CIATB Chapter 5 Handsome Pot
Chapter 5 Handsome Pot
Chapter 5 Handsome Pot
The city is surrounded by mountains and is located in a basin.
All these factors contribute to the humid weather in Changsha.
Even though it's only the beginning of winter and the temperature hasn't completely dropped, stepping outside from indoors makes the wind feel like knives on your face.
A dull knife cuts through the meat, slicing away quickly, one cut after another.
Lin Yourong, dressed casually in a thick pink cotton pajama set and wearing a mask, followed Yu Huan closely as they walked downstairs.
Her outfit was not unusual.
Every winter, under the attack of damp cold, the streets and alleys of Changsha are filled with this Hunan-Hubei provincial clothing, which is far more resistant to the cold than down jackets.
She remained silent throughout.
It followed me like a ghost, always by my side, colder than the cold wind.
Yu Huan is under immense pressure.
He suddenly stopped, turned around and said to her, "Sister Rong, can we drop you off here?"
Because of the alcohol, both of their eyes were a little red.
From Yu Huan's perspective, Lin Yourong's ears, including her earlobes, were bright red, even though they were tied with the mask straps.
It's truly delightful.
Upon hearing this, she paused for a moment to think.
Her voice came through the tightly sealed mask: "Since you've already called me 'sister,' I'll be frank. Right now, I just want to focus on my career. After all, once I get married and have a family, there will be so many more琐事 (trivial matters), and I won't be able to take care of both of them. I hope you can understand."
“I know that.” Yu Huan lowered her head, buttoned up her trench coat from top to bottom, and said slowly, “I understand Uncle Lin’s thoughts. After all, you are the only son in the family, so it’s normal for him to be eager to have a grandson. We’re all young people, and I know that Sister You Rong is also very troubled by Uncle Lin’s pressure to get married. Family and career cannot be had at the same time, and everyone has the right to pursue their own life. To be honest, I think that with Sister You Rong’s conditions, if she can withstand the pressure from her family, it’s not too late to focus on her career for a few more years before considering marriage.”
Silence.
After a short while, Lin Yourong finally spoke: "Thank you."
"See you!"
Yu Huan waved.
His eyebrows curved upwards, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a faint smile.
It was truly a genuine smile from the bottom of his heart.
Lin Yourong nodded and turned back.
Yu Huan walked slowly, leaning on her cane.
He called her "sister" after careful consideration.
This son-in-law who lives with his wife's family is really no good!
He himself is an only child, how could he possibly marry into the family?
As someone who has been reborn, I have an extra memory of the future in my mind, and I can foresee everything. Why should I be afraid that my future life will still be a mess?
Don't just climb out of Fang Yuting's bitter well and jump into Lin Yourong's fiery pit.
Since I can't be with this rich woman, I'll just give up.
Make money, not chase girls!
Without looking back, he walked out of the residential area.
He didn't notice Lin Yourong standing under the eaves, hands on her hips, watching his figure disappear from sight before turning and walking into the building.
In the deserted lobby.
She walked to the mirror in the corner, took off her mask, and looked at her bare face.
Her face was as beautiful as a flower without rouge, and her skin as smooth as frost without powder.
Suddenly, he limped on his left leg, turned to the side, and slightly raised the tip of his chin.
Glancing sideways.
"It's fate that I'm so handsome."
Suddenly.
He chuckled, "He's just like a complete idiot."
She shook her head.
I took the elevator upstairs, got to my front door, took out my key from my pocket, and gently opened and closed the door.
The couple were sitting on the sofa drinking tea.
Old Lin pushed up his glasses with his fingertips: "My impression of Xiao Yu seems to be a bit off."
"how?"
"He's not that honest. Now, I actually think he's not suitable to be my son-in-law, but rather a subordinate who can be promoted. Hehe, he's very capable!" Old Lin reached out and dusted off the plastic bag of Pu'er tea on the coffee table, shook his head and said, "You went to the hospital to see him too. He's upright and honest. Today, dressed up, his appearance is too good, and he's suddenly become too good at reading people and talking. You Rong definitely can't control him."
As soon as he finished speaking, Old Lin heard the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer.
The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.
If anyone were downstairs, they would probably think it was an earthquake.
He quickly turned his head and saw Lin Yourong walking towards her room as if she had been flung into a rage, shouting as she went, "Stop introducing me to this and that, Zhang San and Li Si, it's so annoying!" She slammed the door shut with a "bang".
The mother-in-law pondered her daughter's words for a moment, then picked up the plastic bag containing the Pu'er tea and tied it tightly: "I think Xiao Yu is a good guy. What's wrong with a sensible young man? My son-in-law is tall and handsome, and I'm proud to take him out!"
No need to be reserved at home. Old Lin slammed down his white porcelain teacup and said bluntly in a muffled voice, "Whatever! I can't control it! Look at those people in the entertainment industry, they're all getting divorced and remarried, getting married and divorced again, it's chaotic. The adults suffer, but the kids are the ones who suffer. Anyway, I only want one grandson with my surname Lin, so do whatever you want, okay?"
He had no choice but to act urgently.
I'm almost fifty. I don't want to be a pile of ashes by the time my grandson starts working.
By then, no matter how high they climb or how many connections they have, it will be useless.
If his daughter doesn't hurry up and have a child for him, whether the future generations will amount to anything is up to fate.
The mother-in-law ignored him, stood up, and walked to Lin Yourong's tightly closed door to confirm her guess.
He said with a broad smile:
"You Rong, have you exchanged contact information with Xiao Yu?"
"no!"
A loud shout came from inside.
Look at this situation.
Another no chance?
She seemed to have caught Old Lin's influence and couldn't help but shake her head.
She could barely hear his subsequent words, spoken through gritted teeth, from outside the door:
"Damn it, how dare she call me 'sister'!"
……
After walking in the cold wind on the street for a while, my cheeks felt less hot and red.
Yu Huan then raised his hand and hailed a taxi.
"You betrayed my love, forced me to leave, and when I finally learned the truth, tears streamed down my face. You betrayed my love; you're burdened with a guilty conscience—"
Sitting in the back row, Yu Huan stared blankly at the caller ID: Yu Ting.
"Uh, what the heck?"
And his phone number?
"An oversight!"
Yu Huan hung up immediately.
Immediately afterwards, another block was made.
The entire procedure can be performed so skillfully that it takes no more than a single breath.
Subsequently.
Undistracted, they continued their escape from the temple.
As the car slowed down, Yu Huan looked up at the window.
As you look past the lush roadside trees, the bright red Xinhua Bookstore comes into view.
It's only a ten-minute walk from Lao Lin's house to this Xinhua Bookstore, but Yu Huan has difficulty walking now, so he has to take a taxi.
Yes.
He was going to the bookstore to buy some quick-learning music theory books.
At least the sheet music can be written out.
After paying the fare, Yu Huan opened the car door and was immediately greeted by loud music:
"Obaganasda—"
Even in the bustling city center, where the multi-story Xinhua Bookstore stands, there is still no tranquility.
The clothing store next door had its speakers blasting at full power.
That year, "Gangnam Style" and the horse-riding dance swept the globe with unstoppable momentum.
Of course, the lyrical song "You Exist in My Aunt's Mind" still echoes in the streets and alleys of our country.
Several young people in high school uniforms walked past Yu Huan.
A little boy was walking along when he suddenly squatted down, stretched one hand forward, and raised the other hand high above his head, making a Gangnam Style move.
His humorous actions immediately amused the high school students.
Yu Huan couldn't help but grin as he watched.
By now, students should be about to start their winter break, right?
Perhaps they heard his laughter, for the young people turned to look at him without prior arrangement.
The young boy from the village exclaimed "Wow!" and jokingly called out in his thick Changsha accent, "Handsome guy!"
The girls suddenly felt a little embarrassed and pretended to punch and kick the boy.
(End of this chapter)