The younger brother shouted, and while Master Yao retracted his hand, the person who was sleeping on the bed seemed to hear the wake-up call and suddenly sat up. He jumped very quickly, jumped past him and rushed into the bathroom.

It was done in one go, comparable to a perfect military move.

When Mr. Yao looked back at the water stains on his fingers, he couldn't connect the woman who drooled like a pig just now.

Five minutes later, on the table in the guest room, a hot freshly baked flower roll, two fried dough sticks and scallion pancakes were placed. The most important thing was a cup of coffee that my future uncle made in his own hands.

Shen Jiayin was very flattered when facing the breakfast that her future uncle gave me attentively: "Coffee, coffee?"

"The coffee beans I brought from my home just grind them with the small manual coffee machine I brought in the morning." Yao Zibao's beautiful face was as beautiful as Master Yao under his glasses, and he smiled into a line, "Sister-in-law, try it while it's hot."

Holding the coffee in both hands, Shen Jiayin looked at the direction of Master Yao: "Head, what should the leader drink?"

After washing his face, Master Yao put the towel on his shoulders casually, then sat on the chair without moving, and a pair of careful eyes fell on his younger brother's back: What is this called brother? Is it because he has a sister-in-law and he has no brother?

Fortunately, the wife he wanted to marry was care about what he wanted to drink, otherwise he would have to drink the northwest wind.

"You said my brother." Yao Zibao smiled and pinched the glasses frame with standard fingertips. "Sister-in-law, you may not know. My brother is more picky. He has to be out of the oven and has to put fresh milk. I won't grind all the coffee powder first, but I just wait for Brother Gao to help my brother find fresh milk."

People who know how to cook can be so picky about eating, drinking, defecating and urinating.

Master Yao can imagine what his future wife will feel after hearing this after his younger brother said this.

Meili Yimi: When did his younger brother like to make jokes more and more like the second young master of the Lu family? Could it be that after the family had a young female elder, everything would change.

"Sir, Chief—" Shen Jiayin thought for a while. When he saw that his eyes were a little scary, he might be thirsty, so he put the cup of coffee in his hand back on the table and said, "I'll pour you a glass of water first."

"I'm not thirsty. Don't listen to this guy saying what kind of coffee he grinds himself. I'll tell you that his cooking skills are the same as mine. He can grind the coffee beans into a ghost. As for the taste of brewing, don't think about it."

Mr. Yao's counterattack was very sharp, and he instantly defeated his uncle who wanted to bribe his sister-in-law with coffee.

Yao Zibao coughed twice, loosened his collar, and laid one hand on his cheek, feeling helpless about the facts pointed out by his brother: "Anyway, I definitely don't put melamine in my coffee, so I will definitely not kill anyone."

When Shen Jiayin heard that drinking would not kill anyone, she roughly measured it and picked up the cup and took a sip. It was indeed very bitter and astringent. I don’t know how to describe the taste. There was obviously sugar, but the sugar became even more bitter after putting it in.

The Yao family's cooking skills have reached an irresistible level.

Seeing that her face was obviously wrinkled, Yao Zibao couldn't sit still and stood up: "Brother, sister-in-law, you can have breakfast slowly."

The door slammed, and the future uncle disappeared into the corridor. There were only two people left in the room.

Shen Jiayin's hand unconsciously touched the corner of her lips, and there was a bit of water stain on it. I don't know if it was left by coffee. When she touched the corner of her lips, she found that he was looking at her with a smile. She immediately lowered her hand.

When she woke up this morning, my uncle came in. She brushed her teeth and washed her face to deal with her uncle. It was quiet now that she remembered the fact that happened last night. She spent the night in the same bed with him.

At this time, Master Yao seemed to be calm and as if nothing had happened, he walked up to her and grabbed a flower roll, bit it, and said, "Eat quickly. They should have already applauded the car."

She came to her senses. While gnawing on the flower curl like him, a hand suddenly stretched out to her face and stroked her hair.

"Head, leader?"

"Did you sleep well last night?"

He only had to leave a subtext: Girl, how did my grandfather feel when he served last night?

"Sleep, fall asleep, I don't know when," she said honestly.

It seems that no matter what she thinks it will be, the effect is very good.

He smiled with satisfaction and said, "There should be no problem for us to sleep together from now on."

This sentence means a lot, and she immediately lowered her face.

Shy, this girl.

Master Yao became more satisfied and poured a glass of water for her and herself, and refused the poisonous coffee he made with his younger brother.

Gao Dashuai walked around the county town for a week but couldn't find fresh milk. He took Mengniu pure milk and came back to report and asked, "Did you wake them up?"

"Wake up." Yao Zibao said, taking Mengniu from his hand and throwing it directly into the trash can. His sister-in-law's frowning expression hit his confidence in making coffee. Forget it, his brother would rather drink the boiled water poured by his sister-in-law.

"What?" Gao Dashuai saw him throwing the milk he had worked hard into the garbage, touching his chest with distress.

"I understand now. There is still a difference between my sister-in-law and my sister. At least if it is my sister, I will not compete with me." Yao Zibao concluded.

"Isn't this nonsense?" Gao Dashuai slapped his shoulder, "Are you still snatching your sister-in-law with your brother?"

"Of course not!" Yao Zibao quickly clarified, "I just treat her as my sister."

"It's okay to be a sister." Gao Dashuai said this, and raised his eyebrows at him, showing a weird smile, "Did you see some vivid pictures when you first entered your brother's room, which stimulated you?"

No wonder his brother said that Gao Dashuai was so dirty all day long. Yao Zibao waved his hand and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Both of them were brushing their teeth when I went in."

"Impossible! They were in the same room and on the same big bed yesterday. If there was no accident in the fire--" Gao Dashuai thought about his plan last night and called two birds with one stone. It doesn't matter whether Mr. Yao eats sheep or not, anyway, he has excuses to tease him.

"I only know that after I go in, I can see the mattress on the floor beside the bed. Maybe one person slept on the bed and one person slept on the floor last night." Yao Zibao said while admiring his elder brother's behavior as a gentleman. If he knew that Mr. Yao actually slept in the same bed with a woman last night.

Gao Dashuai heard that Mr. Yao had hit the floor, so he was of course very unhappy. He was frustrated and saw that the plan failed.

As the two of them were chatting, the two soldiers in the guest room opposite had quickly completed the breakfast and the preparation for departure. Master Yao came out and told them: "Why don't you leave?"

Gao Dashuai hurriedly put on his hat and went out to call a taxi. Yao Zibao hurriedly stepped forward to help his sister-in-law carry her suitcase.

When the group walked out of the lobby of the hotel and put their luggage into the back box of the taxi, the waiters of the hotel came out to help. Yao Zibao could recognize that he was the one who had spyed on his brother's room in the morning.

The waiter saw Yao Zibao's gaze coming and hurriedly hid.

The taxi driver poked his head out of the window, saw him and Shen Jiayin, and smiled and revealed the answer: "Aren't you from the same village?"

Shen Jiayin really doesn't remember this person because she has many grandma in her hometown. The villagers dislike her for being close to her, so she doesn't remember a few. But the taxi drivers are from their neighboring village, just next to each other, and the villages are all small. Besides, they are engaged in the industry of attracting customers, so there are only so many people coming and going, and they all remember them.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, the waiter smiled at Shen Jiayin and said, "Miss Jiayin must have forgotten me. I am from Grandma Wang's house. It is a alley from Grandma Shen's house. When Jiayin was a child, I dropped out of school in the third year of junior high school when you were in the first year of junior high school."

It turned out that he was really from her village. Shen Jiayin nodded at him.

Seeing that she was not very refusal, the waiter was about to sell her personal favor and whispered: "This morning, my boss sent someone to send a message to your second aunt first and tell your second aunt that you are back."

Second Aunt? The shadow of You Erjie flashed quickly in Shen Jiayin's mind. You Erjie is not like Xu Xiuqin, and she will not feel disgusted when she thinks about it.

"Jiayin, is he your husband?" The waiter's eyes had long fallen on the tall and handsome figure of Master Yao, and there was a slight greed in his eyes.

Shen Jiayin didn't know how to answer.

"Yes, I am her husband." Mr. Yao held her shoulder with one hand and said seriously.

The waiter who had long guessed that this might have happened widened his eyes, not to mention the taxi driver who was suddenly shocked by the news.

Shaking Shen Jiayin, he actually found such a man who looked very decent and handsome.

Seeing their reaction, Yao and others just opened the car door and sat in. The waiter was left behind and the taxi drove to the village. Along the way, the excited taxi driver couldn't hold on. Regardless of whether the passengers in the car were willing or not, they asked all the way: "Jiayin, where did your husband come from? It seems that the company boss is from? Is the company big as Boss Tang?"

That tone seemed to be familiar with Shen Jiayin.

Shen Jiayin clearly did not recognize him and had never spoken and met him. Since she was not an acquaintance, Shen Jiayin had the right to completely refuse to answer and even gave up her voice.

Seeing that she didn't speak, the driver thought she was shy and asked Master Yao: "Which city do you belong to? I heard that the accent is a bit of Beijing accent. Did you come from Beijing?"

Yao Yemo said: "Please drive a good car, comrade."

It was such a big situation. The driver was not only not angry at Master Yao's criticism, but was even more excited as if he was injected with chicken blood. I'm afraid that in less than half a day, the entire small county town would know that a stuttering girl in a certain village caught a wealthy man and came back.

Sister You Erjie accompanied Grandma Shen back to the old house and cleaned up the house together. When Grandma Shen took out the quilt to dry, Sister You Erjie remembered the message from the little boss and said that there was more than one Jiayin, and said to the old man: "You should have more quilts. Also, there is only one guest room here, I'm afraid it's not enough."

"Why? Isn't Jiayin back?" the old man asked in surprise.

Sister You Er thought for a moment and said, "Jayin brought her friends here."

"That's it." Grandma Shen thought, if her granddaughter brought more than two friends back to her hometown, then there would be so many people in this old house. What's strange is, how could Jiayin bring her friends back? This child has never brought anyone back before. Moreover, Jiayin didn't say anything in the phone call she had before.

"Would you make a mistake?" Grandma Chen asked again.

"It's not wrong." You Erjie insisted.

Seeing that she said so surely, Grandma Chen narrowed her eyes: "You are hiding something from me!"

You Erjie hesitated: "Maybe Jiayin wants to tell you in person, mom."

Grandma Chen was about to ask, a group of villagers, children and women, who usually like to join in the fun. She came over to inform her and said, "Grandma Chen, your Jiayin has entered the village, took a taxi and brought a man."

No, the village head was surrounded by many villagers watching the fun. The spectacular scenes of the old and young people surprised the tall man sitting in the passenger seat.

"I'm not wearing military uniforms, why are I queuing up to greet us?"

Gao Dashuai's laughter and joke did not relieve the nerves of other people in the car.

Although the villagers did not beat drums, they all stretched their necks and wanted to find out in the car.

"It's good news, it's good news!"

"That's right, it's the stuttering in Grandma Chen's house!"

"Shen Jiayin, when he talks, it's like this, 'I, I, I-'." I don't know which child it was, who imitated stuttering and learned it vividly, and others burst into laughter.

Gao Dashuai and Yao Zibao were both shocked. They really never thought about what kind of environment a stuttering person would be in society. It may also be because they had never encountered stuttering in their previous lives except Shen Jiayin.

Mr. Yao was clenched in his heart. He couldn't imagine how she lived here before.

He reached out his hand and hugged her shoulders, trying to hold her into his arms to comfort her. He lowered his head, but found that her face was calm, as calm as a piece of white paper. The ridicule of others seemed to have become another world for her.

“Good news?”

"I am not in the same place with them, and I never think they are my friends. Why should I pay attention to them?"

The subtext behind "I will not pay attention to them even if they come to ask me one day."
To be continued...