Slurry (3)



The ring I bought this time is not as expensive as before.

But it has a unique meaning-it is a ring that a person can only buy once in a lifetime with his ID card.

After Xia Jiang and Zhongye paid the deposit, it took a while before they got the design drawings.

After the favorite model is selected, the ring will start to be made.

It just so happens that it is the end of the new year again, and there should be some waiting for this period of time.

The days when Xia Jiang returned home early and didn't inform his family were wasted in Zhongye's house.

She drinks sparkling water in the house every day, takes a nap on the terrace at noon, and teases the cat if she is bored.

Life is so idle that people and gods are all angry.

Every time Chuya came back from working overtime all night, seeing her like this, he felt jealous.

By the way, before Xia Jiang came back, the object of his jealousy had always been briquettes—eat, sleep, eat, what kind of fairy life is this?

The briquettes rubbed against Xia Jiang's feet, followed her around, and yelled coquettishly: "Meow~meow~"

Briquette is an old cat, and will not be as active and clingy as a young cat.

Most of the time, it just sits on the window sill or on the cat climbing frame without moving, and stays in the comfortable cat litter for three hours at a time.

It stands like a stubborn stone and remains motionless.

The only thing that can shake it is...

Xia Jiang looked at Zhong Ye who was passing by with a cheese sandwich, and asked, "Didn't you feed it?"

Zhong also gave her a piece of the sandwich.

"Hey, but the diet has been reduced." He said, "The doctor advised him to lose weight. But...the briquette cat seems to get fat after drinking saliva..."

The coal ball jumped into Xia Jiang's arms, raised his head, and followed the sandwich with his nose.

Xia Jiang threw the sandwich back into Zhongye's hands, squeezed the chubby face of the briquettes and said:

"Son, you are already a big cat. You must pay attention to your health in order to live a long life."

But reasoning with cats is unlikely to work.

Seeing that Sandwich ran away, the coal ball chased Sandwich and jumped into Nakaya's arms after Xia Jiang finished pinching his face.

Nakaya put down the sandwich that cats couldn't eat, sighed, and lovingly stroked his son's pig (cat) head.

"Why are you so pitiful?" He couldn't bear it very much, and said, "I'll give you a bite of cat strips, I can only eat one..."

Xia Jiang turned his head to look at him, and said expressionlessly: "Zhongye, I think briquettes are so fat."

And Nakahara Chuya obviously had a middle number in AC in his heart, he raised his hand to his lips in embarrassment: "...cough."

Of course, the cat strip was still not given.

The old father changed the topic while deeply reflecting on his doting attitude towards his cat son.

He said, "Xia Jiang, I want to buy a sweeping robot."

Xia Jiang gave him a [what are you thinking] look.

She asked: "Isn't someone coming to clean the house every two days?"

"...No, I really want to buy..."

Zhong Ye was probably infected by Xia Jiang, and his shopping desire was inexplicably high.

Xia Jiang hit the nail on the head: "If there is an aunt who wants to sweep the floor robot, should I put the aunt in the villa to take good care of it, or should the robot be a pet, only charging and not working, and take good care of it?"

Zhong also called up the oil pipe from his mobile phone and showed it to Xia Jiang: "...this."

The sweeper in the video is slowly moving forward, and the small tentacles are swinging and cleaning the ground very cutely.

But the most eye-catching thing in the video is not the sweeper itself, but a fat orange sitting on the sweeper, which is completely used as a car, driving fast.

"... Ah." Xia Jiang watched the video, and was poked at a strange cute spot.She said, "Buy it."

My wife told me that the sweeper was bought on the same day and unpacked for trial use.

But the briquette didn't like this new friend very much. It changed its previous fearless appearance and was chased by the sweeper to hide in the corner.

Xia Jiang could only turn off the sweeper.

She looked at the sweeper for a while, then dialed a phone: "Mom, shall I give you a New Year's gift?"

Zhong Ye was at the side, trembling, breathing very lightly.

"No, it's not a bag." Xia Jiang bit half of a biscuit and said, "It's a hands-free invention in the new era. It's very cute. And its shell has a perfect and beautiful metallic color, the color is perfect, and the body is small but Powerful."

Xia Jiang gnawed the biscuit into pieces, and threw the last hammer——Rainbow Fart.

"It matches your temperament, mom, and it suits you especially, really."

Nakaya widened his eyes, and with his excellent hearing, he caught the cheerful laughter over the phone receiver.

"I'll take it to you when I return to China. See you later." After Xia Jiang calmed down his mother, he hung up the phone.

Zhong Ye looked at her in shock and asked, "...why don't you return the product?"

Xia Jiang replied lightly: "I am a rich man, returning the goods will affect my bearing and image outside."

Zhong Ye: "..."

Damn rich.



But when Xia Jiang went home, he brought not only the sweeper, but also Zhongye from the Central Plains.

When the cadre of the Port Mafia | Hand Party who said that the wind is the rain and can destroy Yokohama with a wave of his hand appeared at my wife's house, all the samurai in the family were on standby—they thought that Chu Yuanzhong was also here to seek revenge.

And the red-haired youth did not look like an ordinary guest.

His whole body was tense, as if he would jump off the wall in the next second.

Even walking turned into a straight turn.

[Scared Deer] above the pond made the sound of green bamboo hitting stone.

One sound at a time, knocking on Zhongye's heart, it seemed that his heart would jump up.

"Don't be so nervous." Xia Jiang said, "My parents don't eat people."

Zhong Ye: "..."

Perhaps it was because Xia Jiang tricked him out of PTSD in his early years, and he instinctively couldn't believe Xia Jiang's words.

And his disbelief was not without reason.

This is my wife's house.

Xia Jiang's parents, aren't they the head of my wife's family and his wife?

If they could raise such a child, those two would naturally not be kind.

"Don't look at me like that." Xia Jiang squeezed his hand and said, "Really—really don't eat people."

Such an argument has no credibility.

There is even a taste of 300 taels of silver that is not available here.

Even if Zhong Ye wanted to refute, it was too late.

Xia Jiang walked in front of him, had already grasped the barrier, and pulled it away.

Zhong Ye was so frightened that he was about to jump up, Xia Jiang held him down, calmed his emotions, and said:

"Don't worry, it's not here, but go inside."

The paper windows depicting exquisite ukiyo-e were opened to both sides one by one.

It's just entering a house, but Zhong Ye felt like being in the ancient town of the flower planting country next door - the house over there had three entrances and three exits, and it was very laborious to go in and out from the outside, but it was quite wonderful.

Finally, after Xia Jiang opened a certain paper door, two middle-aged men sitting in the room waiting were revealed.

Before waiting to greet the two elders, Xia Jiang took out a metal disc from the giant bag in his hand and placed it in front of the middle-aged woman.

"Mom, this is the latest model of sweeping robot I brought back from the United States to honor you."

This is Xia Jiang's mother, my wife Yu Yizi, who is almost 50 years old, but the charm still exists.

The one next to him is Xia Jiang's father, my wife Shangren. To accurately describe his temperament, it should be said to be like the president of the Armed Detective Agency, but he looks a little gentler than Mr. Fukuzawa.

Yu Yizi calmly dismantled her daughter's platform: "Are you too lazy to return the product?"

Xia Jiang turned his head away skillfully, refusing to line up with his mother.

"I'm sorry, I made you laugh." Yu Yizi raised her head to look at Zhongya, stretched out her hand towards the opposite cushion and signaled: "Sit down quickly, this kid Xia Jiang didn't notify in advance, please forgive me for not being well prepared. "

After Zhongye sat down, he held back for a long time before he could utter a word: "Hi Uncle, Auntie, I am Zhongya Zhongyuan."

He was confused for a while before he remembered to put the bag on his wrist on the table.

"This, this is a small gift, not a respect."

"Oh, this is really..." Yu Yizi looked at my wife Shangren with a smile, and asked, "My child's father, didn't you also prepare a gift for Chuya? Don't be shy, take it out."

Before going home, Xia Jiang said to Zhong Ye: My dad looks calm on the surface, but in fact he is flustered, you have to take the initiative.

Sure enough, under Yu Yiko's urging, Shangren, who didn't know how to deal with his future son-in-law, took out a gift.

But the scene was embarrassing.

Japan has the habit of opening presents on the spot to thank the other party for their kindness, but Chuya and my wife Shangren did not open presents on the current occasion.The other party's elders didn't dismantle it, and Zhong didn't dare to dismantle it first.

"Dad, why don't you say a word?"

Xia Jiang supported her face with one hand, she was the most relaxed among the people present, and she was also responsible for the warm atmosphere.

She asked, "Aren't you reluctant? It feels like the cabbage that you have finally raised in your family has been ganged up by pigs?"

Zhong Ye gently pinched Xia Jiang.

He asked in a low voice, "Who are you talking about as a pig?"

At this time, the silent middle-aged man over there was finally willing to open his mouth: "It's obvious that the cabbage I raised can be a pig."

Zhong Ye: "..."

Xia Jiang: "...?"

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room suddenly relaxed.

My wife Shangren asked: "Boy, Xia Jiang didn't bully you, did he?"

Zhong also lied categorically, and said against his conscience: "No, she is very good to me."

But the father knows his daughter best: "She must have bullied you."

Xia Jiang: "Dad..."

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, Ms. Yu Yizi waved Xia Jiang away.

"Xia Jiang, go to the kitchen and help mom wash the dishes."

"Oh." Xia Jiang reluctantly agreed, got up from the table, opened the paper door and went out.

But she took two steps before realizing that something was not quite right.

She can't wash dishes at all, and neither can her mother. They don't wash my wife's rice bowl at all.

Xia Jiang twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking: Why do you still engage in one-on-one conversations?

"Hey, I'm finally gone." My wife Shangren took out a plate of sliced ​​yogurt jelly from a wooden box beside her. "You kid didn't come earlier, so this is the only piece left. If Xia Jiang sees it, I won't keep a piece of it for you."

What kind of drama is this?

Hide your daughter's favorite food and leave it to the son-in-law who met for the first time, but hit it off right away?

Zhong also was taken aback for a while.

But at this moment, his brain, which was particularly difficult to use today, finally remembered the purpose of coming to my wife's house this time.

He took a few steps back, put his hands on his knees and lowered his head, and shouted out in a breath:

"Uncle, aunt, please hand me over to Xia Jiang!"

"..."

The place was silent.

Chuuya himself widened his eyes.

It's over-

Too nervous to talk bald.

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