An An immediately turned around and saw a tall man standing at the door. He looked just like his father in the photo!

His father was back.

Cen Huaian had a sense of unreality. He looked up and met Cen Zhengnian's eyes. He couldn't understand the emotion in his eyes, but he felt that the look made him uncomfortable.

This was really his father. After realizing this reality, Cen Huaian immediately glared at Cen Zhengnian with red eyes, like a little tiger that was suddenly enraged, with resentment, anger and endless grievances in his eyes.

Cen Zhengnian felt as if his heart was stung by a bee, sour and painful, and his eyes and nose were full of sourness. His hands tightly grasped the basket, the tendons in his hands bulged one by one, and he tried hard to suppress the discomfort in his heart.

"An An." He smiled kindly and called Cen Huaian's name carefully.

Cen Huaian pursed his lips tightly, his eyes became redder, he quickly turned his head, took the pen and continued to calculate the money he earned today, looking like he didn't want to pay any attention to Cen Zhengnian. Cen

Zhengnian showed a bitter smile on his face, and his tall figure suddenly became weak at this moment.

He didn't see that Cen Huaian didn't write down a single number, but just drew circles on the paper, his drawings were cruel and fierce, venting his grievances on the paper.

Chuxia saw it, reached out and snatched the notebook from his hand: "Don't draw, it's a waste of paper."

She stood up, took the basin and basket from Cen Zhengnian's hand, and said to him: "I'm going to cook, you can comfort your son yourself."

She didn't say how to comfort him. Cen Zhengnian has been gone for four years. If he can't even coax his son now, then there is no need for him to come back in the future.

Chuxia didn't care about the situation in the house anymore after she walked out. The rest was their business.

She opened the lid of the pot, and the steam came out, and a strong aroma of rice hit her nose.

Chuxia quickly put the lid back on, took the pot down and put it on the ground, letting the rice simmer with water steam, which would make it more fragrant. She started to cook shrimps.

She didn't make the shrimps complicated, using the homely method. First, add oil and stir-fry the shrimps until both sides change color, then pour in chopped green onions, ginger and garlic and stir-fry until fragrant, then add soy sauce, rice wine, soy sauce, vinegar, sugar, and a bowl of water, and boil over high heat until the sauce is reduced.

When she did the last step, Chuxia heard Cen Huaian's extremely suppressed and aggrieved cry from the room. She couldn't help but feel distressed and her nose was sore. She

didn't know what Cen Zhengnian did or said, but Cen Huaian's cry suddenly became louder, and all his grievances and resentments were released in this cry. After

the meal was ready, Chuxia didn't go into the house.

She stood on the railing of the corridor with her back to the door, looking out, but her ears were always listening to the movement in the house.

A neighbor passed by and heard Cen Huaian crying in the room. He asked a few questions curiously. Chuxia smiled and said, "It's not easy to see Dad..." She

didn't need to finish her words, everyone could understand what she meant, and showed an expression of "I understand, I understand" on her face, and left without asking any more questions.

Chu Xia waited until Cen Huaian's crying gradually subsided before she pushed the door open and went in. She saw Cen Huaian lying on Cen Zhengnian's back, his face full of tear marks, and he felt like he was hiccuping.

In addition to the tear marks on Cen Zhengnian's shirt, there were two obvious teeth marks, both of which tore through the clothes. Cen

Huaian didn't feel anything when he was crying, but he felt so embarrassed after he finished crying.

Especially when his mother came in and saw it, he immediately jumped out of Cen Zhengnian's arms, wiped his face sloppily, and ran quickly into the inner room.

Cen Zhengnian was stunned by his behavior, but his hands were still stretched out as if to hug him.

Chu Xia coughed twice, and Cen Zhengnian put down his hand without any embarrassment on his face. He stood up naturally and asked, "What's wrong with An An?"

He had just let down his guard against her, but he ran away as soon as Chu Xia came in, which made Cen Zhengnian feel uneasy.

"I saw him crying, and he was embarrassed." Chu Xia said without any surprise, "If he knew that I was not the only one who heard it, he would probably regret crying just now."

Cen Zhengnian sighed and said, "I'm sorry for him. He feels wronged, and it's good for him to cry."

Chu Xia looked at the inner room, nodded and said, "I was worried about him because he has been holding back his emotions. Now that he cries, I'm not afraid that he will get sick. You are quite resourceful. How do you coax him? Let him bite you a few times?"

She pointed to the wound on his shoulder and asked with curiosity in her eyes.

Cen Zhengnian shook his head and said nothing, with a little smile in his eyes: "This is a secret between us father and son, I can't tell you."

Chuxia raised an eyebrow and didn't ask any more questions. She pointed to the wound on his shoulder and asked: "Do you want to treat it?"

Cen Zhengnian said indifferently: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt. He didn't use much strength."

Chuxia saw the blood seeping out of his shirt. Although it was not big, it was impossible not to hurt.

No wonder Cen Huaian was so patient, they were all Cen Zhengnian's descendants. The two really deserve to be father and son.

Chuxia wanted to ignore it, but when she turned around, she felt that Cen Zhengnian was a little pitiful. After all, she relied on him to send money every month, so she couldn't be too ruthless.

She turned back, found the red medicine in the drawer under the TV, and handed it to Cen Zhengnian: "Apply it to avoid inflammation."

Cen Zhengnian took the medicine and raised his hand to unbutton his shirt. Soon, the buttons were unbuttoned, revealing his smooth and beautiful abdominal muscles, and even a mermaid line!

Chuxia's eyes widened, but her eyes were still staring at his abdominal muscles: "You, what are you doing?"

Cen Zhengnian: "Applying medicine."

"Why are you taking off your clothes to apply medicine?" Chuxia frowned. She found that Cen Zhengnian had a good figure. He was the typical type who looked thin when dressed and had meat when undressed. He could be used as a perfect model in medical classes.

She thought that scientists were all in the laboratory and were useless, but she didn't expect that Cen Zhengnian didn't look thin at all.

Cen Zhengnian smiled, looked at his wife who looked a little flustered and shy and said, "The wound is inside, you can't apply the medicine without taking off your clothes."

As he said that, he took off his shirt, nonchalantly exposing his entire strong back, revealing his good figure, and then he took the medicine and applied it directly to his shoulder.

After applying it a few times, Cen Zhengnian turned around and looked at Chu Xia who had been staring at his abdominal muscles with a smile, and asked her: "I can't see the wound, can you help me see if the medicine is applied?"

Chu Xia suddenly came back to her senses, glanced around randomly, and said vaguely: "It's done."

After that, she quickly turned around and walked to the inner room, pretending to be calm and said: "Please put on your clothes and bring in the food to eat, I'll go see An An."

Cen Zhengnian lowered his head and chuckled, and found that his wife had indeed changed a lot this time. Her temperament was not as dull and soft as before.

In the past, his wife rarely talked to him, and the time they spent together was very short, so he really didn't know his wife well enough.

Chu Xia went into the inner room and saw Cen Huaian. The discomfort she had just felt disappeared in an instant.

Cen Huaian was lying by the window at this time, looking at the mint on the windowsill, counting the mint leaves one by one with his little fingers.

Hearing the footsteps, his body stiffened, turned around and saw that it was Chu Xia, his body relaxed again, and whispered, "Mom."

Chu Xia looked at his face, and there was nothing on his face, and the tears were completely wiped away. If it weren't for the red eyes, there would be no trace of crying.

Chuxia walked over and touched his head. Just as she was about to speak, Cen Huaian suddenly said, "Mom, there are four mint leaves missing."

Chuxia looked at the pot of mint. There were so many leaves that she couldn't even tell that there were a few missing. "How did you figure that out?" Chuxia thought it was strange.

"I count them every day." Cen Huaian didn't think it was difficult.

Being discovered, Chuxia pulled the mint leaves with her hands and said without any guilt, "I picked some and soaked them in water to drink. It tastes good. Do you want some?"

Cen Huaian hesitated for three seconds and nodded, "Yes!" His tone was firm.

During the meal, the table was very quiet.

Usually, Chuxia would ask him about his situation at school during the meal, but he wouldn't tell her unless she asked.

Now Chuxia didn't say anything, and Cen Huaian was eating shrimps happily without saying anything.

He was already very hungry after a whole morning of classes, and crying again consumed even more energy, so he ate without even looking up. A mouthful of shrimp and a mouthful of rice soaked in soup made anyone who saw it unable to help but whet their appetite.

Cen Zhengnian was also very hungry, but he did not eat first. Instead, he washed his hands and peeled shrimps for An An and Chu Xia.

His hands had distinct joints, and he peeled shrimps very quickly, but it did not make people feel rough. He put the peeled shrimps into An An and Chu Xia's bowls respectively, and there were piles of shrimps in both of their bowls.

"Okay."

Chu Xia looked at her and Cen Huaian's bowls, and let Cen Zhengnian eat by himself, as what was in the bowl was enough.

Cen Zhengnian looked at Cen Huaian. He didn't say anything. He picked up a shrimp and put it in his mouth. He bit off the skin and ate the meat inside, indicating with his actions that he didn't need help. Cen

Zhengnian then went to wash his hands and sat down to eat. As soon as he took a bite, he was surprised by Chuxia's cooking skills and praised sincerely: "It's delicious."

Cen Huaian "snorted", "Of course it's delicious if it's made by mom."

Cen Zhengnian looked at Chuxia with a smile.

Chuxia: I feel my face is a little hot for some reason.

She coughed lightly: "Eat well, I'll leave the job of washing the pot to you two later."

Chuxia went to take an exam in the afternoon. Cen Zhengnian said he wanted to see her off, but she refused.

"No, it's just an exam, I can do it myself, you go and send An An off."

Chu Xia felt that compared to her, An An should want to go to school with Cen Zhengnian more.

"Neither do I."

Although Cen Huaian said this, when he was packing his schoolbag to go to school, his movements were not as quick and neat as usual, but slow, and he kept peeking at Cen Zhengnian from the corner of his eyes.

Seeing that Cen Zhengnian had not said that he would send him off, Cen Huaian suddenly got angry, stuffed the rest of the things in his bag, and said in a muffled voice: "Mom, I'm going to school." He

ignored Cen Zhengnian and didn't even look at him.

Cen Zhengnian didn't care, and as soon as Cen Huaian left the door, he followed him.

Cen Huaian glanced at him, still pursing his lips: "I don't need you to send me off."

"I want to send you off, is that okay?"

Cen Huaian pursed his lips: "Just send me off if you want."

His tone sounded very reluctant, but his steps became brisk.

Cen Zhengnian did not expose An An's awkwardness, but just looked at him with a smile on his face, and reached out to take the schoolbag and water bottle he was carrying.