Chapter 33
What else can I think about the sedimentation pool? There must be no problem!
However, for such a big event as meeting the parents, he must prepare in advance, and the gifts and etiquette must be perfect. He had met Cen Zhao's mother Zeng Qingya before, and her every move showed that she came from an educated family. Ordinary gifts were not enough, and fancy ones were too eye-catching. He still had to put more thought into it and cater to her preferences.
"What are you thinking about?"
Cen Zhao had been observing his expression and had planned to find an excuse to refuse the meeting if he saw any hesitation. After all, they had a good relationship and meeting and having dinner was only a matter of time. There was no need to push him too hard. But the problem was that Chen Liuchi's expression didn't look like hesitation at all. Instead, he seemed to be daydreaming. If Cen Zhao didn't interrupt him, he didn't know where his mind would fly to.
"Can you be distracted by this?" Cen Zhao didn't know whether to be angry or laugh for a moment. Was he the only one who was nervous?
"No, no."
Coming back to his senses, Chen Liuchi smiled wryly at his lover's helpless eyes, then leaned forward and kissed him to comfort him, saying, "I was just thinking about what gift to bring to your parents."
Cen Zhao heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this: "Don't bother. It's great that you're willing to meet."
While it's definitely not forced, who doesn't want to sit down and eat a meal together as a family? Forensic Doctor Cen had no business being secretive about his relationship, and like most Chinese people, he was still a bit conservative at heart. Only after meeting the parents and having tea could he consider the matter completely settled.
In the afternoon, Cen Zhao returned to the Municipal Bureau to report for leave and work, while Chen Liuchi went back to bed for a nap. He had originally thought that as a 5'8" tall man, he wouldn't be completely broken no matter how much he struggled. But after what happened last night, Chen Liuchi had seen the reality clearly: there were things that a grown man couldn't handle!
It was past three when he woke up, his fatigue and aches finally easing. Chen Liuchi yawned, clearing his head, and reached for his phone. Cen Zhao had called him at three, but the phone was on silent, so he didn't hear it. Instead, he sent a message, reminding him to get up and take his medicine.
The thermos and medicine box were all by the bed; Cen Zhao had prepared them all for him before he left. Chen Liuchi lazily moved to the bedside, picked up two pills, and swallowed them with water. Then he slapped the aluminum foil with two holes in it for Cen Zhao to see.
Cen Zhao: [Touch the puppy.jpg]
Cen Zhao: [Still having a fever?]
Chen Liuchi was too lazy to type and send him a voice message: "It's not hot anymore. I woke up sweating and was too lazy to take a shower."
Cen Zhao quickly replied: [Don't wash it, or you'll catch a cold again. I wiped it for you last night.]
Chen Liuchi teased him deliberately: "Just wiping it won't do any good. It'll stink once you sweat."
Cen Zhao paused for two seconds, then sent a voice message, his voice full of laughter: "I like the little stinky dog too."
Chen Liuchi's face turned red immediately.
Click on the audio and listen again.
"I like the little stinky dog too."
Listen again.
"I like the little stinky dog too."
Listen again,
…
“I really am…”
The phone was already slightly hot from being held in his hand. Chen Liuchi rubbed his face, pursed his lips, and finally couldn't help but smile.
How can you be so good at teasing, Cen Zhao, this stinky guy.
Cen Zhao held an extra emergency meeting in the afternoon. When he got home from get off work, it was almost eight o'clock. Chen Liuchi was curled up on the sofa watching TV, and the food left for others was in the steamer in the kitchen.
"I'm back."
Chen Liuchi turned his head to look at Cen Zhao and waved at him wrapped in a blanket.
Cen Zhao changed his shoes and came in. Seeing himself wrapped up like a stuffed bun, he couldn't help but smile. He sat on the edge of the sofa and buried his face in the bun, arching his back: "I'm back."
The sinking pool made him laugh. His stomach felt soft and warm, like a big loaf of bread fresh from the oven. "Are you hungry? I was too lazy to cook tonight, so I ordered takeout and left some in the pot for you."
Hearing this, Cen Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly: "I remember I left you some meat porridge in the rice cooker, and the steamed buns are also on the table, you can see them at a glance."
Chenliuchi looked away and muttered quietly, "It's too bland and tasteless."
He said this in a light and soft tone, with the ending sound swirling like a puppy's tail, scratching Cen Zhao's heart with grievance and dissatisfaction, making it impossible to say a word of blame.
"I'm worried that you'll feel worse. Eating something light will help you recover."
Cen Zhao pulled the man over and rubbed his stomach, then pressed down on his lower abdomen and waist: "Does it still hurt?"
Chen Liuchi was a little embarrassed, and mumbled while wrapped in a blanket: "It's okay. I'm a 5'8" tall man after all. How can I be hurt by a 5'6" tall cough? Impossible."
Cen Zhao smiled softly upon hearing this, his right eyebrow raising slightly. It was a subtle movement, but Chen Liuchi saw it immediately. He knew Cen Zhao too well, and instantly sensed some impending danger from this tiny movement. He immediately tightened the blanket, wrapped himself tightly, and ran away: "I'll go heat up some food for you!"
Cen Zhao grabbed the corner of the blanket and pulled it back, then took the fluffy roll into his arms and patted it, saying, "Just lie down and be quiet."
Chen Liuchi received a slap on the buttocks and huddled on the sofa, listening to Cen Zhao's ramblings: "Try to get as much rest as possible these two days. You can occasionally do some simple stretching for your waist muscles and leg ligaments, otherwise next time..."
Having said this, he paused and gave Chen Liuchi a meaningful look.
"I'm in good health." Sink stuck his head out and said stubbornly for a moment, then immediately retracted it into the bread roll.
Cen Zhao snorted lightly and did not comment.
After teaching the timid Shen Xiaochi a lesson, Cen Zhao changed his clothes, washed his hands, and went into the kitchen. He first glanced at the dishes in the steamer: potatoes, beef brisket, stir-fried vegetables, pine nuts, and corn. They were okay, not anything heavy or spicy.
But Cen Zhao soon realized something was wrong. Forensic Doctor Cen, who had excellent eyesight, found clues from the edge of the trash can.
"Chen Xiaochi! Why is there a corner of the chili oil packaging bag here? What did you steal?"
The sinking pool that had already retreated secretly into the bedroom was in trouble. The seasoning packet of the ramen skin was not hidden properly.
Cen Zhao stared at the piece of chili oil for a long time, and couldn't help but smile. He squatted down to clean up someone's exposed tail, then washed his hands and boiled some snow pear, hawthorn and red date water, and then opened the steamer to eat.
Chen Liuchi listened intently in the bedroom for a long time but heard nothing. He knew that Sir Cen had let him go. He was smug for a few minutes, then his phone rang. He picked it up and asked, "What can I do for you?"
On the other end of the phone, Shen Maoyuan heard the movement in the sinking pool and felt an inexplicable itch in his hands: "What good things have you done with your smug and complacent tone?"
Chen Liuchi coughed lightly and said, "How can you talk like that? What do you mean by a good thing? Oh, yes, it is indeed a good thing, and a big one at that!"
Shen Maoyuan didn't believe that anything big could happen to him. At most, the bar was on the verge of bankruptcy again, and he was trying every means to find him or go home to attract investment.
"I'm calling you to tell you that you found the tea you sent me a message this afternoon asking me to look for. When did you change your ways and start drinking Pu'er?"
Shen Maoyuan contacted several friends to find this golden gourd tribute. Of course, it couldn't be the Qing Dynasty tribute items in museum collections; you wouldn't dare buy or drink those. But even if it wasn't the authentic golden gourd from the imperial family, the gourd Shen Maoyuan found was still quite expensive and good. It would be a waste to brew it for someone like Chen Liuchi, who drank water like a cow.
"Oh, I didn't drink it."
Chen Liuchi tried hard to suppress his excited tone and said lightly, "It's for my mother-in-law and father-in-law."
Shen Maoyuan thought there was something wrong with his ears: "Who is it?"
Chenliuchi cleared his throat and repeated, "Father-in-law."
On the other end of the phone, Shen Maoyuan was silent.
Half a minute later, Shen Maoyuan's suppressed voice rang out along with the background noise of frantic clattering:
"Where are you? Send me the address, I'll be there in half an hour."
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