Song Yanbai, who hung up the phone, leaned against the lounge chair on the balcony of the room, holding a book in his hand, but could not read it. His attention was always attracted by the vague sound from the kitchen.

The spatula stir-frying dishes collided with the iron pot, making a crisp sound. My mother's happy laughter sounded from time to time. I could occasionally hear Xiang Yu say a word or two, but before I could hear what he was saying, his voice was overwhelmed by his mother's voice.

Song Yanbai didn't understand why his mother was so happy. Is she really anxious to get herself married, or is she really satisfied with Xiang Yu?

In Song Yanbai's eyes, Ms. Yan Ruyue is a woman with a clear mind and independent consciousness. She can even clearly realize how inappropriate she and Xiang Yu are. Why didn't her mother notice this problem at all?

Or is she already reaching the point where as long as there is a man who is willing to marry her, she doesn’t care about any other party’s conditions?!

"hiss--"

Song Yanbai quickly shook his head and drove this terrible idea out of his head.

The book was so unreadable that she could not read a single word, Song Yanbai simply stopped reading it, stuffed her headphones and turned the sound up, allowing the slowly flowing music to overwhelm the upsetting sounds in the kitchen.

Maybe it was because the pure music tune was soothing, the tune was long and too tired. Song Yanbai listened and fell asleep on the recliner.

Everything after getting off the plane was like a dream, which made Song Yanbai feel unreal. Song Yanbai hoped that he would wake up, and these things seemed to have never happened before. Xiang Yu was still in the United States and did not appear. Only Ms. Yan Ruyue was preparing supper in the kitchen.

Song Yanbai was sleeping soundly, and the kitchen was busy.

Originally, with Xiang Yu, a good cook, Song Ma would have cooked much faster. But because Song Ma has been busy chatting and often forgot what she does, the meal was cooked very long. If Old Song hadn't come to the kitchen to ask several times, these two people would probably have been able to make dinner for midnight snacks.

"Okay, the job is done, it's all the dishes that the girl loves!"

Song Ma glanced at the results of the two of them with satisfaction, then looked at her future son-in-law who was holding the rice with her back to her. She really became more and more pleasing to her.

"Okay, Xiao Yu, I'll do these things. You go and call Xiaobai out for dinner."

Xiang Yu turned around and looked at Song Ma, holding the spoon serving rice in his hand, and his expression was stunned, "But, isn't Yan Yan in the room?"

In Xiang Yu's understanding, Song Yanbai's bedroom cannot be entered casually, because when he moved in, Song Yanbai specifically told him that he would not be allowed to enter her room without her permission. Therefore, after living in Yaxianju for so long, Xiang Yu only stood at the door of Song Yanbai's bedroom at most, and did not even dare to look inside.

"I just ask you to go to the room and call, go quickly, don't stand there, otherwise the food will be cold in a while."

As Song's mother said, she pushed Xiang Yu out of the kitchen. Xiang Yu glanced at Song's father sitting on the sofa reading a book. Seeing that his future father-in-law didn't say anything, Xiang Yu was a little braver and walked to the door of Song Yanbai's bedroom and knocked on the door lightly.

Song Tian looked at the brat who was knocking on his daughter's door and wanted to go up and beat him up, but the one who let him in was his wife, so Old Song could only bear it silently.

If you want to say that Xiang Yu was taught by Song Yanbai, he was really obedient. He knocked on the door very gently, but he didn't say that he didn't say anything. Song Yanbai didn't say anything. He stood at the door and didn't dare to go in. The word "behaved and beautiful little wife" is really appropriate to him now.

"What are you doing standing there? Just open the door and go in. That dead girl might be pretending to be deaf inside!"

Song Ma came out with two dishes. Seeing Xiang Yu still standing at the door, she wanted to go up and kick him in. But as she said that, Ms. Yan Ruyue's favor for Xiang Yu was rising rapidly. She could see that Xiang Yu's young man's obedience was not pretending, but she was really obedient.

Xiang Yu grabbed the back of his head in a little embarrassed manner. It is really hard to choose who should stand between his wife and mother-in-law.

Song Ma could hardly see her, so she walked up, opened the bedroom door, reached out and pushed Xiang Yu's back, pushed him directly into the room, and closed the door again.

Yes, the door was closed.

Old Song looked a little angry, threw down the book in his hand and hurried over, "Why are you closing the door? That brat looks so tall, and the muscles on his hands are hard. If you lock him in, what if you bully Nannan?"

Old Song said that, he was about to open the door again, but as soon as he reached out, he was intercepted by his wife halfway through. "You are just a elm head and don't know anything. Shut up and go to the kitchen to serve food!"

Old Song was defeated again and went to the kitchen to serve the dishes.

Xiang Yu, who was sent directly by his future mother-in-law, was a little nervous. After all, it was the first time he had entered a woman's room when he was so old. Especially this woman was Song Yanbai, and Xiang Yu stood there and didn't even know how to let go.

Song Yanbai's bedroom is not big, it is decorated in a simple and elegant manner. The walls of the room are painted light green. The walls against the bed seem to be a forest picture drawn directly with paint. Red wild fruits are dotted in the lush green shade. The sunlight passes through the leaves and casts golden shadows, quiet and fresh, and looks like you have entered a fairyland.

Sure enough, Yan Yan has had a good vision since she was a child.

After appreciating the most eye-catching wall, Xiang Yu saw Song Yanbai sleeping on the balcony. He seemed to be afraid of waking up the fairy sleeping in the forest. Xiang Yu was careful every step he took and tried not to make any sound.

Song Yanbai curled up his feet and lay on the recliner on the side. The white headphone cable was connected from his chest to the mobile phone on the cabinet. His long curvaceous hair naturally covered half of his face, and his small mouth was slightly pursed, with a faint red...

The woman's calm sleeping face made Xiang Yu look at her and her heart seemed to melt away. He thought to himself that this was probably the way a fairy was asleep.

Because she was afraid of waking Song Yanbai, Xiang Yu didn't dare to reach out and push the hair covering her face up. She only dared to pick up a strand of hair hanging from the recliner and naturally wrapped it around her fingertips to play with it.

Seeing that Song Yanbai was sleeping soundly, Xiang Yu was really reluctant to wake her up. He just saw a small blanket on the sofa in the bedroom. Xiang Yu covered Song Yanbai with slight steps, and then quietly closed the door and left the bedroom.

Seeing Xiang Yu coming out of the bedroom alone, Song Ma, who was placing chopsticks, stopped her hand, "Where is Xiaobai? Are you really angry and can't come to have a meal?"

"No, auntie, Yan Yan fell asleep. I saw that she was sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake her up."

Xiang Yu said as he raised his hand and looked at his watch, "It's not too late now. Please call her again in half an hour and let her sleep a little longer."

Song Ma nodded and continued to put her chopsticks, "Okay, let her sleep first, Xiao Yu comes over quickly, let's have a meal first, don't wait for her."

"Auntie, I saw that there were some ribs left in the soup just now. I'll make sweet and sour pork ribs. Yan Yan likes to eat that, so you and uncle will eat it first.

As Xiang Yu said that, he got into the kitchen and quickly started making sweet and sour pork ribs. The sound of chopping pork ribs came, with a strong and regular sound.

Song Ma smacked her lips and snatched Old Song with her elbow, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

Old Song glanced at the kitchen direction and spoke a little dissatisfied, "There are men with two legs all over the street. Why didn't I see how much better he is than others?"

"Hmph, you're jealous!"

Song Ma looked at everything, "What's wrong, is the son-in-law much better than you? I'm a little worried. I'm afraid that in Nannan's heart, you will not be the most powerful man."

"Just! My connotation and background are not comparable to this kind of young boy!"

Song's mother was amused by Old Song's childishness, and pursed her lips and picked up a chopstick dish for him, "Okay, okay, don't put gilds on your face anymore. Come over and have a meal quickly. Remember to go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine and take it out, especially gastrointestinal medicine. Don't eat some seafood like last time, and you have to accompany you to the hospital for three days."

"I understand. I'll go to the medicine box later to see if you have any headaches. If not, buy some for you to come back."

Song Ma and Lao Song were having a meal and chatting, talking about trivial matters of life. They talked a few words and talked a few words. The plain scenes were the warmest feeling in life.

No matter how passionate love is, it will eventually return to dullness and food, rice, oil and salt with the gears of time. But this does not mean that love no longer exists, but that passionate love has been brewed into wine by time, flowing slowly in every morning and every dusk, giving each other the most true companionship.
Chapter completed!