I heard that my roommate is a celestial master

Knowing that he came to his house as "He Heng's boyfriend", the always prudent little celestial master walked hand in hand all the way.

"I don't think so."

He Heng couldn't understand his boyfriend's reaction very well, "Isn't it just to meet a parent, and you haven't recovered yet?"

Qi Shu was very calm: "It's over, I'm fine."

"My boyfriend said that he slowed down."

He Heng held his hand, "But my boyfriend's hand isn't there, and it's still cold while sweating continuously."

Qi Shu: "..."

Qi Shu calmly withdrew his hand.

He Heng knew how nervous his little boyfriend was right now, so he thoughtfully took him around the vegetable market three times, bought three catties of eggplants and two pockets of potatoes, and was spared two green peppers by the stall owner.

"Uncle Liu, our family doesn't eat three delicacies today,"

He Heng tried to refuse, "Today, my partner is coming to have dinner together, and we are going to cook roasted eggplant and potato stewed chicken."

Uncle Liu happily greeted him to the meat and poultry area: "Old Zhang! Boy Heng is here today! Cut chicken for him!"

Across two rows of stalls, Uncle Zhang from the meat and poultry section responded loudly, chopping loudly on the chopping board with a kitchen knife: "Okay! Come here, Boy Heng! Uncle Zhang will chop you an old hen!"

The hospitality was hard to come by, so He Heng had no choice but to travel across mountains and rivers to carry a bag of chicken.

"No more spins."

He Heng stopped the fourth round that his boyfriend was going to start in time, "Even if we can choose the vegetable market for our first date, but my mother and I have already bought vegetables in the morning, and we really can't eat any more."

Just go on a date.

Who's going on a date to a place like the vegetable market.

He Heng disapproved of his idea of ​​discriminating against the vegetable market: "Then what's the matter, we've fast forwarded to the old couple mode, think about it, isn't it quite romantic?"

Qi Shu is almost immune to his strange words from time to time, and he can even add two sentences: "Well, it's as romantic as chicken nuggets."

He Heng: "..."

He Heng took the bag of chicken a little farther away.

"Actually, my mother probably didn't want to entrust me with such a difficult task."

It was a pity for He Heng, "At first I wanted to go for a walk with you, but now that we are carrying the chicken, we have to go home quickly."

As soon as he heard "go home", the boyfriend who had already recovered began to hold hands and feet together again.

He Heng made a choice between "the chicken might go bad" and "let Qi Shu relax for a while", and decided to take him around the neighborhood twice.

Qi Shu followed him and took two steps outside, then suddenly thought of something: "Wait, I'll go back and buy a fruit basket."

"Why buy a fruit basket?"

He Heng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It's expensive and tastes bad, so just take advantage of it, it's better to buy two catties of apples."

Qi Shu really had no experience in this field, so he nodded seriously and prepared to buy apples.

The little roommate is really too serious.

He Heng dragged him back in time: "No, no, I'm just giving you an example - just go home with me, look at our pile of dishes, we can't finish them."

This kind of dialogue has a sense of sight of an old couple.

Especially when paired with the vegetable market I just visited, the timeline has been pulled back by at least 40 years.

He Heng thinks his idea is very good: "Then you can pretend that we are an old couple and go back to meet the parents. Anyway, it's not the first time, so don't be nervous."

... There is no pretense in this thing.

It was not advisable to escape, so Qi Shu, with a heroic attitude, followed He Heng to stand at the door of the building, and rushed up the two flights of stairs in one go.

The back was once very tragic.

He had already made an agreement with his mother, and obviously his mother hadn't objected, but He Heng was still infected by him and felt a little nervous for no reason. He took several deep breaths before summoning up the courage to ring the doorbell.

Liu Xiaolan was mopping the floor, dragged a mop and opened the door for them, each with a pair of slippers: "Change your shoes first, and go sit on the sofa—Xiaoshu, right? Auntie, can I call you that?"

Although Qi Shu was so stiff that he couldn't breathe, his face was still calm: "It's okay, auntie, you..."

"Okay, that's what I'll call it then."

Liu Xiaolan raised the mop and pointed to the living room, "Go sit in the living room and ask Xiao Heng to turn on the TV for you. If you don't like to watch it, play with your mobile phone first. After I finish wiping the floor, I'll wash the fruits for you."

Qi Shu took it subconsciously: "I, let me wipe it for you, auntie."

Liu Xiaolan waved her hand boldly: "No, no, you can go and play. How can you do this when you come home for the first time? It's not suitable or not. The neighbors in the neighborhood will make fun of me as a mother-in-law."

...What is the mother-in-law spectrum.

The overly blunt words made the heat on Qi Shu's face that had been hard to dissipate suddenly rise again.He stood there quite awkwardly, neither advancing nor retreating.

My son's little boyfriend seems to be easily shy.

Since Liu Xiaolan received her marriage certificate, the invisible shackles on her body seemed to be broken at once. She was in good health both inside and out. Xiaoshu goes to the sofa, I just dragged it here, don't let your feet touch the floor."

He Heng who just took a step: "..."

He Heng tried to reason with his mother: "Mom, I think your requirements are a little bit high."

Liu Xiaolan cheered him on by waving a mop.

You can't reason with your mother.

He Heng took the mop willingly, followed behind Qi Shu to wipe off a series of footprints, and then wiped it back backwards. By the way, he wiped off the last remaining porch before stepping on tiptoe along the junction of the tiles with great difficulty. Come over and catapult yourself into the couch.

Little roommates seem to be on pins and needles.

He Heng leaned over and took a look at the kitchen: "My mother is washing fruit... Then what, just now it is a popular way to say that it is a mother-in-law. It does not mean that it must be a mother-in-law."

He Heng is quite strict on this matter: "I discussed this issue with my mother yesterday, we should not divide this, just call mom together."

Now that he has reached the step of calling Auntie, Qi Shu is already so nervous that his whole body is stiff.Fortunately, Liu Xiaolan didn't say anything to him since entering the door, just greeted him with gossip, and didn't come over after sitting on the sofa. Qi Shu calmed down for a while, and became a little more at ease.

He Heng felt that he had let down his vigilance a little too early, so he gave him a spoiler in advance: "My mother means to follow the rules, and there is a red envelope. It was prepared yesterday, and I will give it to you after dinner."

Qi Shu: "...!!!"

Qi Shu visibly turned red again.

"What's the matter, is it hot?"

Liu Xiaolan came over with a plate of grapes, just in time to see the blushing face of her boyfriend brought back by her son, turned around to feel the temperature carefully, and turned on the air conditioner for them very considerately: "Boys have strong firepower, Xiaoheng had a big winter before. I insist on eating popsicles, I didn’t believe it when you said it was hot…”

He Heng didn't expect that what happened many years ago could be rehabilitated, and he was very moved at the moment: "It's not my mother, I was really not hot at the time, I just thought it would be cool to eat popsicles in winter."

Liu Xiaolan: "..."

Liu Xiaolan was very angry: "Go wash and cut the watermelon and bring it here. What are you doing on the sofa?"

#Three sentences let my mother quickly arrange work for me#

He Heng led the order to go to the kitchen, and Liu Xiaolan put down the grapes and sat on the sofa, and took out a red envelope from her pocket.

With He Heng's announcement just now, Qi Shu became even more nervous when he looked at the red envelope again, and subconsciously changed his words: "Mom..."

Liu Xiaolan had been rehearsing the rhetoric in her heart all morning and before she could say it, she was suddenly called out, and she was stunned for a moment: "I, did I slip up just now?"

He Heng stretched out a hand in the kitchen: "I, I, I, I said."

This kind of spoiler behavior is very excessive.

Liu Xiaolan angrily punished him for cutting three more apples, then happily responded to Qi Shu, and handed the red envelope to this well-behaved boy: "Hey, good boy, take it quickly!" , This is the red envelope that mom prepared for you, take it away, this is not necessary."

No matter how you talk about it, the change of mouth fee is wrapped in a red envelope in your hand, and you really have to accept it.Qi Shu tried hard to squeeze out a little reason from his overheated mind, and took it with both hands very politely: "Thank you...Mom."

Liu Xiaolan nodded with a smile: "Hey, be good, be good, the two of you should be good."

He Heng came over with a fruit plate, and was just about to answer the conversation happily, when Liu Xiaolan asked him dissatisfiedly: "What's the matter with you? Didn't the red envelope be notified in advance?"

"Aren't I afraid that Qi Shu will misunderstand you?"

He Heng handed an apple over by himself, and said with a smile, "What if I don't know in advance, and when I see you take out the money, I think the following is a plot of 'take this money and leave my son', and run away on the spot?"

It's very thoughtful.

Liu Xiaolan reflected deeply for a while: "Xiaoheng, your mother won't ask you to watch TV dramas with me when you are on vacation. Just do your homework and play with your phone."

He Heng has been poisoned by all kinds of domineering presidents and anti-Japanese dramas for so many years. He suddenly got this amnesty. He was very excited for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Why, Mom, is there any reason?"

"You are still young, it seems that you can't distinguish between TV dramas and reality."

Liu Xiaolan was worried, "You must stop watching these mindless TV shows."

He Heng: "..."

He Heng tried to explain: "Mom, I'm just making an analogy..."

Liu Xiaolan didn't listen to his explanation at all, and pushed the two of them into the side sleeper: "Okay, it's getting late, and the ground is almost done now, don't sit here and watch TV, you go to the bedroom and play for a while, Mom is going to start cooking."

Qi Shu consciously wanted to go to the kitchen to help, but was pulled back by He Heng, and locked the bedroom door behind his back: "Don't go, don't go. We in this area pay attention to this, whether it's a son-in-law or a daughter-in-law. At least for the first time, you can’t do any work—although we are not next to each other, we have to go to the countryside to do as the Romans do.”