The Boyfriend Return Policy

Except for those childish behaviors that only his family members know about, Mr. Xu still looks quite serious.

Xu Du was serious for a second: "Your dear son is back."

Teacher Xu raised his eyes, glanced at the gauze on Xu Du's face, and rolled his eyes in disgust. He walked past Xu Du and sat on his grand teacher's chair. There was a whole set of tea sets on the coffee table. Like a world-class expert: "Why don't you stay in the hospital for two more days."

Xu Du was talking nonsense: "The hospitalization fee is too expensive, which is not conducive to the healing of my psychological wounds, and it is very likely to add salt to my wounds, making things worse."

When Teacher Xu heard it, he was just talking nonsense.

Xu Du sat down next to him: "How is it? Have you found someone to play chess with during this time?"

The previous Xiaobai had successfully crushed Mr. Xu, who had never improved his chess skills for thousands of years, to the ground. Teacher Xu had to change to a new Xiaobai to continue the crushing education.

Hearing this, Teacher Xu snorted.

Xu Du: "Come on, let's have a game while I'm free."

Teacher Xu raised his eyelids: "What's the plan?"

Xu Du has already brought out the chessboard. Although Mr. Xu is not very good at chess, the props are really expensive. This chessboard can sell for less than [-] yuan in the market: "No intention, just the love between father and son. Affection."

"Everyone has been brought back, and you told me that you have no intention." Teacher Xu finally talked about Tao Zheng who had been standing by the side all the time.

Xu Du let out a hey laugh.

Teacher Xu: "Come here."

Xu Du played chess with Mr. Xu, and he couldn’t win even if he let the water go. When he was young, Mr. Xu thought about sending him to the chess academy. The regular chess academy is different. If he passes the exam, he will always be there. After all, Mr. Xu is not willing. .

Teacher Xu lost, Xu Du got up, and seemed to give up the seat to Tao Zheng naturally: "You have a hand."

Naturally, Tao Zheng became nervous, and when he got nervous, he made a Tian Yuan at the first hand. Xu Du laughed at the side rather unkindly, and had no intention of taking care of the nervousness of the tsundere student at all.

Tao Zheng looked nervously at Teacher Xu who was facing him. Teacher Xu lowered his eyes and raised his hand without saying anything.

Xu Dushou watched for a while, then got up and waved his hands: "I'm going to see my dear old mother."

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"Mom~" Xu Du poked his head into the kitchen, his mother was standing with Zhou Jixing, the two of them had a good understanding, one was in charge of washing, the other was in charge of cutting, "I can smell the smell of marinated eggs."

Teacher Zhuang: "The smell is not for you to eat."

Xu Du: "..."

Xu Du wanted to accuse Mr. Zhuang that you were ruthless, cruel and unreasonable.

Xu Du walked in, only to see the zong leaves on the ground with their heads bowed.

Teacher Zhuang was very lacking in mother-child love. One second, he was still smiling at Zhou Jixing, but the next second he saw Xu Du sneaking in, and immediately changed his face: "What are you doing here, you don't think it's crowded enough?"

Xu Du squatted by the side of the bucket, twisted a piece of rice dumpling, turned his head and asked, "Make rice dumplings? How many months has it been?"

"It's not what you want to eat for several months."

"what?"

"Go! Go! Go!"

Xu Du was kicked out by his mother in a daze. He was standing at the door of his kitchen. On the one hand, his father was pretending to be serious and asked about Tao Zheng's situation at school. On the other hand, his mother was making love to his partner , Xu Du sighed helplessly, as if something was wrong with the script, and it seemed that his grand debut protagonist had no sense of existence.

The protagonist who has no sense of existence can only retreat, hug the fish food, lean against the wall, and feed the fish with nothing to do.

Even the fish didn't give him much face, and continued to swim slowly in its own way, occasionally opening its mouth to eat a piece of fish food, then wagging its tail, and continuing its parade.

"Speak up!" Xu Du bent over and poked at the glass, "Huh? Did you leave after eating and wiping?"

This group of goldfish didn't show any dog ​​legs to Mr. Xu, let alone Xu Du, a temporary feeder.

Xu Du looked at the wagging tail, and sighed alone, he might as well play chess with his father, at least it was considered filial piety.

He didn't know what the two in the kitchen were talking about. Teacher Zhuang straightened the glutinous rice and mixed the meat that was almost marinated with chopsticks: "Xiao Zhou, you have worked hard these days."

Comrade Xiao Zhou drained the soaked seashells. He lowered his eyes: "It's nothing."

Teacher Zhuang: "I looked at the ring on Xu Du's hand."

Teacher Zhuang said, and put the trays of ingredients on the small table next to her, and pulled two small stools beside her. She sat there, and the aroma of corn in the pressure cooker slowly overflowed with the steam: " Come, sit down."

Zhou Ji walked over and sat down, watching Teacher Zhuang tie the leaves of the zongzi to the legs of the table, her fingers were nimble, and her tone was calm: "Just treat me as a narcissist. Ever since Xu Du brought you back, I have been Always think of yourself as your half-mother."

Zhou Jixing's only communication with normal families comes from the Xu family, and he still has a little clumsiness in yearning for this aspect. This is also the first time Teacher Zhuang talked with him in such a serious manner: " No... I, like you very much."

Teacher Zhuang smiled, and the years have softened too much: "Don't be so nervous. Although our family doesn't have any rules and regulations, we often sit together and discuss major issues like this."

The words "our family" gradually made Zhou Jixing relax.

Teacher Zhuang said and handed him a zong leaf in the bucket, "Can you wrap it?"

Zhou Jixing took the water-stained zong leaves: "A little bit."

"Then you see how I make it." Teacher Zhuang slowed down and repeated the process of how to roll the leaves twice, then scooped some raw glutinous rice, added two or three pieces of marinated meat, one or two seashells, Spread a thin layer of glutinous rice on top, "Do you like sweet or salty?"

Zhou Jixing: "It's all okay."

To be honest, Zhou Jixing doesn’t really eat zongzi. Xiaobing will prepare some for him every year. Zhou Jixing often doesn’t even touch it. Calories, that is, just when the Dragon Boat Festival is on the show, I will taste two bites on the show.

Teacher Zhuang: "Xu Du also eats both. He dips the bean dumplings in sugar, and he eats the salty meat dumplings. You have to eat both. Next time at the Dragon Boat Festival, I will make bean dumplings for you two. Try both."

Zhou Jixing nodded and watched as she tied the wrapped zongzi to the rope hanging on the table, and the first zongzi was hung on it.

Mr. Zhuang: "Have you two received the certificate for half a year?"

Zhou Jixing: "Well, it's been more than half a year. When this matter is over, we plan to hold a wedding."

Teacher Zhuang smiled: "Very good, this is very good, Xu Du, although there is no great prospect, but for my child, I am satisfied."