Chapter 411 The Big Boss Decides to Pamper His Wife
Since Ye Xiaoman had expressed her opinion, Zhu Chuideng had nothing to say and put down his long legs that were blocking her.
"father--"
Two little kids, aged three and seven, wearing coarse clothes and wiping their noses, ran out of the main house like mud cats, hugging the adults' legs and howling.
"I'm starving. When are we eating?"
Jing Zhui: “…”
Ye Xiaoman: “…”
Jing Zhui raised his leg and kicked his big son away.
Brother Zhu rolled over on the ground, then lay down and used his clothes to wipe the floor, howling loudly, "Dad, why did you hit me?"
The older brother was crying, and the younger sister was infected by the atmosphere. She clenched her floral cotton jacket with her little fists and cried with her hair disheveled, "Wuwaaaaaa——"
The chickens outside the house crowed in unison and the neighbor's dog barked madly.
Ye Xiaoman looked at Jing Zhui's patient back and felt that in the next second these two little devils would be crushed into two black smokes and blown away by the wind.
She perfunctorily took on the role of stepmother, "Okay, stop crying."
The two little brats suddenly had a new mother and cried even harder.
Jing Zhui walked into the kitchen, sat down at the broken dining table like a big boss, and began to mechanically act out the role of the uncle in Zhu Chuideng's impression.
Ye Xiaoman followed closely behind, sitting paralyzed with her legs crossed on the chair, playing the role of the second idler in the family who lived off her husband.
The only one who can work at home is Zhui Chuideng.
He walked quietly to the stove and started washing rice and cooking porridge.
The two little brats of Zhu's family cried for a long time but no one paid any attention to them. Then they got up from the ground, rolled in the mud, and started to pounce on Zhu Chuideng with snot and tears, bothering their cousin.
"The porridge should be thicker."
"Add some minced meat."
"Hurry up and work, tall guy, or I'll kick you out of the house."
The child didn't have a bad nature, but he was influenced by his surroundings and developed a dislike for bossing Zhu Chuideng around.
Ye Xiaoman was still digesting the situation.
Did I act like it?
She heard Jing Zhui's thoughts and, leaning back in her chair, narrowed her eyes and glanced over. "Boss, with your acting skills, I think the Ghost Lord will see through you quickly."
[If the mission fails, don't blame me, hehe.]
Jing Zhui: [What's different?]
Ye Xiaoman: [You are neither a husband nor a loving father.]
She took extra acting lessons with him.
Chikujiro was around 40 when he had his son. He must have doted on his two children like the apple of his eye. But you beat your son violently as soon as you walked in. Do you think that's human nature?
Jing Zhui: [I don't know how to be a father.]
Ye Xiaoman: [Just think about how your father treated you when you were a child.]
Jing Zhui: [This is how my father treated me.]
Ye Xiaoman: [……]
Does every villain have a miserable childhood?
Ye Xiaoman silently swallowed her words and turned to the second point of instruction, "Your acting should be more reasonable and not conflict with Chikujiro's character."
[Just think about it, you're a sleazy old man in his late 50s, and you've used a small fortune to buy a wife who's excellent in every way. If it were Zhujilang, he'd be overjoyed and dancing in front of Zhuchuideng. Unlike you, who looks like you've lost your parents.]
Jing Zhui: [What should I do?]
Ye Xiaoman put herself in the shoes of someone who had bought Yue Mu Shan for a few dollars, and was overjoyed. [Hold her and pamper her.]
While they were chatting, Zhu Chuideng prepared breakfast.
Ye Xiaoman hadn't figured out how to get the ghost master to hand over the treasure, but it would always be a good idea to improve her impression points. She walked to the stove and took the initiative to help blow out the lantern and serve the porridge.
Zhu Chuideng scooped out pickled vegetables from the ceramic jar beside the stove, and looked at Ye Xiaoman's rosy face shrouded in the hot steam of porridge. He felt that she was delicate and delicate and might not know how to work.
I was about to say "leave it to me", but then I thought that she might be trying to please her uncle in order to gain a foothold in this family in the future, so I just said: "Be careful of the burns."
Ye Xiaoman quickly filled five bowls of porridge.
Life on the farm was hard, and the porridge was thin, with a little bit of meat floating in it. Zhu Chuideng took four hard-cooked eggs from the stove, peeled them, and placed them in a small bowl.
Ye Xiaoman ran three times and put five bowls of hot porridge on the broken dining table.
Brother Zhu had just been beaten by his old father and approached the dining table cautiously.
Jing Zhui humbly accepted the advice of his subordinates and planned to play the role of a kind father.
He placed his bowl of porridge in front of Brother Zhu and said, "Here you go."
Brother Zhu was delighted and moved.
Jing Zhui continued, "If you waste even a little bit, I'll hang you from the beam and beat you."
Brother Zhu burst into tears and ran out with the bowl in his hands.
Zhu Xiaomei grabbed an egg and followed closely behind.
Ye Xiaoman walked back to the dining table in silence and was about to sit down when Jing Zhui awkwardly stretched out his long legs from under the broken table and kicked her chair away.
Ye Xiaoman raised her eyebrows and looked into Jing Zhui's eyes under the mask. Why, as a subordinate, she couldn't even sit at the table to eat?
Zhu Chuideng sat opposite them, took out chopsticks from the bamboo tube on the table, put the chopstick heads down, slammed the two chopsticks together with a "clang", and looked over.
Ye Xiaoman felt her waist sink, and her body was carried down by a powerful force, with her buttocks falling on Jing Zhui's thigh.
Ye Xiaoman was held in Jing Zhui's arms. The incident happened suddenly and her expression was shocked. She thought that Jing Zhui's acting was too much. She didn't say that he should establish the image of a doting wife, but she didn't let him be so exaggerated.
Her surprised expression caught Zhu Chuideng's eyes. His uncle was so happy to have a beautiful woman that he couldn't wait to touch her in public. Zhu Chuideng frowned and a flash of disgust passed through his eyes.
He lowered his head to drink his porridge without looking in that direction again.
Jing Zhui very naturally took out a silver needle from his sleeve and put it into the porridge in front of Zhu Chuideng to test for poison. After confirming that there was no poison, he scooped up a mouthful of porridge with a soup and poked it straight into Ye Xiaoman's mouth.
"Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!" Ye Xiaoman did not enjoy it at all. She pushed Jing Zhui's hand away with a grimace. Being fed by the capitalists was not a blessing.
Jing Zhui looked at Ye Xiaoman with dissatisfaction, and pressed Ye Xiaoman's head emotionlessly. The soup was struggling with Ye Xiaoman's strength, getting closer to her mouth inch by inch.
"Huff—Huff—" Ye Xiaoman blew the porridge in a hurry.
Finally, Ye Xiaoman put the porridge that she had cooled down by blowing it back on herself into her mouth.
Ye Xiaoman rolled her eyes like a dead fish. There must be a reason why Jing Zhui had been single for thousands of years.
Her mouth moved mechanically a few times, and then she chewed a few times somewhat unexpectedly.
It's amazing. I originally thought that the ghost master's past memories were just an illusion, but they turned out to be so real. The temperature of the porridge and the taste of the food were exactly the same as in the real world.
Even the "past" ghost lord on the opposite side was extremely real.
Jing Zhui didn't have the patience to deal with Zhu Chuideng, so he started to attack.
"Zhu Chuideng, you are already an adult. We should have separated long ago."
"My uncle is right. I've had this idea for a long time." Zhu Chuideng had been waiting for this day for a long time, and he didn't stop picking up the pickles. "I want to take my father's land."
Jing Zhui smiled and suddenly said, "How about taking out your hidden treasure and dividing it in two?"
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