yournovel Chapter 103: Husband and wife are of the same mind, and their strength is as powerful as gold!
Chapter 103: Husband and wife are of the same mind, and their strength is as powerful as gold!
Chapter 103: Husband and wife are of the same mind, and their strength is as powerful as gold!
Lin Yourong paused upon seeing the target.
He reached into the drawer, pulled something out, stuffed it into the pocket of his fitted cotton-padded jacket, and closed the drawer.
With her head drooping and staring at the ground, she took small, quick steps past Yu Huan and rushed out the door.
Yu Huan looked at her hurried appearance, especially when she turned her head and saw that she was heading straight for the bathroom, and couldn't help but scratch the back of her head.
She thought to herself, "Is it my period? Is my aunt here?"
But then he glanced at the piano in the corner and couldn't help but gently rub his forehead.
The sudden discovery made him mutter to himself, "Wow, my wife can play the piano?"
Yu Huan stepped back and stood at the bedroom door with her hands on her hips.
The mother-in-law was watching TV intently, occasionally taking a bite of durian.
A moment later, Lin Yourong came out, turned her head and saw Yu Huan. Her expression immediately became a little awkward and unnatural.
She was about to sit back on the sofa with her head down when she caught a glimpse of Yu Huan waving at her.
Lin Yourong pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then walked over.
As Yu Huan watched her approach, he hurriedly took her soft hand in his. It was still a little damp, probably because he had just washed his hands.
The two followed each other into the bedroom.
Yu Huan pulled her to the piano, and asked her with a mix of excitement and curiosity, "Rongrong, you can play the piano?"
"Hmm~" Lin Yourong nodded and then shook her head: "I can play a little bit, but I haven't touched it for a year or two."
Yu Huan lifted the floral cover and saw that it was a Steinway piano. Even though it was an upright piano, it was definitely not cheap.
"My mom gave this to me after the college entrance exam." Lin Yourong paused and continued, "They enrolled me in lessons during my high school years, but I wasn't really that interested in playing the piano."
Yu Huan felt that girls had a unique elegance when they danced ballet or played the piano, especially girls who were already beautiful; they were simply gorgeous.
He had been hoping Lin Yourong would show off her skills and that he could admire her playing the piano, but upon hearing this, he could only nod and say, "Alright then~"
Lin Yourong looked at him and saw that the corners of his mouth were slightly downturned, as if he had a little regret.
Her lips moved, and she finally uttered a single word: "Mmm."
"Does your stomach hurt?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan suddenly asked this question cautiously.
Lin Yourong was taken aback.
Did he still find out?
but.
This caring demeanor immediately put Lin Yourong into deep thought.
I initially felt a little embarrassed, but then I felt a warm sense of closeness and comfort, and a surge of warmth welled up in my heart.
She lowered her head, her lips slightly parted, and said softly, "I never have menstrual cramps."
Before she could finish speaking, she quickly added in a low voice, "It's just a tiny bit of a feeling~"
Is this girl really that healthy?
Yu Huan grasped Lin Yourong's two soft hands and couldn't help but transform into a friend of women: "Do you have any dietary restrictions?"
"I don't really have any dietary restrictions! But I won't be eating cold food these days either." As Lin Yourong spoke, she suddenly realized that the conversation had unknowingly gone too far.
He immediately withdrew his right hand.
He gently nudged Yu Huan's shoulder: "Why are you, a grown man, talking to me about this! I'm not talking about it anymore!"
"I'm just concerned about you~ Isn't it okay to care about your own wife?"
"Oh." Lin Yourong lowered her head.
Yu Huan's barrage of sweet words left her somewhat dazed, especially the word "wife," which left her completely stunned.
At this time.
Suddenly, Old Lin's hearty laughter rang out from outside the door, instantly shattering the tranquility and the romantic atmosphere of the two alone together.
"Where are my daughter and son-in-law? I can't find them anywhere!"
"He's in his room."
The mother-in-law's voice drifted over softly.
Lin Yourong immediately pulled her hand out of Yu Huan's grasp, turned around, and hurriedly strode towards the door.
Yu Huan watched her graceful figure disappear around the corner.
I could only pace along to keep up.
After leaving the bedroom, I saw Old Lin standing in the living room with his hands on his hips, a big smile on his face, looking like he was in a very good mood.
Old Lin looked away from the fruit boxes on the coffee table, turned his head and saw Lin Yourong and Yu Huan coming out one after the other. He laughed and said, "I smelled durian as soon as I came in."
"Dad, I heard from Mom that you don't like durian?" Yu Huan asked with a smile.
Old Lin's expression turned serious, and he nodded earnestly: "I don't really like it."
Lin Yourong looked up at the wall clock; it was almost 5:30. "I'll go cook."
"Do you need any help?" Yu Huan asked hurriedly.
She shook her head, taking a few steps forward as she said, "No need, the ingredients are all prepared, they just need to be stir-fried!"
In the evening, the light in the living room gradually dimmed.
The outlines of the furniture and other objects became less distinct in the dim light, with only the wall-mounted television illuminating a small area around it.
Old Lin turned around, paced back and forth, and turned on the light.
He then sat down on the sofa with Yu Huan. Behind his black-rimmed glasses, his eyebrows were raised in a happy smile and his eyes were bright: "What delicious dishes did You Rong cook?"
After Yu Huan recited the names of the dishes, he nodded repeatedly and patted Yu Huan on the shoulder, saying, "I'm also benefiting from your kindness."
Hearing Lao Lin bring up the topic again, Yu Huan could only respond with a reserved smile, "You're making me feel embarrassed." As the terrible drama ended and commercials began, the mother-in-law, taking a moment to observe the father-in-law and son-in-law, especially Lao Lin, and interjected with a smile, "You'll have plenty of opportunities to benefit from this in the future!"
Therefore, Yu Huan's expression could only become more and more reserved.
The three chatted idly for twenty minutes before Yu Huan hurriedly got up and said, "I'll go help in the kitchen."
He strode into the kitchen, opened the door, and saw Lin Yourong wearing an apron, busy at the stove.
Stir-frying romaine lettuce with practiced skill.
Yu Huan looked at her slender, delicate fingers and thought, "It's such a waste to use those hands to hold a spatula."
He suppressed his ulterior motives.
The range hood was humming. Yu Huan leaned closer and asked loudly, "Rongrong, which dish is this?"
"You can serve the dishes and rice now," Lin Yourong said gently, but she didn't stand on ceremony with him.
"Great!"
Yu Huan nodded.
I'm starting to feel a bit hungry.
My heart was already overflowing with anticipation.
Not long after.
The four people sat around the dining table.
on the desktop.
At the bottom of the central purple clay stew pot, there is a heat-insulating pad, inside which is undoubtedly the main dish of pork tripe and chicken, the golden and rich soup shimmering with an enticing luster under the light.
Yu Huan's gaze shifted to the oval plate beside her, where a steamed sea bass was sprinkled with shredded scallions and ginger, looking particularly exquisite. Earlier, Yu Huan had helped her lift the wok and pour hot oil from the fish's head to its tail, filling the entire kitchen with the aroma of scallion oil, though it wasn't as strong now.
Then take a look at his favorite dish: stir-fried winter bamboo shoots with cured pork. The winter bamboo shoots and cured pork are sliced evenly and intertwined, with a few bright red chili pepper pieces scattered around. The surface is glistening with oil, making it look tempting and delicious.
Finally, there was romaine lettuce, its vibrant green leaves neatly arranged on the plate, drizzled with a bright sauce and minced garlic.
She couldn't help but give Lin Yourong a thumbs up: "Rongrong, great skills!"
"You Rong's cooking skills are no less than your mother-in-law's!" Old Lin smiled as he picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of fatty and lean cured meat, and put it in his mouth. He said to Lin You Rong, "It's rare for you to cook for me today, so you've really gone to a lot of trouble."
Lin Yourong glanced at Yu Huan's well-defined profile, especially his deep eyes hidden behind his eyelashes.
She turned around and smiled, saying, "These dishes were made by Yu Huan and me together."
The mother-in-law nodded: "Xiao Yu will do the chopping and preparation, and You Rong will be in charge of cooking."
Looking at his daughter and son-in-law, Old Lin jokingly added, "When husband and wife are of one mind, their strength can break metal!"
Lin Yourong felt a little embarrassed by her parents' behavior and continued eating her rice.
Seeing this, Yu Huan quickly scooped a spoonful of pork tripe and chicken soup for her.
This girl needs to take good care of herself during her period.
Dinner is over.
After finishing his meal, Yu Huan diligently cleared away the dishes and was about to take them to the kitchen to wash when his mother-in-law stopped him.
"Xiao Yu, I'll take care of it. Isn't You Rong's flight at 8:50 pm? It's already 7 pm, it's getting late. You should take her there first and check her in so you don't rush.
Yu Huan thought that her mother-in-law was right, so she could only put down her chopsticks and say, "Mom, thank you for your hard work."
"You're the one who's worked so hard," the mother-in-law said with a kind smile, picking up her bowl and chopsticks.
He's tall, handsome, and sensible; she's becoming increasingly satisfied with this son-in-law.
After tidying up, Lin Yourong slung her crossbody bag over her shoulder and said to her father, who was sitting at the dining table picking his teeth, "Dad, I'll be going now."
"Go ahead!" Old Lin waved his hand. "After the plane lands, remember to let me and your mother know you've arrived safely."
"it is good."
Lin Yourong nodded, then went to the kitchen, opened the door, and said goodbye to her mother-in-law.
Yu Huan was holding Lao Lin's car keys and waiting for her in the entryway. The two of them went out together and went down the elevator.
Go to the underground parking garage.
The elevator door slowly opened.
Yu Huan looked at her beautiful face and suddenly felt that something was wrong.
"Uh, why aren't you wearing a mask?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong hurriedly pulled down the brim of her hat, and a family of three waiting for the elevator outside brushed past them.
With her hat brim pulled down and her head slightly lowered, it was difficult to see her face unless you looked at her from a specific angle.
The two of them went out.
Three people entered.
The elevator doors behind them slowly closed, and Yu Huan asked again, "Do you have it on you?"
Lin Yourong put her hands in her pockets, rummaged around for a while, then opened her crossbody bag to look inside. She looked up at Yu Huan and whispered, "Nothing."
At this time, there are definitely more people taking the elevator up than down.
Yu Huan hesitated for a moment, then said, "Why don't you wait here for a while, and I'll go upstairs to get the mask?"
"Forget it." Lin Yourong pulled him back and shook her head. "My dad has sunglasses in the car and he's in first class on the plane, so it should be fine. Besides, I'm not a coin, and not everyone knows me."
"OK then."
“I often go out wearing only a hat and sunglasses, and no one recognizes me.”
Yu Huan glanced at the wide-brimmed fisherman's hat on her head and thought that made sense.
After pausing briefly in the elevator, the two got into the car without stopping.
It was a little past seven o'clock, past the evening rush hour, and the road was clear. Taking the airport expressway, I arrived at the airport in half an hour.
(End of this chapter)