520 Picking up garbage and marrying into a wealthy family

Chapter 144: Urging Marriage and Childbirth (Part )

"I'm back! I asked you to take out the trash before I left, but you haven't moved at all. You wouldn't have just been sitting in front of the TV while I was out buying groceries, right? What can I expect you to do?"

“I come back every year.”

Seeing that he was about to become the target of condemnation, Xiang Aiguo immediately shifted the focus.

Xiang Huanian came out after hearing the noise, only to hear Xiang Aiguo say: "...Mom, you're back."

"Niannian, you're back."

After just one sentence, Chen Aifang was stuck. Obviously, neither of them had much to say.

But through the open door behind Xiang Huanian, Chen Aifang saw the suitcase in Xiang Huanian's room that obviously did not belong to their family. It was new. So, Chen Aifang's eyes turned and she immediately asked Xiang Huanian:

"What are you packing? When did you buy that suitcase? I've never seen it before. It looks quite new."

Seeing Chen Aifang about to walk past him into the room, it would be nothing at ordinary times, but now, all of Xiang Huanian's important documents and belongings were packed in the suitcase, and he was ready to leave home.

If Chen Aifang saw this, she would probably question him again, and he would have to explain himself, or even argue with her... After so many years of accumulated resentment, Xiang Huanian really didn't have the energy to argue with her.

But Xiang Huanian looked at his mother's eyes, which were full of calculations. He felt exhausted, but he still pulled off a fig leaf:

"The weather is getting colder, so I came back to pack some clothes. My employer was worried that it would be inconvenient for me to carry so many bags, so he lent me a suitcase."

"Oh, I borrowed it from you. How expensive is a suitcase? I thought they gave it to you directly. It's borrowed... Then when you return it, remember to clean it before returning it to the owner."

Chen Aifang muttered, seeming a little disappointed that the suitcase was not obtained for free, but she did not forget to give Xiang Huanian some instructions at the end.

"Okay, I know."

"Oh, by the way, since we're talking about your employer, isn't she very wealthy? Are there any single women in her circle? Your brother is going back to China soon, so why not ask her out to get to know him?"

This was calculated.

"...I don't know. I've only seen them a few times, and I'm not close to them. I don't have the luxury of arranging things. Mom, what are we having for lunch today? Do you want me to pick the vegetables? Is that a fish in the black plastic bag? Will it die if I don't put it in the water?"

Seeing that his mother was still unwilling to give up and wanted to find a wealthy in-law for his brother, Xiang Huanian felt powerless again and could only deal with it vaguely. When he noticed the dishes on the table, Xiang Huanian hurriedly diverted Chen Aifang's attention.

"Oh! Yes! My fish! And my shrimp! Those are fresh catches I snatched from several ladies. They can't suffocate to death. I have to keep them in water!"

Chen Aifang slapped her head, and Xiang Huanian successfully diverted her attention. She hurriedly ran to the kitchen with a black plastic bag.

Xiang Huanian also turned around and quickened the pace of packing his luggage.

Opening the wardrobe, Xiang Huanian found that there were not many clothes he needed to pack.

When he was in school, he always wore school uniforms, so during that period, Xiang Huanian really didn’t have much clothes to wear except school uniforms... That’s not entirely true, because he would still buy new clothes for the Chinese New Year once a year.

After all, she was going home to visit relatives. If she wore a school uniform to visit relatives, Chen Aifang would probably lose face in front of her relatives. Although the relatives remained kind on the surface, they would definitely say in private that Chen Aifang's family was struggling to make ends meet and couldn't even afford new clothes for her children.

Chen Aifang was most afraid of others saying that she was poor, so Xiang Huanian's closet was basically filled with clothes to wear when the weather was cold. Every time before meeting those relatives who loved to gossip, Chen Aifang would personally go to Xiang Huanian's closet and pick out a set of clothes that "did not make him look poor" for Xiang Huanian to change into.

One thing is that winter clothes are mostly washable, and when he was a child, Chen Aifang was responsible for most of the housework. Therefore, every time the weather got cold, Xiang Huanian could only pick out two warm coats from the closet to change into, and the others would have to wait until the next year.

Therefore, most of the coats, down jackets and cotton jackets in Xiang Huanian's closet still look like new.

Because Xiang Huanian's figure has basically not changed much since junior high school, the clothes in the closet can still be worn. He picked out a few decent sets, filled the suitcase, and then Xiang Huanian stopped.

After checking every corner of the room and making sure nothing important was left behind, Xiang Huanian closed the suitcase.

At the same time, outside, Chen Aifang, who seemed to be under electronic surveillance, almost started shouting in a loud voice when Xiang Huanian had just finished tidying up and walked out of the door and was struggling with what to do next:

"Hey, Nian Nian, help me peel the garlic!"

"Niannian, bring me the ginger from the balcony!"

"Niannian, give me some green onions from the vegetable bowl!"

"Every year..."

They were all trivial matters, but after Xiang Huanian came out of the room, his butt didn't even touch the seat. Meanwhile, Xiang Aiguo was like a blind and deaf man, sitting on the sofa calmly and composedly, as if his butt and the sofa were grown together.

The common problem of most men around the world is that they are all old men, all ancestors, and they are unable to move their hands. They were served when they were young.

Then, after some hard work by Xiang Huanian and Chen Aifang, lunch was finally ready.

A braised fish, a plate of steamed shrimp, a bowl of fatty braised pork with thousand-layer knots, a crispy stir-fried bean sprout, and a pot of preserved egg and tofu soup.

As far as Xiang Huanian was concerned, his daily meals were quite plentiful.

"Niannian, use your chopsticks and bowl to eat!"

"okay."

Xiang Huanian, who felt that his name had become so popular in just one morning, worked tirelessly and took out all the necessary things from the cupboard and chopstick bucket.

"Let's eat!"

When Xiang Huanian came out with the dishes and chopsticks, Xiang Aiguo, who had just asked for help with the cooking but kept delaying, unable to do it, and making all kinds of excuses, seemed like a disabled person. However, when the food was on the table, he appeared flexibly and sat in his seat early, waiting for the meal to start.

Oh, no, he couldn't even wait for Xiang Huanian to pick up the chopsticks. Looking at the tempting, brown, fat braised pork, he couldn't help but start eating it.

"Hmm~ My wife's cooking skills are indeed this! It's so delicious! It melts in your mouth. I can finish three bowls of rice with this bowl of braised pork!"