candy box has been kept by Cheng Bing since that day. Although Fang Yuenian claimed that she would use it as a gift, she has not yet made a move on it.
His tone was light and energetic; anyone who didn't know better would think he was in an exceptionally good mood.
Cheng Bing had already made a copy of the carpenter's shop key for him, so there was no need to worry about him standing in the sun at the door. He chatted with his family for a few more minutes before getting up and saying, "I'm going out for a bit."
Cheng Qiuyan asked, "Where are we going on such a hot day?"
"The carpenter's shop is finished, and I'm just putting the finishing touches on it."
Cheng Junjun said, "Remember to bring it back when you're done so we can see the finished product and admire it."
"good."
Lin Guohui smiled and said, "Yes, yes, I'll ask your second sister, a college student majoring in this field, to give you some advice. If it doesn't work, we'll redo it."
Cheng Bing said, "Then I won't take it back."
Cheng Junjun patted him on the back with a smile: "Let's go!"
Cheng Qiuyan instructed, "Go to work with the air conditioning on, and don't get heatstroke or heat rash."
"knew."
Although Fang Yuenian entered the house, he was so focused on looking at the almost completed book stand that he didn't even think to turn on the air conditioner.
The main reason was that the carpenter's shop was in a good location with lots of shade, making it warm in winter and cool in summer, which made him feel much more comfortable as soon as he entered, and he forgot that he could turn on the air conditioner.
Cheng Bing carried the baby box out the door, and unconsciously quickened her pace, worried that the baby box would get too hot.
Upon entering, I turned into a small room and saw Fang Yuenian hunched over, her back to the door, craning her neck to look at the book stand. So I put down the box in my hand and said in a slightly raised tone, "Does it look alright?"
Fang Yuenian turned around, her eyes still filled with joy and happiness. She rushed over, ignoring the summer heat, and jumped up to hug him.
Cheng Bing was knocked backward by him and bumped into the door with a thud. She found it both funny and helpless, and asked, "What are you doing?"
"This is so beautiful!" Fang Yuenian's feet were off the ground, and her voice was almost floating as she showered the book with praise, exaggerating to the extreme. "It's even more beautiful than the one in the book! When did you finish it? I saw it was just a frame a few days ago, but your cutouts are so gorgeous!!"
Afraid he would fall, Cheng Bing reached out and supported his thigh, asking, "Do you have to hang on me like this? Aren't you hot? The air conditioning isn't on yet."
Fang Yuenian hooked her arm around his neck. "It's not hot, it's not hot. I've seen in TV dramas that girls jump on their boyfriends like this. But our height difference isn't quite right, so it doesn't have that cute vibe."
Cheng Bing turned her face away.
Fang Yuenian: "What? What are you trying to say?"
“It’s nothing,” Cheng Bing glanced at him and smiled, “I’m just annoyed that I didn’t grow to two meters tall so you could have a better experience hanging on your boyfriend—come down now.”
“No,” Fang Yuenian said, swinging her legs a few times with a triumphant look in her eyes, “You did a great job.”
As he spoke, he planted a flurry of kisses on Cheng Bing's cheeks like a chick pecking at rice, saying as he kissed her, "I don't even know how to praise you, how can you be so amazing at everything!"
This offensive was unstoppable, and Cheng Bing didn't want him to come down.
However, Fang Yuenian quickly spotted her precious box and jumped down, exclaiming, "Oh dear, I forgot I had to start too!"
Cheng Bing leaned over and teased, "Some people say they're exchanging gifts, but I'm all done and they haven't even started yet."
Fang Yuenian: "I have my reasons!"
"Alright, alright, then may I ask you, Fang Yuenian, who has a reason for this, will I be able to receive this precious gift before I receive my admission notice?"
"Definitely!" Fang Yuenian guaranteed. "Absolutely!" Author's Note: Thank you to my mentor 9492239 (9492239) for your support! For more exciting content, please leave a message for this book on Liancheng Reading.
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