lerbook Chapter 317 If I'm not good to you, who will I be good to?
Chapter 317 If I'm not good to you, who will I be good to?
Chapter 317 If I'm not good to you, who will I be good to?
Yu Huan was serving himself a bowl of rice when he suddenly heard a faint sound of the doorknob turning.
He couldn't help but turn his head away.
Lin Yourong gently pushed open the kitchen door, her bright black and white eyes sparkling with intelligence. She glanced around the kitchen before her gaze fell on the rice spoon in his hand.
She quickly reminded him, "I only need to eat half a bowl!"
Yu Huan smiled and nodded, replying, "So you're going to work on your physique, right?"
"I ate too much at lunch!"
As Lin Yourong's clear and melodious voice faded, her graceful figure walked past Yu Huan, then she rolled up her sleeves and offered to help serve the dishes.
With many people around, things got easier. Some served rice, others brought out dishes, and the mother-in-law tidied up the stove a little. Then the four of them sat down, and dinner finally began.
It was almost 7 p.m., and it was getting late.
Hungry, Yu Huan only wanted to eat heartily and devour his food.
Not long after.
Half a bowl of warm and delicious chicken soup went down my throat, followed by a bite of spicy and appetizing stir-fried beef with yellow peppers—
Yu Huan felt sweat starting to bead on his forehead.
Old Lin glanced at Yu Huan, who was wearing a wool sweater, and his gaze fell on the gray-blue cashmere scarf around his neck.
Behind his black-rimmed glasses, his eyes gleamed with a gentle smile as he asked, "Xiao Yu, what's with that scarf? It's so hot, why don't you take it off?"
Lin Yourong's chopsticks, which were about to pick up the lettuce, suddenly paused.
She hurriedly stood up slightly, quickly grabbed a tissue from the tissue box on the edge of the table with her left hand, and gently wiped Yu Huan's forehead.
Lin Yourong took a breath and thought for a moment, then said in a slightly dry voice, "He really likes this scarf. He thinks it looks good on him and doesn't want to take it off."
Hearing this, Yu Huan suppressed a smile and lowered her head slightly so that it would be easier for her to wipe his sweat.
The mother-in-law smiled and said, "You Rong, isn't this the scarf I bought for you a few years ago when we were shopping at Heiwado?"
"Yes, it's quite cold today, so I gave it to him to tie." Lin Yourong casually placed the crumpled paper on the table in front of her and nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
The mother-in-law turned her head slightly, but smiled at Yu Huan, who was silently watching Lin Yourong's performance, and said, "Xiao Yu, the air conditioner is on at home. It's uncomfortable to be covered up. It will be even more uncomfortable if your clothes get sweaty later. You can tie them when you go out."
Yu Huan pondered for a moment.
He was sweating profusely; if he said he wasn't hot, he would be insulting his mother-in-law's intelligence.
The two people sitting across from me at the table must have at least 1,600 cunning schemes between them.
His lips twitched slightly, but Lin Yourong suddenly interrupted, saying, "Mom, he can be stubborn sometimes. I told him to take his clothes off when he came in, but he wouldn't listen. Just leave him alone!"
As Old Lin ate his food, he observed his daughter's expression and couldn't help but chuckle softly, saying, "Yourong, don't be in such a hurry—"
“I’m not in a hurry!” Lin Yourong replied hastily.
Yu Huan coughed slightly and quickly said, "Dad, Mom, don't worry about me. I just drank soup and ate spicy food, so my forehead was a little sweaty, but my back wasn't wet. It's nothing."
"Yes!" Lin Yourong replied hastily.
Upon hearing this, Lao Lin turned to his mother-in-law and smiled, offering a brief analysis: "I didn't see Xiao Yu wearing a scarf this morning. You Rong brought her a meal at noon, and when Xiao Yu rode in my car tonight, I saw that she was wearing one."
The mother-in-law's gaze swept across the faces of the young couple across the table.
One had a calm expression, while the other looked nervous.
He couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Let's not speculate and just let them be."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan felt that the topic was getting increasingly absurd.
It was as if something unspeakable had happened between him and Lin Yourong in the office, and it was not appropriate to inquire about it.
There was nothing inappropriate, just a light kiss on the lips!
He took a small bite of rice and slowly said, "It's like this, last night I had gua sha on my neck and it left a little mark. Rongrong helped me apply concealer this morning, but I accidentally wiped it off while I was eating lunch, so she gave me her scarf to cover it up."
Although Yu Huan felt her right foot being stepped on and twisted halfway through her sentence, her calm tone remained unchanged.
After he finished speaking, he turned around and smiled at Lin Yourong.
Looking at his bright smile, Lin Yourong felt speechless. She had already said to let them go, so why did he take on this responsibility?
Old Lin nodded with a smile, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said, "So that's how it is, Xiao Yu. No wonder you looked so listless this morning. You really need some gua sha to help you recover."
Yu Huan moved her feet and clamped Lin Yourong's legs between them.
Just as he was about to reply, he saw Old Lin suddenly turn his head to look at his mother-in-law and say with a smile, "Why did you kick me?"
The mother-in-law glared at Lao Lin and said, "Let's eat. Why are you talking so much today?"
Yu Huan glanced at the elderly couple across the table, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lin Yourong's small face, which seemed to be flushed with a blush like the sunset. She was like a hamster, taking small bites and quickly munching on a stalk of bok choy.
He then smiled and said, "Mom, Dad is just concerned about us."
Old Lin was clearly suppressing a laugh. He nodded and said, "That's right. When a family eats together, it should be lively and cheerful. You can't even talk to each other."
Lin Yourong swallowed the bok choy in her mouth, then suddenly raised her head and scolded Old Lin, "I'm a singer, and I don't start until 10 p.m. You should think about how to entertain your son-in-law!"
"What do I need to entertain? We're family, so just be comfortable with whatever you want," Yu Huan quickly interjected.
The mother-in-law took a sip of chicken soup from her bowl and said with a slight smile, "I really like what Xiao Yu said. This is our own home, so there's no need to talk about entertaining or not."
Hearing Yu Huan's words to her mother, Lin Yourong, feeling utterly isolated and helpless, silently lowered her head and ate her food.
"Mom, you and Dad have always been so kind and approachable, which makes me feel especially warm. I'm so lucky to be a part of our family," Yu Huan said with a smile, her tone particularly sincere.
Old Lin suddenly sighed, "Xiao Yu, I should say I'm the lucky one. If it weren't for you, I would have died in that accident. I would have been on the verge of death long ago. How could I be sitting here having dinner with you all?"
The voice just fell.
His mother-in-law nudged him with her elbow and said reproachfully, "You just said that when the family eats together, it should be lively and cheerful. Can't you talk about something happy?"
Yu Huan quickly said, "Mom is right. Let's not talk about the past. It's more important that everyone is happy now!"
Lin Yourong's flushed face had calmed down a lot, and she suddenly nudged Yu Huan with her elbow: "He often speaks from the heart, especially when eating. You'll get used to it."
His words carried a slightly sarcastic tone.
Old Lin was immediately speechless—
He quickly picked up his water glass, swallowed the rice in his throat, and let out a sigh of relief: "I was just expressing my true feelings—"
Seeing that her father was unharmed, Lin Yourong immediately said with a smile, "Dad, don't get excited!"
"If you say less of those things that embarrass me, I'll live at least ten more years," Old Lin said, feigning anger and frowning.
The father and daughter, locked in a fierce battle of wits, finally made Yu Huan burst out laughing.
The mother-in-law couldn't help but chuckle and said to Yu Huan, "They rarely sit together without bickering. Yu, you'll get used to it."
Yu Huan nodded and smiled, saying, "Mom, practice makes perfect. I'm already used to it."
"I'm full!" Lin Yourong put down her chopsticks, stood up, and asked her mother-in-law, "Mom, is there any milk left at home?"
He called her "Mom" twice, and his mother-in-law's face lit up with a smile. She nodded slightly and replied, "It's in the cupboard."
"Oh."
Yu Huan turned slightly to the side and reached out with her left hand to tug at Lin Yourong's clothes: "Half a bowl of rice and a few bites of vegetables, and you're already full?"
"I want to make milk tea!" Lin Yourong turned and strode towards the kitchen. Hearing this, Yu Huan thought of the milk tea Lin Yourong had made before, and the taste was indeed perfect; she was truly skilled in this area.
He hurriedly emphasized, "Then I want the extra-large."
"Extra large? You've eaten so much food, aren't you afraid of getting fat like a ball? A medium cup would be good enough..." Lin Yourong's slightly teasing words gradually faded as the door closed.
The mother-in-law put down her chopsticks, smiled and said to Yu Huan, "You Rong has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. In the end, she will definitely make you some kind of extra-large cup."
Old Lin chewed slowly and picked up the thread: "She's just good with words, and sometimes she's not very good at expressing herself, but she's actually quite kind-hearted."
Yu Huan swallowed the food in her mouth and said with a smile, "Dad, I know. Rongrong has always been very good to me. I know that in my heart."
"Xiao Yu, it's good that you understand. From now on, you two should live a good life together and take good care of each other."
The old father suddenly changed the subject and asked:
"Are you going to Wangcheng tomorrow to run a farm stay business?"
Yu Huan nodded slightly, picked up a piece of chicken from her bowl, took a bite, and said while chewing, "Rongrong is going to Ji Meng's hometown tomorrow. She said there's a farmhouse nearby. Do you want to come along?"
Old Lin reached for the remaining half of the chopped chili fish head with the tip of his chopsticks and said with a smile, "We have to go to a friend's house tomorrow for his fiftieth birthday dinner."
"Oh."
Amidst the gossip, time seemed to be sped up.
The dishes gradually diminished as the two pairs of chopsticks swiftly picked them up.
As time went by, a pair of chopsticks slowed down and was soon placed on the edge of the rice bowl.
But Yu Huan continued chopping with her chopsticks.
Not long after.
Aside from the fact that there was still quite a bit of pork tripe and chicken left in the casserole, Yu Huan, having finished his meal, put down his chopsticks with satisfaction.
I had just let out a burp when a large enamel mug suddenly landed beside me.
A bright red "囍" (double happiness) character is printed on the cup, and the amber-colored milk tea inside ripples gently, with wisps of steam rising from it.
Here, your extra-large cup!
Hearing Lin Yourong's coquettish voice, Yu Huan turned his head and looked at her as she leaned down slightly, handing a mug to her mother-in-law.
He smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Old Lin placed his phone on the edge of the table, sighed, and interjected, "It seems my status in You Rong's heart has dropped another level; I'm ranked last now."
Upon hearing this, his mother-in-law quickly placed the mug beside his hand: "Does this have to be a matter of first or last? You drink first."
Lin Yourong rolled her eyes, utterly speechless. As she turned to the kitchen to fetch two more cups of milk tea, she said, "I just handed them over casually. There's no order to it. Dad, you're being 'sentimental' again!"
The phrase "true feelings revealed" carries a stronger emphasis.
Yu Huan smiled and decisively got up to start clearing the dishes, but she absolutely couldn't take this opportunity to get involved.
Seeing this, the mother-in-law smiled so much that crow's feet appeared at the corners of her eyes, and she also got up and said, "Xiao Yu, you can sit down, I'll do it."
Yu Huan quickly said, "Mom, I just finished eating, I need to move around a bit."
Old Lin picked up his cup, took a small sip of the piping hot milk tea, and watched the scene with a smile.
The years are quiet.
After a short while, Yu Huan wiped the water stains off the kitchen countertop and casually hung the rag on the rack.
He then squeezed some dish soap into his palm and rinsed the oil stains off his fingers under the tap.
After everything was finished, I walked out of the kitchen and looked around.
I glimpsed the elderly couple huddled on the sofa watching TV, while the wife sat on a wicker chair on the balcony looking at her phone.
The fingertip taps the screen, seemingly sending a message to someone.
He rushed to the dining table and picked up the heavy enamel mug.
As he passed by the sofa, his mother-in-law saw him and smiled, saying, "Xiao Yu, you're so hardworking, always running around taking care of things."
As Yu Huan paced back and forth, she waved her hand and said, "It's not hard work. Rongrong and I usually do the cooking and I wash the dishes. It's just part of my job."
This humorous remark made Lao Lin chuckle: "You two have a pretty clear division of labor."
Yu Huan stopped on the balcony, glanced at Lin Yourong's beautiful profile, shrugged, and said, "I'll just follow Rongrong's orders."
The voice just fell.
I glanced at the newly purchased wrought iron flower stand on the balcony, where two pots of camellias were in full bloom.
Yu Huan bent down to smell the delicate fragrance of the flowers and said with a smile, "Mom, you even made a special shelf to put these two pots of flowers on?"
Old Lin was taking a sip of milk tea when he picked up the conversation, saying, "Your mom really cherishes these two camellias. Last time I went shopping with her at the supermarket, we passed a flower shop, and she insisted on buying a stand for them."
Yu Huan turned around.
I saw my mother-in-law bending down to pick up the remote control from the coffee table and change the channel: "It's not very nice to put it on the balcony floor. It looks much better with a shelf."
"That does make it look more classy."
Yu Huan picked up her enamel mug, lowered her head slightly, and took a big gulp of milk tea.
The warm liquid slid down my throat, as if a warm current was spreading through my body, bringing me a sense of comfort and ease.
He watched the television screen flicker several times before finally settling on Tomato TV.
The moment Fu Dalong appeared in his imperial costume, it was clear that this was the opening drama of the year, "Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties".
Yu Huan was watching TV when she suddenly felt something lightly bump against her calf.
Look back.
Seeing that his wife had kicked a stool behind him, he immediately bent down and sat down.
Yu Huan reached down and grabbed the stool leg, moving to Lin Yourong's side. She tilted her head slightly, looked at Lin's profile, and asked curiously, "What are you talking about?"
"We didn't talk about much." Lin Yourong turned off her phone and placed it on the small round table.
She turned slightly to the side, crossed her long legs, and said softly, "Mengmeng will pick me up in her car tomorrow morning. I told her I wanted to take you to work first."
"Oh." Yu Huan nodded.
He suddenly switched the enamel mug to his left hand, and gently pinched her calf with his right hand, saying with a smile, "Wife, you're so good to me, so thoughtful."
Lin Yourong quickly glanced at her parents on the sofa and saw that they were watching TV attentively, so she quickly moved her legs to the side.
As it dodged the claws, it let out a soft snort.
He looked down at Yu Huan's eyes and brows: "Do you even need to tell me? If I'm not good to you, who else would I be good to?"
The corny love words, spoken by the pure love warrior, instantly struck Yu Huan's heart.
I took a sip of milk tea.
The sweetness of the milk tea paled in comparison to the sweetness in my heart.
(End of this chapter)