yournovel Chapter 279 What do you mean I have a bad temper?
Chapter 279 What do you mean I have a bad temper?
Chapter 279 What do you mean I have a bad temper?
The orange-yellow sunlight streaming in through the glass window not only bathed Yu Huan's profile in a warm glow, but also made the fine dust particles on the screen clearly visible when gently touched.
Yu Huan noticed this, slightly dampened the tissue with water from the cup, and then carefully wiped it.
The years are quiet.
After finishing a glass of water, he turned his gaze to the bottom right corner of the screen, where he saw that the time displayed was 4:55.
He immediately shut down the computer and got up to walk towards his workspace.
Today was the first day of work for the new employees, and Yu Huan didn't rush to leave. Instead, she held a short meeting for ten minutes.
After the familiar opening remarks, the theme revolved around teamwork and a sense of responsibility, offering a round of encouragement:
"As newcomers, it's inevitable to feel overwhelmed or unfamiliar with things at times, which is perfectly normal. Don't put too much pressure on yourselves; our work in new media is all about continuous learning and exploration..."
"The new media industry is developing rapidly, with new technologies and new ideas emerging one after another..."
"Our department is a cohesive unit; everyone's work is interconnected and supportive. When problems arise, communicate and collaborate with colleagues to find solutions..."
"Every piece of content we publish represents the image and reputation of our newspaper, so we must be serious and rigorous in our work..."
"Alright, that's all for today's short meeting. Everyone, go home and get some rest to recharge for tomorrow's work!"
The voice just fell.
Yu Huan, like an arrow released from a bow, swiftly retreated.
With his head down and eyes fixed straight ahead, he leaned forward slightly and headed straight for the bike shed with Wei Shen's "energy-saving gait," then straddled the electric scooter.
As he slowly drove out of the parking lot, he looked around but didn't see Lao Lin's Crown sedan, clearly indicating that the other party had already left.
As he walked through the bustling streets, he looked up and was surprised to find that the magnificent sunset had already covered the entire horizon.
As the sun sets, the glass curtain walls of skyscrapers gleam with a dazzling light.
While waiting at a traffic light on her way home, Yu Huan spotted a fruit shop on the side of the street.
The display table at the entrance was piled high with durians, labeled "Golden Pillow Durian 29.9 yuan per jin," and many people were selecting them.
Ever since his "I'm off!" meme of riding an electric scooter went viral online, he specially bought a helmet with a semi-transparent visor.
At this moment, he pulled down his glasses to cover most of his face, so he didn't have to worry too much about being recognized and surrounded.
I decisively turned the car around, drove onto the curb from the pedestrian crossing, squeezed in, and quickly picked out a large durian.
While waiting in line for the waitress to peel the durian and pack the shell away, Yu Huan didn't linger. She carried the heavy plastic bag out and hopped on her electric scooter.
Carefully place it on the pedal and then drive toward the pedestrian crossing.
A bus sped past, its massive body making a "whooshing" sound as it cut through the wind.
These days, bus drivers in Changsha are incredibly reckless.
It's either sudden braking or speeding.
Even when seated, you have to hold onto the armrest in front of you tightly; if you don't have a seat, you'll be tossed around like a washing machine.
In addition, the active skill is to hold down the horn all the way, and the ultimate skill is to roll down the car window and yell "Shut up, you motherfucker!"
Yu Huan decisively waited for the road bully to leave first before leisurely crossing the intersection.
During the evening rush hour, vehicles streamed in and out, with intermittent honking piercing the air.
Yu Huan took advantage of every opportunity along the way and quickly arrived at her building.
Seeing his father-in-law's car blocking the garage, Yu Huan decisively locked his electric scooter under the eaves.
A gentle breeze blew by, lightly ruffling the hair on his forehead.
Yu Huan tidied her hair a little, carried the durian in one hand, and went upstairs as fast as the wind.
Halfway there, he took out his phone from his pocket and checked the time: 5:47, not too late.
However, Yu Huan was quite pleased that her father-in-law and mother-in-law had come to visit their little home.
After checking the time, he put his phone back in his pocket, took a step, and then took out his keys from the other pocket.
Upon reaching the third floor, he opened the front door swiftly and decisively without any hesitation.
Upon entering, the first thing I saw was that the elderly couple were not in the living room, but Lin Yourong was standing in front of the stove in the kitchen, wielding a spatula.
The subtle sounds of the door opening and closing caught her attention.
Lin Yourong turned around and saw Yu Huan carrying a plastic bag. The buzzing of the range hood couldn't hide the smile in her voice.
"You're back! Wow, you even bought durian!"
"Yes!"
Without using his hands, Yu Huan deftly rubbed his feet against the shoe uppers to take off his sneakers.
After putting on cotton slippers, he placed the durian on the coffee table on his way into the kitchen, and then hugged Lin Yourong, who was wearing an apron, from behind.
Yu Huan smiled gently, rested his chin lightly on her shoulder, and said tenderly, "Wife, where are your parents?"
Lin Yourong squirmed slightly in his arms, struggling a little, and said with a hint of shyness, "On the terrace, what are you doing? Let me go!"
Yu Huan glanced at the stir-fried green peppers and shrimp in the pot, guessing that the peppers must have been just put in, as they looked bright green and weren't fully cooked yet.
Hearing Lin Yourong's words, it seemed that she was worried that if her parents saw the young couple hugging so intimately, she would feel embarrassed.
Yu Huan smiled gently and was about to let go when her mother-in-law's cheerful voice rang out from not far behind her.
"The handsome guy is back."
Upon hearing the broken Mandarin spoken with a strong Xingcheng accent, Yu Huan quickly let go of his hand.
Lin Yourong pursed her lips and continued cooking in silence.
He turned around and saw his mother-in-law, wearing a dark purple woolen coat, standing by the doorway of the open kitchen.
Yu Huan smiled and greeted her, "Mom, when did you arrive?"
“I came over around 4 o’clock when I had nothing to do, but your dad only arrived about ten or twenty minutes ago.”
The mother-in-law looked Yu Huan up and down in his new clothes and continued to tease him:
"Xiao Yu, this outfit isn't like your usual style. Did You Rong buy it for you?"
Yu Huan nodded slightly and dusted off his sleeves.
He thought to himself that since the clothes didn't have any tags on them, his mother-in-law might not recognize that they cost tens of thousands of yuan, which didn't match his usual simple style.
He asked with a smile, "Mom, how did you figure that out?"
The mother-in-law said with a smile, "To be honest, you usually dress and act quite mature and composed."
Hearing this, Lin Yourong chuckled in the kitchen and replied without turning her head, "He's in his twenties, and all his clothes are bought by his mother. He wears the same style as his father. No wonder he's mature and steady!"
Yu Huan laughed and joked, "That's right, my mom said she was going to buy me clothes before, but I said I'm married now, my lover will buy them for me, your taste is outdated!" "Right~" Lin Yourong's slender fingers turned the knob to turn off the stove, and she smiled as she said, "Don't worry, I'll definitely dress you up to be fashionable and handsome in the future!"
Looking at Lin Yourong's graceful back, Yu Huan said without hesitation, "Okay, then I'll rely entirely on your aesthetic sense from now on, my wife!"
The mother-in-law couldn't stop smiling as she watched the young couple interact.
During the conversation, she asked Yu Huan, "I heard from Lin Yourong that you personally soundproofed the guest room to make it easier for her to practice singing?"
Yu Huan turned her head and nodded slightly in response: "Yes, Rongrong is a professional singer and will be on a show soon, so she needs to practice her voice every day. It's a must, she can't do without it."
"You really know how to think of her." The mother-in-law smiled broadly.
Yu Huan smiled. With his mother-in-law in front of him, he naturally had to speak politely: "She's my wife. It's only right that I think of her, help her solve problems, and support her career."
There's an old saying that a mother-in-law likes her son-in-law more and more the more she looks at him.
She nodded repeatedly, beaming with joy.
Lin Yourong turned her head to the side and couldn't help but pout when she saw her own mother's expression.
She thought to herself, "How can this jerk be so good at sweet talk?"
However, as the protagonist in that stinky man's words, she sensed her own emotions and seemed somewhat delighted...
"Seeing you two so loving and supportive of each other makes me incredibly happy."
After a pause, the mother-in-law turned to her daughter and asked:
"You Rong, after the renovation is finished, should we move the piano and guitar over?"
Lin Yourong scooped the stir-fried shrimp with green peppers into a dish, a big smile on her face. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Hmm... I think it's fine to move the guitar over. The piano is too much trouble. Let's move it there after the house in Delta is renovated."
Yu Huan smiled and said to her, "My guitar is in the closet in the guest room. You can use it for the next couple of days. I'll come and move it for you when I have time."
"Okay." Lin Yourong nodded.
The mother-in-law suddenly noticed the durian on the coffee table and her eyes lit up: "Xiao Yu, you bought durian when you came back?"
"I saw a fruit shop with durians on the street. They were 29.9 yuan per jin, which was quite cheap, so I picked one that weighed more than four jin with the shell on."
Yu Huan laughed as she spoke, then paused and turned to ask her mother-in-law:
"Is Dad on the terrace?"
The mother-in-law replied, "He's sitting there smoking."
Yu Huan nodded and said, "Oh, then I'll go take a look."
After chatting with his mother-in-law for a while, he couldn't neglect his father-in-law either.
As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Huan strode off towards the second bedroom.
The mother-in-law turned her gaze away from his imposing figure and walked to her daughter's side.
Watching her stir-fry lotus root slices in the pan, she smiled and said, "Your dad often complains about your bad temper and worries that you and Xiao Yu don't get along. In my opinion, he's just worrying unnecessarily."
Hearing this, Lin Yourong rolled her eyes, feeling utterly speechless, and said, "What do you mean I have a bad temper? Yu Huan and I get along very well! We've never even argued!"
The mother-in-law chuckled softly, glanced back at the door of the second bedroom, and lowered her voice to say:
“Yu Huan is a great man, humorous, tall and handsome. He’s much better than your dad when he was young. Your dad used to be shy and too serious. I’ve been living with him for a long time and I really feel that life is getting more and more boring.”
Lin Yourong waved the spatula in her hand, but spoke up for her father: "My dad grew up in a single-parent family..."
The mother and daughter whispered to each other, biting their tongues.
The father-in-law and son-in-law sat side by side on a bench, gazing at the horizon where the sun was about to set.
Old Lin took a deep drag on his cigarette, slowly exhaling the smoke as he asked with a smile, "How are you feeling today? Are you swamped with work?"
How does it feel?
Yu Huan muttered to himself, indicating that he felt nothing.
As for being completely overwhelmed...
Coordinating the work, explaining the process, and answering questions do require a lot of time and energy, but he entrusted Chen Yaoyao with all of these tasks.
Instead, he even managed to sneak away an afternoon to catch fish.
But recalling the expansion of the new media department in his previous life, and his work as the acting deputy director, he smiled and replied:
"It's alright. Although it might seem a bit chaotic at first due to the large number of people, you can find order and experience a sense of accomplishment in organizing and coordinating as you gradually guide and arrange things."
With a cigarette between his fingers, Lao Lin smiled and said, "With so much excellent fresh blood being injected, even though you've moved to a private office, you still need to come out and check on everyone from time to time, keep an eye on their performance, observe their characteristics and potential, and think about how to make reasonable job arrangements based on their strengths."
Yu Huan nodded repeatedly.
It must be said that although this biological father, who is not related to him by blood, rarely educates him, every word he says is full of practical advice.
In his past life, although he was also Lao Lin's savior, he was never this open and honest with him, nor did he keep him in suspense and make him ponder. Instead, he imparted his experience in a very straightforward manner.
"A larger number of people also means greater difficulty in management and coordination. Assigning tasks, allocating resources, and ensuring that everyone receives adequate guidance and training all require more careful planning and organization."
The cigarette in Old Lin's hand was almost burned out, and the faint orange-red flame gradually dimmed.
After he finished speaking, he took another deep breath and looked around as if trying to find a suitable place to throw away his cigarette butt.
Yu Huan cleverly stretched out her hand: "Dad, give it to me."
"Okay." Old Lin nodded.
Yu Huan had just stood up after taking the cigarette when his mother-in-law leaned out of the security door and called out, "What are you two talking about? Dinner's ready!"
“Okay, Mom.” Yu Huan nodded slightly in response.
He casually tossed his cigarette butt into a ceramic basin against the wall, stepped onto the threshold, and stood behind the door for a short while.
After Lao Lin entered the room, he locked the security door and then went into the bedroom.
The living and dining room was filled with the rich aroma of food. The bowls and chopsticks were neatly arranged, and the white rice was still steaming hot, just waiting for them to sit down and start eating.
Yu Huan glanced at the four dishes and one soup on the table.
There are braised eel, stir-fried shrimp with green peppers, minced meat with peas, stir-fried lotus root slices, and yam and pork rib soup.
They're all simple home-style stir-fries.
Yu Huan glanced at Lin Yourong, who was wiping her hands with paper in the kitchen.
An unprecedented feeling of warmth lingered in my heart.
"Thanks to Xiao Yu, I can finally eat You Rong's cooking." Old Lin rubbed his hands together, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
Yu Huan smiled brightly and said to Lin Yourong, who was walking out of the kitchen, "Chef, thank you for your hard work today."
(End of this chapter)