Qian Ruqing had a greasy smile on her face. If Internet girls saw it, they would say: A typical CP.
She quickly took out a coin and took it to the kitchen to wash it. As she walked, she said, "Xiaoyun, you make one too. This year our family has two lucky dumplings. You have both. The one you make is for Yan Yan."
It doesn't matter that the mother-in-law and son-in-law have a bad relationship. The key is that Xiaoyun loves Yanyan! Qian Ruqing immediately recovered from his self-blame and worry.
It has to be said that she and Yan Yan are mother and son, their brain circuits are similar in some ways, and their optimism is exactly the same. Faced with the embarrassment caused by her good intentions, she suddenly adopted the attitude of "as long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed."
It was Zhuang Xian's first time to visit the Yan family. She was not used to the old and small house, but Qian Ruqing didn't care about her expression. She didn't have a good expression towards her own son anyway. Qian Ruqing talked to her in a rambling way. He didn't know what the conflict was between her and Xiaoyun. Qian Ruqing had his own logic and believed that the conflict between mother and son was not unsolvable.
She quickly brought out her family photo albums.
"Children have grown up and are no longer with their parents. It's better to be young. Even if they are naughty, they are just little troublemakers around their mothers. Look, this is Yan Yan just born, weighing 6.7 jin, and his father took this photo."
Zhuang Yiyun was wrapping dumplings, his eyes drifting towards the sofa, Yan Yan stretched out his hand to block his gaze.
"Mom, what's wrong with you? You're showing my naked butt everywhere!"
"Haha, don't all naked kids look like that? Next time you go to your mother Zhuang's house, go see Xiaoyun's naked butt."
Zhuang Xian didn't respond. Zhuang Yiyun's birth was not expected and no birth photos were taken.
Yan Yan's childhood photo album is very thick, and Qian Ruqing organized it very carefully. The photos are arranged by age, and the shooting dates and scenes are all written on the album, neatly.
"He would take a special photo of himself every year on his birthday... Look, this is that, his height line is engraved on the door frame, and the date when his height was measured is written on it."
Following Qian Ruqing's movements, Zhuang Xian couldn't help but look in the direction of her finger. It was in the corner of the wall from the living room to the bedroom, with many height lines drawn with colored pens and the date written in black pen next to them.
"Yan Yanchang has grown up and has become competitive. He is very concerned about his height. He gets really angry when someone doesn't grow to 1.80 meters."
"Mom! Ms. Qian!"
"Oh, there are only a few people at home. Are Xiaoyun and your mother Zhuang outsiders? Tell me what happened? Right, Xiaoyun."
Yan Yan turned around abruptly and glared at him, fearing that he would tell the story of how he was so angry about his height that he drank ice milk and went to the hospital in the middle of the night.
Zhuang Yiyun obviously thought of it, and the smile on his face deepened. Looking at Yan Yan, whose eyes were as big as bells, he suddenly wanted to tease him.
"Yes. Yes..."
Before he could finish his words, Yan Yan elbowed him in the waist. Zhuang Yiyun leaned forward and pressed his lips against the back of his head. He should have stepped back to create distance, but he reached out his hand in this position.
He gestured above Yan Yan's head and said, "I do care, but Yan Yan has grown taller recently. Now she is 182cm tall when she is next to me."
"Really?!" Qian Ruqing was surprised, "You can still grow taller at 21?"