When Huo Jinyu heard his father's long words, he didn't even bat an eyelid. He straightened his crossed long legs and picked up a small ornament on the table next to him that was used to place a vase.
Hook your feet on the leg post under the ornament, drag it to the front of the sofa, then raise one leg and put it on it in a heroic manner, swinging it back and forth. The posture... is too leisurely.
While strolling around, he nonchalantly replied to his father, asking Mr. Huo not to waste his efforts.
"You should take a break! I've been kicking you for twenty years, but I still haven't seen you kick me out of the Huo family's gate."
"Hey! You little bastard, how dare you talk to me like that..." Old Master Huo almost pointed at Huo Jinyu's nose and cursed, his eyes wide open, "Sit up straight! This is outrageous!"
After glaring at his unruly younger son, Mr. Huo changed his tone and became amiable again when facing Jiang Qingzhou.
"Look at Xiao Jiang, who is also sitting on the sofa, so well-behaved and well-behaved."
Jiang Qingzhou's hands trembled as he was peeling an apple. He never expected that one day he would become a control group for Huo Jinyu and become the well-behaved child in the eyes of old man Huo.
It feels so novel.
"Look at you again. I'd say that the 206 bones in your body are growing in the opposite direction, defying gravity. Otherwise, how come everyone else can sit well, but you stand out from the crowd?"
“Thanks for the compliment!”
Jiang Qingzhou listened to the conversation between the father and son, lowered his head and pursed his lips, and couldn't help but smile.
Huo Jinyu and Mr. Huo are a perfect match, especially when Mr. Huo frequently comes up with "golden sentences" and "scolds" Huo Jinyu, which is so funny.
So trendy! So fashionable! The occasional finishing touch is also exquisite and amazing.
Well! He should concentrate on peeling his apple and just watch and listen to the verbal dispute between the father and son.
Just quietly serve as the background board.
"Oh my... You think your father is really praising you, but you can't even tell the difference between good and bad words. Oh! I don't know who you inherited this worrying IQ from."
"Anyway, it's not like my mother."
Almost as soon as Mr. Huo finished speaking, Huo Jinyu replied, and then smiled at Mrs. Huo, how can I say it, especially... sunny.
Like a sunflower waving in the wind.
“Mom…oh…” That “oh” with a prolonged ending is very meaningful and profound.
"You can't write two Huos with one stroke." Old Madam Huo spoke elegantly, using a double entendre. After a pause, she added, "Your IQ will naturally follow the surname you take."
When Huo Jinyu heard that his mother was on his side, his smile became even more vigorous: "Dad, you heard it, Mom said that my IQ is all from you. So don't blame me, why don't you face the facts?"
Mr. Huo: “…” Bullshit! Face the facts!
What’s good is up to your mother, what’s bad is up to him.
What a ridiculous and perverse logic. Think about other people's children born in old age. They are born to repay their parents and are well-behaved and filial. But this one in his family is different. He is here purely to collect debts.
Could it be that in the previous life, the ancestor of the Huo family dug up the ancestral grave of the youngest son's ancestors, so the youngest son came to the Huo family to collect the debt in this life
Thinking about this great possibility, Mr. Huo sighed repeatedly.
Alas! Alas! Alas!
"Dad, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you're not young anymore, so stop sighing. It'll shorten your life!"
"Hey! You little brat, you are saying the opposite of what you mean, right? How long have I lived to have someone like you chasing after me? I'm thankful that you haven't pissed me off to death. I'm going to burn some incense and pay my respects to you."
"It's not that exaggerated—"
A peeled apple was brought in front of him. Huo Jinyu immediately gave up the argument with his father, reached out to take the apple, and took a big bite.
"Xiao Jiang, don't spoil that brat. He has arms and hands, and all his limbs are intact."
"Uncle, it's just peeling an apple, it's no big deal." Jiang Qingzhou said with a faint smile, revealing a pair of cute dimples on his lips.
Why does this child have the temper of a little lamb? He does whatever his youngest son says and doesn't know how to resist at all.
Old Master Huo shook his head, and it was unclear whether he was shaking his head for Huo Jinyu or for Jiang Qingzhou.
After a while, he brought another red apple to Jiang Qingzhou.
Huo Jinyu was happily chewing an apple, his mouth was not idle, and he said in a complacent tone: "Dad, do you know what your behavior is called now? It's called 'jealousy'. You are jealous that someone peeled an apple for me, but you didn't."
Huo Jinyu's background music at this time is, "click", "click", "click" -
"Why can't an apple shut your mouth?"
Old Master Huo squinted his eyes with disdain and said in full force, "Why would I be jealous of you? An apple? I could have eaten more apples than you."
Huo Jinyu sighed, "The past tense is not the same as the present tense. Explanation is concealment, and concealment is the truth. Only people who can't eat apples will say that apples are sour. If you have the guts, ask your mom to peel one for you."
It depends on whether her mother will shave it or not.
After Huo Jinyu finished speaking, he took another big bite with "Ah Wu" and "Crunch". In a second, he evolved from a rich young man into a happy and cute Husky who was eating.
Jiang Qingzhou had already lowered his head and continued to be his background.
Old Master Huo glared at his youngest son, who was lying down and talking without any back pain and making sarcastic remarks all the time, calling him a rascal.
He rubbed his forehead for two seconds, then said earnestly: "It is the tradition of the old Huo family that the husband peels apples for his wife. You should be more careful, and don't ask your wife to peel apples for you in the future."
Huo Jinyu was unhappy when he heard this. He sat up and raised his eyebrows: "It's a matter of mutual consent. Maybe my wife will be happy to peel apples for me!"
"Everyone can daydream, but you are so crazy and yet you still wish that a girl would fall in love with you and peel an apple for you? Oh! I forgot... You don't even have a clue of the eight characters."
Huo Jinyu: “!” His father knew how to poke him in the heart.
Background Jiang Qingzhou silently quickened the speed of peeling the apple.
After a lot of effort, they managed to win back a game. Seeing that his youngest son finally ran out of words to answer him, Mr. Huo laughed loudly and continued with the next sentence he had just said.
"I don't think any girl would be blind enough to fall for you."
"Oh! He is attracted to you, but I guess he is not attracted to you as a person, but to your money and your family background."
Mr. Huo hit the nail on the head.
After being stabbed twice in the chest, Huo Jinyu no longer even enjoyed chewing apples.
"If you don't believe me, ask your mother. See if your mother agrees with what I say." Mr. Huo turned his head and looked at Mrs. Huo again. His intention of forming cliques and forming sworn brothers was obvious.
Speaking of Huo Jinyu's lifelong affairs, Old Madam Huo was also troubled. She knew very well the character of this youngest son, whom she had born out of wedlock, and she wanted to keep him out of trouble in the future.
It was rare for Mrs. Huo to stand on Mr. Huo's side: "My son! If you don't change your temper, you'd better not go out and harm other good girls."
The horn of victory has sounded.
This time it was Mr. Huo's turn to be complacent. He straightened his back, looked at his youngest son with a dark face, and laughed, "Did you hear that? Your mother also thinks that you are single, and it's good to be single."
"-Uh... Uncle, have an apple."
Jiang Qingzhou, who had been acting as a background board, suddenly showed up and made his presence felt.
"Hey! You peeled it for me. Good boy, you are so filial."
Old Master Huo happily took the peeled red apple and showed it off to Huo Jinyu, saying, "Look! Look at Xiao Jiang, how sensible! He even knew to peel the apple for me, your father. If it were you, I'm afraid I wouldn't even get a piece of apple peel."
Huo Jinyu's face became darker as he turned against his father in the background. He said to Jiang Qingzhou in a very aggressive tone, "My dad has hands. Why are you peeling apples for him?"
Jiang Qingzhou gave a sweet smile in return and explained in a low voice: "I peeled one for you just now."
Huo Jinyu was suddenly speechless.
Seeing his youngest son being choked and speechless, Old Master Huo felt relieved from the bottom of his heart. You have finally come to this day.
His mood suddenly became as refreshing as autumn. Mr. Huo took a bite of the apple. He had very good teeth. While chewing the apple, he did not forget to say something to his youngest son.
"Ouch~ It tastes bad!"
As Mr. Huo spoke, he handed Jiang Qingzhou another red apple.
Huo Jinyu had an expressionless face, and suddenly, as if to vent his anger, he bit the apple hard, wolfed down the apple in a few gulps, and threw the apple core into the trash can.
Feeling depressed.
Jiang Qingzhou had already peeled two apples, so he had accumulated experience. When he peeled the third apple, his hands were fast and steady. In less than half a minute, a long strip of apple peel was separated from the flesh.
He handed the peeled apple to Madam Huo and said with a gentle smile, "Aunt, have an apple."
Before Mrs. Huo could even open her mouth to speak, Mr. Huo said, "Xiao Jiang, your aunt has a bad stomach. She can't eat raw or cold food. It's hard for her to digest. You can eat it yourself."
"Well! Don't feed apples to my mother. Apples are too hard and her teeth are not good. She can't chew them."
Huo Jinyu also said something afterwards. It was rare for the father and son to have the same opinion.
Madam Huo lingered for a few seconds at the apple that Jiang Qingzhou held in front of her, and said regretfully, "I haven't eaten an apple in many years."
Jiang Qingzhou changed the topic and said, "Aunt, let me squeeze you a glass of apple juice." He saw that there was a juicer in the ward.
"My mom meant that she wanted to chew the apple, but she couldn't chew it, not that she wanted to drink the apple juice."
"What Jinyu said is exactly what I want to say."
Mrs. Huo said something after Huo Jinyu, which was considered to be an affirmation of Huo Jinyu's explanation. After that, she smiled and waved at Jiang Qingzhou: "Good boy, eat by yourself."
This child is so well-behaved and quiet. When he is quiet and silent, if it weren't for his distinctive face and strong presence, it would be easy for people to ignore his existence.
Jiang Qingzhou nodded slightly, put down the fruit knife, and lowered his head to eat the apple.
Old Madam Huo couldn't help but take a few more glances. She stared at Jiang Qingzhou's gentle and elegant appearance as he ate the apple, and compared it with the way her youngest son was chewing the peony in big mouthfuls just now. She suddenly sighed in her heart.
In her lifetime, she and Old Huo gave birth to six children, all of whom were raised healthy. Among the six children, the youngest, Jinyu, looked the most like her, but it was precisely this child who looked the most like her that had a temperament least like her, nor like Old Huo, and even unlike anyone in the Huo family.
The reason behind this is probably because Huo Jinyu had a child in her old age and he was also the youngest child in the family, so she and Old Huo had always been particularly fond of the youngest son since he was young.
And most importantly, it's not just her and Old Huo who favor their younger brother. Several grown-up brothers and sisters also treat this younger brother, who is much younger than them, with love and pampering.
If she and Old Huo were completely obedient to their youngest son, then the older brothers and sisters were completely obedient to their youngest brother.
It is not an exaggeration to say that if you want the stars, you won’t get the moon.
Later, as the youngest son grew up, the family suddenly realized that the youngest son seemed to have been raised wrongly by them.
He didn't do anything that humans should do, but he did everything that humans shouldn't do.
Recalling the great "big things" her youngest son had done when he was a child, Mrs. Huo rubbed her aching forehead.
She couldn't think about it anymore and had to find something else to divert her attention so as to remove the troublemaker, her youngest son, from her mind.
Mrs. Huo thought so, and her eyes fell on Jiang Qingzhou again. She asked casually, "Xiao Jiang is in Beijing University, so he should be very popular among girls, right?"
"Ah..." Jiang Qingzhou looked up and blinked. His cheeks were flushed with a thin layer of red. He spoke awkwardly and unnaturally, "No, no... I'm not very popular with girls. In fact, in Beijing University, if you want to talk about who is the most popular among girls, it must be classmate Huo."
Huo Jinyu's haters, ahead—
Mr. Huo arrived at the battlefield.
After hearing what Jiang Qingzhou said, Mr. Huo immediately snorted from his nose, took a bite of the apple and said a word.
"Is it a real welcome or a fake welcome... There is a clear difference... If he was really popular in Beijing... Why hasn't he been able to find a girlfriend since the start of school..."
Jiang Qingzhou: “.” This question is not easy to answer, so let’s skip it.
Because he was a little confused about what Mr. Huo meant. Logically speaking—
The Huo family and the Song family are almost old friends. Huo Jinyu and Song Yan grew up together. Jiang Qingzhou didn't believe that the Huo family would be unaware of what was going on between the two children.
After all, Huo Jinyu has been pursuing Song Yan in a big way for so many years. Unless everyone in the Huo family is "blind", knows nothing about it and completely ignores Huo Jinyu, they must know about it.
Maybe I don't know it so clearly, but I have definitely heard of it more or less.
Since I have heard about it, I also know that Huo Jinyu is pursuing Song Yan.
Why did Mr. Huo say that Huo Jinyu couldn't even have a girlfriend
Weird? Very weird!
Could it be that the Huo family is not satisfied with Song Yan as their daughter-in-law? Jiang Qingzhou couldn't help but wonder.
"—Dad! You're almost there. What do you mean I can't even find a girlfriend? If I want to have a girlfriend, just wave your hand... I can bring you a reinforcement group."
"I just don't want to. I promised Yanyan, and Yanyan also promised me that we would be together when we grow up—"
When Mr. Huo heard his youngest son start talking about the trivial "agreement" from the past again, he quickly interrupted Huo Jinyu and signaled him to stop talking.
"Son, please let that little girl from the Song family go."
"Please be kind! Please let him go."
"It was a joke we played when we were kids. How many years have passed since then... Ten years or so, right? People have long forgotten it, but you, a silly boy, are still remembering it. You have a lot of potential!"
Old Master Huo sighed for a while, sometimes he sighed that his youngest son was too simple-minded, sometimes he sighed that his youngest son was too stubborn, and the little girl from the Song family had no intention of that kind towards him at all.
If... if there was even the slightest bit of interest, even the slightest hint, he would go to the Song family and talk about it, even if it meant sacrificing his old reputation, so that the two families could become closer.
The key is, no! This kind of relationship cannot be forced. The little girl from the Song family once said clearly that she didn't like her youngest son.
But my youngest son seems to have no ears and is deaf. He is stubborn and insists on banging his head against the wall. He won't even look back after he has knocked the wall down.
He couldn't think about it anymore. If he continued, he would get a headache. This youngest son had caused him and his wife so much worry.
"—Dad!! Who the hell are you?" Huo Jinyu couldn't help but raise her voice and turned up the volume at the same time, "If you don't want me to find you a daughter-in-law, just tell me directly. There's no need to be sarcastic. Do you want to ask me whether I am a good-for-nothing or a bad-for-nothing?"
After finishing his apple and discarding the core, Mr. Huo told his youngest son the truth: "To be honest, I really don't want to. Even a big white goose like you would bow down to your stubborn character.
I don’t want to listen to your chatter every day in my old age. Today you quarreled with your wife at home, and tomorrow you fought with your wife at home again.
If you make your wife run away to her parents' home, do you want me to beg your in-laws to bring your wife back? I can't afford to lose face like that."
Huo Jinyu pursed her lips and retorted: "I will definitely coax my own wife myself."
"You—?" Mr. Huo looked his youngest son up and down and gave an example, "You even want your future wife to peel an apple for you, and you still want to coax yourself? I'm telling you this, do you believe it?!!"
Huo Jinyu: “…” How infuriating! But he couldn’t refute it.
Because I lack confidence.
Mr. Huo asked his youngest son not to refute his words. He was very clear in his mind and asked again: "Let me ask you one question. If your future daughter-in-law wants to eat apples, will you peel them for her?"
"She has arms, so why does she need me to shave them for her?"
Huo Jinyu blurted out these words without thinking, and he didn't realize there was anything wrong with them.
After thinking for a while, he continued, "Besides, there are a lot of nannies at home. They can carve an apple castle for her with just a request. Why would I need to carve it for her myself?"
When Mr. Huo heard his youngest son's analysis, which he thought was very reasonable and well-founded, he sighed deeply.
I remember that he was not like this when he was pursuing his wife. His youngest son is such a fool. I really don’t know who he inherited this stupidity from.
Jiang Qingzhou, who was watching from the sidelines, was speechless. Huo Jinyu's emotional intelligence was most likely hopeless and he was destined to be alone for the rest of his life.
"As for me...your mother and I, we want to live two more years. We don't want to be pissed off by you in advance! So you should stay single. You are suitable to be single for the rest of your life. Anyway, our Huo family can afford it."
Old Master Huo was talking to himself, and then he glanced at his little son who was slumped on the sofa as if all the bones in his body were broken. It was really unbearable to look at.
He said to the man, "Your mother and I need to rest. You can disappear now."
He turned his head and looked at Jiang Qingzhou, his expression instantly changed into that of a kind grandfather, and warned: "Xiao Jiang, I know this naughty boy in my family. Don't be too obedient and too dependent on him in everything. He will push his luck and make it worse... and..."
Before the last part of "no end" was uttered, Huo Jinyu had already pulled Jiang Qingzhou and disappeared in the ward at the speed of light.
Mr. Huo was left standing at the door of the ward, shaking his head for a while, and then he said to Mrs. Huo with emotion: "Xiao Jiang is too docile, just like a little lamb, so soft. It's hard to find such a good child even with a lantern... Oh! It would be great if he was a girl."
If it was a girl, his youngest son might still have a glimmer of hope.
You won’t die alone.
Mrs. Huo felt the same way. She pondered for a moment and said something that stunned Mr. Huo.
"Actually... I don't object to boys either."
Mr. Huo: “…”