"Uncle Ji, your steamed buns are so delicious."
After dinner, Dong Yike sat contentedly on the sofa.
"Come often if you like it, and I'll cook for you."
Ji Zhigang said with a smile, "Yike, what else do you like to eat? You'll definitely be able to eat it tomorrow morning."
Really?
Upon hearing this, Dong Yike straightened up, thought for a moment, and then said, "Actually, I quite like hand-pulled noodles."
"Hand-pulled noodles? No problem, you love noodles just like your mom..."
After saying that, Ji Zhi realized he had let something slip and quickly tried to cover it up, "Um, it was your mom who said that when our families had dinner together last time."
"Alright, Uncle Ji, stop hiding it."
Dong Yike rolled over, leaned against the back of the sofa, and looked at Ji Zhigang busy in the kitchen. She said with a grin, "My mom should really like the steamed buns you make, right?"
Ji Zhigang paused, then chuckled dryly, "Your mother has never eaten this before. I made it for you."
"Oh~"
Dong Yike nodded slightly, "My mom hasn't eaten it. I thought she had."
No. No...
Ji Zhigang sighed slightly. At his age, it's not easy to find a woman to support you through thick and thin.
Their twilight romance is nothing like the love and romance that young people still need to talk about.
If two people like each other and think the other is a good person, they can start living together.
I finally found this opportunity, but I don't know if it will work out.
Both families have only one daughter.
If even one person disagrees, this matter will not be accomplished.
He knew his daughter's personality; he knew that if he brought this up, she would most likely refuse.
He wanted to speak, but he didn't dare.
Moreover, Dong Muhong had always had reservations; he asked her many times, but she refused to say.
This matter has been delayed until now.
"Ji Zhigang!"
Ji Mushu stood up with her eyes wide open, hands on her hips, and said angrily, "You're talking nonsense! When have you ever made steamed buns? Every time I want some, it's you who goes downstairs to buy them!"
At home, Ji Mushu is always the one whose words carry weight.
Ji Zhigang usually listens to his daughter, since she lost her mother at a young age.
"Mumu, actually..."
Ji Zhigang stood in the kitchen, somewhat at a loss. He didn't know how to explain the situation or how to communicate with Ji Mushu.
After all, his daughter had grown up and had her own ideas. He, as her father, only had this one daughter, whom he had spoiled since she was a child.
If she doesn't agree, there's not much he can do.
"Actually, you like Aunt Dong, don't you?"
Ji Mushu crossed her arms and looked at her father's increasingly hunched back. A wave of emotion washed over her, and her eyes welled up with tears.
"I..."
Ji Zhigang sighed; the matter had been discovered after all.
He thought he could hide it, but how can you hide the fact that you like someone?
"Wooden combs, actually..."
He lowered his head to wipe the plate, and after a long while, he spoke, "Your mother has been gone for many years. I raised you all these years by myself, and it wasn't easy to send you to university. But after you left home, I always felt that something was missing from this house."
"This house is so big, but it feels so empty. When I come home from get off work, it feels so empty."
Yu Mobai sat to the side without saying a word, becoming an invisible person.
As a man, he understood Ji Zhigang's distress. His wife had been gone for over a decade; it was normal for him to have some needs. He could understand.
Judging from the three people's reactions, I had a vague idea of how things would develop.
He just didn't expect that Ji Mushu was such a feisty little devil in front of his father.
"Why didn't you say so sooner?"
Ji Mushu's voice was also a little choked up, "If I hadn't asked you, were you still planning to keep it from me?"
Ji Zhigang nodded. "Your Aunt Dong told me not to say it. She said that if the children don't agree, she won't agree either. She doesn't want to be someone without a name or status."
Upon hearing this, Dong Yike's expression changed slightly.
From a young age, seeing other children being picked up by their fathers after school, she longed to have a father of her own.
Several times she asked her mother when she could find her a father, but Dong Muhong refused each time.
Dong Yike knew that she was afraid, afraid of harming herself in the future.
But now that she's been admitted to university, her mother should start thinking about her.
Dong Yike didn't care at all that Dong Muhong had found her a stepfather, as long as he was good to Dong Muhong, that was enough.
"If they have no official status, then give them one."
Ji Mushu sighed, "Your daughter is so old, and she still doesn't know what she should be doing?"
"ah?"
Ji Zhigang looked up in surprise, "Daughter, what did you just say?"
"I'm telling you, if you want to be with her, you should at least show some attitude!"
Ji Mushu took out her household registration booklet from her room. "Here you go. I hid it years ago, and you never even asked me for it."
Ji Zhigang suddenly felt a little teary-eyed. As a middle-aged man, he had indeed borne too much responsibility in raising a child.
There's no need to elaborate on the bitterness involved, but countless times he had thought about finding another woman to share the burden with.
However, this topic was mentioned briefly when Ji Mushu was still in junior high school, and it was met with strong opposition from Ji Mushu.
They even secretly hid their household registration booklet.
After that, he never brought up the topic again.
I may suffer a bit, but as long as my daughter is happy, that's all that matters.
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