"Dad, I'm back. Do you have anything to eat? I'm so hungry."
Jiang Xingzhou rubbed his almost frozen face, pushed his luggage aside, and started to change his shoes while holding onto the cabinet.
Jiang Guangyou heard his son's cry, and then a large suitcase rolled over from the entrance, but no one was seen.
Jiang Xingzhou didn't hear any sound and was immediately confused. The lights in the house were on, so it was understandable that Ms. Lin was not at home because she had classes, but what about his husband Jiang
What's more, the TV sound was on.
He kicked off his shoes and reached over to the sofa to take a look.
His father was sitting on the sofa watching TV seriously.
He didn't believe it and called out again, "Dad, I'm back."
Jiang Guangyou turned his head, glanced at him and nodded.
"That's it?"
After all, he is not in school anymore. Every time he goes home during the holidays, his parents are very active in doing things for him. No one likes him when he goes home as a office worker.
Jiang Xingzhou sighed, pushed his suitcase towards the door of his room, and sat down next to Jiang Guangyou.
"Dad, have you had dinner yet? Is there anything left for me?"
He patted Jiang Guangyou's arms with particular diligence, with a smile on his face, praying that his father would look at him more.
His efforts were not in vain. Jiang Guangyou paused his spy drama and turned to look at him.
Jiang Xingzhou looked expectant.
Jiang Guangyou: “No.”
Jiang Xingzhou was about to say that he didn't love her anymore when he heard his father say, "Your mother said that you learned how to cook, so she asked you to come home and cook for us."
Jiang Xingzhou: “???”
It's not just the absence of love.
The blood relationship is almost severed.
But knowing his father, he didn't believe it.
"Are you sure? My mom wants me to cook?" He pretended to take out his cell phone, "I'll call my mom and ask her now."
Jiang Guangyou's expression finally couldn't hold back any longer.
He held Jiang Xingzhou's hand and prevented him from taking out his phone, and finally he became happy.
"Your mother is in class, why did you call her to disturb her? Can I, your father, lie to you about such a small matter?"
Jiang Xingzhou said expressionlessly: "Yes."
Jiang Guangyou: “…”
Seeing his father's attitude, Jiang Xingzhou knew that the task of cooking must have been given to his father. As for why he was asked to do it, it was just his father falsely conveying the imperial decree.
"Dad, does my mom know that you forged the imperial edict?"
Jiang Xingzhou spread his arms aside and said, "I've been busy all day. I just did a round of Tai Chi with my father-in-law. I'm so tired. Dad, please be kind and give me some food."
Jiang Guangyou became excited when he heard him talking about his father-in-law.
"Father-in-law? Are you married?"
"No, this is a done deal. Last time my mom said we should meet before the New Year to get engaged. There's nothing wrong with me calling him father-in-law now."
Jiang Xingzhou straightened up and sighed, saying, "If Song Song hadn't been unable to come out, I would have asked Song Song out to eat tonight, and you wouldn't have to cook."
"You're dreaming. The girl just got home and you want to ask her out in the middle of the night. Are you handsome or rich?" Jiang Guangyou complained bluntly.
Jiang Xingzhou touched his chin, thinking about Jiang Guangyou's words.
After a while, he said seriously, "Dad, what should I do if I have both?"
Jiang Guangyou was completely speechless. How come he didn't know when his son became so narcissistic
"Okay, okay, I've prepared the meal. Wait until your mother comes home to eat. If you're hungry, drink some water first." Jiang Guangyou generously shared his thermos cup of wolfberries with Jiang Xingzhou.
Jiang Xingzhou was speechless, he knew it would be like this.
He drank up all of Jiang Guangyou's hot water without hesitation, even drinking the wolfberries.
Jiang Guangyou shook the thermos cup and immediately looked over with a frown.
After a while, he said, "Your face is from your mother's genes. As for money, I heard that you don't even make as much as your girlfriend?"
It was clearly a questioning tone, but it was so disarming.
Jiang Xingzhou was completely out of it: "Yeah, I'm a gigolo, Dad, you don't have to be envious, after all, we are the same, I got my genes from you."
After saying that, he quickly stood up and dodged Jiang Guangyou's kick.
Jiang Guangyou kicked him again, laughing and scolding, "Go away, kid, go back to your room and stop being an eyesore."
"Yes, sir!"
Jiang Xingzhou turned around and saluted him, then carried his suitcase back to the room.
Knowing that he was going home, Ms. Lin cleaned the room for him in advance and dried the sheets and quilts in the sun.
Jiang Xingzhou pushed open the suitcase and threw himself onto the soft bed.
At this moment, he really wanted to say, "I miss you so much."
After spending some time cuddling in his bed, Jiang Xingzhou took out his cell phone and sent a message to Song Ci.
Xingyunzaizhou: Calling headquarters, I have arrived home safely.
Xingyun Zaizhou: Song Song, are you home yet
Xingyun Zaizhou: Poor Jiang Jiang has no food to eat. I am about to cry.jpg
Xingyunzaizhou: Is there food to eat at Song Song’s house
Xingyunzaizhou: Do you want to go out for dinner together
The poor rabbit sheds tears.jpg
Jiang Xingzhou sent a series of messages, thinking that maybe he could really lure Song Ci to go out and play with him.
In fact, the Song porcelain was on the dining table at this time.
After parting with Jiang Xingzhou, her father looked at her with an expression of disappointment, which frightened her so much that she didn't dare to look at her phone the whole way.
Originally, she said she would stay in her room and report to Jiang Xingzhou that she was safe after arriving home. However, just as she put down her luggage and unlocked her phone, her mother called her to eat.
So she had to put her phone back into her pocket and wash her hands and eat.
At the dinner table, her parents began to ask her about her love life. Song Ci was so nervous that she broke out in a cold sweat, fearing that if she answered incorrectly, her parents would have a bad impression of Jiang Xingzhou.
She couldn't handle it herself, let alone find time to pick up her phone and reply to messages.
Her phone was always on silent mode but with vibrate function, so she could feel the vibration caused by WeChat messages.
The person who sent her the message at this time was most likely Jiang Xingzhou. After all, she had already reported to Liang Ting that she was safe when the subway arrived at the station.
The attacks from her parents at the dinner table finally died down, and Song Ci could finally breathe.
She took a sip of soup and looked at the dishes on the table, all of which she loved.
It is easy to guess that her mother must have prepared for a long time after knowing that she was coming back, so that she could have hot meals as soon as she got home.
Not to mention her father picked her up at the station.
So Song Ci temporarily put aside the news and focused on the meal at hand.
It seems that Jiang Xingzhou's news can only be explained when I return to my room at night. Jiang Xingzhou should be able to understand.
After finishing the meal, Song Ci took the initiative to clean up the dishes. After washing them, she immediately wanted to go back to the room to send a message to Jiang Xingzhou.
However, as soon as she came out of the kitchen, her mother called her over to watch TV on the sofa.
"Ci Ci, you said last time that you didn't plan to go back this time?" Her father suddenly brought up this matter.
"Yeah." Song Ci explained seriously, "I think it's better to go back home. Jiang Xingzhou and I were planning to open a store here."
"Open a store?" Father Song was not optimistic. "What store? Do you two have any experience? I see that neither of you studied this in college. Even if we take a step back, most stores will have negative profits in the early stages. In addition, renting a house, renovating it, hiring employees, etc., each of these requires money to support. Have you two thought about it? Do you have money?"
Also, what if it fails? Dad knows that you young people all have ideas and want to start a business, but opening a store is no joke. Your mother and I can help you a little the first time, but it won’t be that easy to start over the second time.”
After a pause, Father Song added: "One more question, what kind of store do you two want to open?"
Song Ci was completely stunned by her father's series of words.
After a while, she was finally able to catch up with her father's thoughts again.
She replied: "I want to open a bookstore, and Jiang Xingzhou wants to open a dessert shop. This is the current plan."
"Bookstore? That's a good idea." Her mother interrupted at the right time.
Arriving at the dessert shop, Yang Xiuli was puzzled: "Why did Xiao Jiang want to open a dessert shop?"
Song Ci explained: "He said his mother likes desserts."
"This child is very filial." Yang Xiuli immediately praised Jiang Xingzhou.
Father Song couldn't stand watching it anymore, so he continued with his own questions and made the pros and cons clear to Song Ci in advance.
"My daughter, Daddy won't discourage you. Let's talk about something simple. Since you are not going back, then you have quit your job, right? You have no source of income and want to find a house to renovate and open a store. Are you kidding me?"
The more Father Song thought about it, the more he felt that the two children had never considered the reality of the problem at all, and labeled Jiang Xingzhou as someone who was too ambitious.
Song Ci's face froze for a moment. She took a deep breath and planned to explain what happened.
"Dad, Mom, I want to confess something to you."
She lowered her head, not daring to look at her parents' expressions, afraid to see disappointment on their faces.
"What's wrong? Why are you so serious all of a sudden? Don't be afraid, Cici," Yang Xiuli patted Song Ci's hand gently, turned around and glared at her lover, and comforted Song Ci, "Your father is just like that, don't bother with him, at most I'll give you money for your first store, I've saved a lot of money over the years, don't be afraid, we have money."
Song Ci glanced at her mother cautiously and suddenly felt even more guilty.
She whispered, "Mom, it's not because of this. I want to tell you something else. I have kept it from you for a long time. I originally wanted to tell you later, but I think today is a good opportunity."
"Then you say, mom and dad are listening." Yang Xiuli did not let go of Song Ci's hand, and continued to pat it gently again and again, soothing Song Ci's anxious heart.
Song Ci closed his eyes, success or failure depended on this one move.
The worst that could happen is a scolding. If you're really angry, the worst that could happen is a beating.
It's nothing.
But for what she loves, she is willing to take the risk.
“I don’t actually have a job.”
"What?"
"Actually, Mom knows."
Two voices and completely different answers scared Song Ci. She looked at her mother with wide eyes.
Mom, does she know that she doesn’t have a job
When did it happen
That’s right, she knew her mother knew that account, yet she was still so unscrupulous with Jiang Xingzhou.
Yang Xiuli's expression softened and she said gently, "Ci Ci, Mom wants to hear your thoughts."
"This..." Mr. Song wanted to interrupt, but was glared back by Yang Xiuli.
How come he didn't know that his daughter didn't have a job
How does Song Dynasty porcelain survive outside
You can't say that you ate that brat Hua Jiang Xingzhou.
He wouldn't allow this to happen!
Yang Xiuli's calm and gentle expression made Song Ci feel extremely safe, and she had the courage to continue speaking.
“In fact, I didn’t look for a job when I first graduated.
As early as when I was in school, I signed a contract on the website and started writing novels. I like writing novels and am willing to make it my future career.
During college, I saved tens of thousands of dollars by writing novels, so when I graduated, I rented a house there and planned to write full-time. Now, my performance on this book is pretty good, and I think I am still qualified as a full-time writer. "
Yang Xiuli extracted the key words: "novel?"
"Yeah, it's one of those online novels that you might normally see ads for."
"I know. Your neighbor Aunt Li showed it to me mysteriously last time."
Song Ci was surprised: "Mom, you read novels too?"
"Mom doesn't want to watch it." Yang Xiuli denied.
Song Ci: “…Oh.”
"Mom, let me summarize. In other words, your current job is to write novels? So opening a store won't interfere with your main job?"
Song Ci hissed softly and explained, "I think there may still be some delay. I may be tired during normal times, so I will update less frequently, and the royalties will be less."
"No, Mom, you mean you opened the store as a side job?"
"That's right."
Yang Xiuli was confused again: "What about Xiao Jiang? Does he know?"
Song Ci nodded: "He knows."
"What kind of job does Xiao Jiang do?" Yang Xiuli remembered that the two children had lied to her before, saying they were colleagues and had an office romance. Now it seemed that it was all fake.
At least Song Ci’s job is fake, so what about Jiang Xingzhou’s job
Yang Xiuli is unknown.
Song Ci didn't answer directly, but asked first: "So what do you think of my job as a novel writer?"
"Kid, I'm asking about Xiao Jiang's job."
Song Ci insisted: "If you don't answer my question first, I won't tell you."
Yang Xiuli couldn't persuade her, so she had to compromise and comment: "Then mom only asks you one question, is your salary enough for you to spend? You didn't spend Xiao Jiang's money before, did you?"
"Of course not," Song Ci said helplessly, "I told you before that I had savings since college."
"I didn't spend his money. I can make money on my own," Song Ci said with a little pride. "In fact, my royalties last month were twice his salary."
Actually it is 2.4 times.
"So many?" Father Song was shocked.
He asked, "Could it be that Xiao Jiang doesn't make money?"