bestfiction Chapter 221 I saw my son and daughter-in-law, what's wrong?
Chapter 221 I saw my son and daughter-in-law, what's wrong?
After Ning Yi and Ji Yan parted ways, he flew off to attend a scheduled event, while Ning Yi returned to a neighboring city.
"Don't even mention Xiao Yan, she's way more romantic than your dad was when he was young," Gu Ai said, sipping her tea and scrolling through her iPad.
Ning Yi smiled, "Romantic? Ji Yan is indeed quite good at this."
Ning Jian brought out the freshly cut fruit platter, a hint of resentment in his voice: "What are you talking about? What did I do wrong when I was young?"
"Have you forgotten? When we were dating, you said you liked the plum blossom cake from that old-established shop in the west of the city. In the dead of winter, I drove around most of the city to buy it. When I came back, the cake was warm in my pocket. When you took the first bite, your eyes were sparkling. Wasn't that romantic?"
Gu Ai put down her iPad, picked up a piece of apple with a toothpick, and brought it to her mouth: "I think that's stupid."
She turned to Ning Yi, her eyes filled with a gentle smile, and her voice softened: "Your dad had a cold at the time, and his nose was so stuffy that he was speaking in a muffled voice. I just casually mentioned to him that I wanted to eat plum blossom cakes from the west of the city, but I never expected him to take it seriously."
“That night it was several degrees below zero, and the wind was blowing like knives. He texted me to open the door, so I put on a coat and went downstairs to open the door. I saw your dad standing in front of the door, wearing a down jacket and his nose was as red as a radish. When he saw me open the door, he quickly stuffed the paper package he was carrying into my hand.”
A faint smile spread across Gu Ai's eyes, and her voice slowed down: "The paper package was wrapped in his sweater, and when it was opened, steam billowed out, and the plum blossom cake was still warm."
"The next morning, he was delirious with fever, his temperature was almost 40 degrees Celsius, and he was shivering even wrapped in two blankets."
Ning Jianzheng, having his past exposed, retorted with a stiff neck, "That wasn't foolishness, it's about sending good wishes while they're still fresh."
He peeled the lychee in his hand and put it into the fruit plate, then continued, "Your mother always said I was dull back then, and I just wanted her to know that I took her words to heart."
Ning Yi sat to the side, resting her chin on her hand, watching her parents chatter away. A smile spread across her face. She reached out, picked up a piece of mango, and put it in her mouth. If it were Ji Yan, he would probably do the same thing.
Ning Yi smiled and said, "Dad is right. Sincerity should be expressed while it's still fresh. My dad may not be very good at expressing himself, but he always keeps his heart in mind. He remembers everything Mom says and cares about."
How romantic.
Gu Ai couldn't help but smile when praised by the father and daughter, but she still stubbornly snorted, "That was the only time it was decent. Your dad has hardly ever said any sweet words."
Ning Jian put a peeled lychee into Gu Ai's dish and said helplessly, "Can sweet talk feed you?"
“But I know you have a cold stomach. No matter how hot it is in summer, I don’t let the kitchen make iced drinks. I ask Aunt Lin to put less rock sugar when she makes plum juice and add two herbs to strengthen the spleen. I know you cough for a while when the seasons change and you like to have sour tastes in winter, so I specially asked someone to find a batch of aged tangerine peel from the south. I dried it myself for three months and put two pieces in when stewing pears. Didn’t you stop complaining of heartburn at night?”
"Aren't these more real than empty sweet talk?"
Gu Ai poked a lychee in the plate with a toothpick and coughed lightly: "I know you're capable, you're the only one who knows how to take care of people."
Ning Yi received a message on her phone. She glanced at it and then said to Gu Ai and the others, "Sister Yuzhu knows I'm back today. She said she and my brother will be back for dinner tonight."
Upon hearing this, Gu Ai immediately put down the toothpick in her hand, got up and was about to walk to the kitchen: "Then I'll go tell Aunt Lin to add two dishes that Yu Zhu likes. She used to love my drunken crab, but she couldn't eat it last time because she had a cold. There are fresh swimming crabs available these days, so I'll personally gut and marinate them this afternoon."
Ning Jian watched Gu Ai's retreating figure, shook his head with a smile, and turned to Ning Yi, saying, "Your mother has always treated Yu Zhu like her own daughter. Even though the two kids are busy with work, she asks them every few days when they're coming back for dinner."
"You said the two kids haven't been married long, they're in the prime of their love, we should give them more space."
Ning Yi smiled and said, "They say having a good mother-in-law can reduce half the troubles in a marriage."
An Hui, knowing that Ning Yi had returned to the neighboring city, sent her a message inviting her to her home for dinner.
“Look how promising our Xiaoyan is! He’s got all sorts of romantic ideas. He’s definitely taken after me.” An Hui kept looking at the image on her phone of Ji Yan suddenly appearing during the performance at Ningyi Stage a few days ago.
Ji Shaoliang looked at An Hui in front of him and rubbed his temples with a headache: "You've watched that video at least forty or fifty times in the past two days. You watch it while eating, while sitting on the sofa, and even before going to bed you take it out to reminisce."
An Hui crossed her legs and glared at him: "Let me see what's wrong with my son and daughter-in-law?"
"The two of them standing there are like they're in an idol drama. Ever since Ayan started dating Xiaoyi, I can't watch any of his dramas with female leads."
"No matter how I look at it, he still doesn't look as good as when he stands next to Xiaoyi."
Ji Shaoliang smiled helplessly: "That's perfect. Let Xiao Yan leave the entertainment industry as soon as possible, go home and marry Xiao Yi, so he can take over the company."
An Hui glanced at him sideways: "You just want your son to take over the company as soon as possible so you can have some peace and quiet. Let me tell you, your son's marriage is a big deal. Let the two of them handle it smoothly on their own. Don't keep urging him to take over the company."
"Xiao Yi sets up the stage, and A Yan plays the plays he likes. It's better for the two kids to be happy than anything else."
Ji Shaoliang had just picked up his teacup when he heard this and almost choked. When he put the cup down, he smiled helplessly and said, "Your change of expression is faster than turning the pages of a book. Who was it that was pulling me aside the other day, saying that Xiaoyan is already thirty and Xiaoyi is settled down, so it's time to put the wedding on the agenda?"
"And who was it that went with me to talk to Xiaoyan, telling her to retire early and live a peaceful life? Also, who was it that made a promise with me when we were young, saying that when we got to this age and our children were grown up, we would hand over the company and travel around, visiting all the places we hadn't been to when we were young while we were still able to walk?"
An Hui, having her past exposed, coughed lightly and turned her face away, still clutching her phone in her hand: "No, no, the situation is different now."
“Look how good they are now. Xiaoyi is in the prime of her career, shining brightly on stage. Ayan’s eyes are always smiling when he looks at her. They are living such a carefree life. If we force them to get married and retire from the entertainment industry, it will only cause trouble for the children.”
She paused, then turned to look at Ji Shaoliang: "Besides, what's wrong with waiting a couple more years? We're both in good health."
Ji Shaoliang looked at her and finally shook his head helplessly, picked up an orange from the table and peeled it: "Okay, whatever you say, I'll do. Anyway, you've been right all these years."