Strongest Guard

Yue Zitong, who was sitting on the sofa with her mother and chatting, held her mother-in-law's hand and quickly walked towards the dining room like a child who had no experience in matters of the world.    

With regards to Aunt Yue, who went to the kitchen in her apron and did not even move her hands and only told an unreal story, kicking Lee Nanfang in the foot, boasting shamelessly that it was her craftsmanship that was shameless. On account of her returning the Xuanyuan Dang back to him, Lee Nanfang decided not to expose her.    

She raised her index finger and poked her forehead as she jokingly scolded, "Silly girl, do you really think I don't know that you don't know anything other than how to cook noodles?"    

Your mother-in-law is very perceptive, and I am very grateful to your son-in-law.    

Lee Nanfang thanked him in his heart and placed the plate on the table.    

After being exposed by her mother, Yue Zitong did not blush at all. Lee Nanfang, do you think so? "    

"Yes, yes. You've helped. This tofu, this turnip and ham were all skillfully carved by you. How could I, a clumsy man, do such fine work?"    

Lee Nanfang pulled up a chair for his mother-in-law and asked her to sit down. Then he pointed to the twenty-four-bridge moon night and said, "Tongtong, introduce this dish to your mother. What's the name of this dish and what it means?"    

When Yue Zitong went to the kitchen, she saw Lee Nanfang carving tofu with a small knife, but he was completely focused on the Xuanyuan Dang and didn't notice what he was playing with.    

When he looked carefully, with a single glance, his mouth was wide open in shock. His face was filled with disbelief as he stuttered, "This, this was made by you?"    

Lee Nanfang immediately gave in: "I didn't do it, you did it."    

If it was really her daughter's doing, then why would she be so surprised right now? However, her mother-in-law would naturally not expose her. Instead, she especially liked the relationship between her daughter and son-in-law.    

This was the most lovable game between a couple. Compared to the flirting and scolding of Red Fruit, this game was countless times more elegant. The relationship between husband and wife would unknowingly have a qualitative improvement.    

The Yue family was one of the wealthiest families in Beijing. As Lao Yue's little Daughter-in-law, her mother-in-law had never had a big meal before.    

But she really had not seen anyone who could use a piece of tofu to carve a small bridge in the south of the river. There were a total of twenty or so bridge holes, and every bridge hole was connected to the left and right, emitting the fragrance of ham. The white soup under the bridge had many tiny moons floating on it.    

On the bridge, there was a young man and woman, a scholar and a lady. The scholar was holding an umbrella carved out of red radish, and the lady was leaning on his shoulder, looking up at the sky.    

Staring at the dish for a full minute, his mother-in-law sighed and said, "Sigh, Nanfang, it's really a shame that you, a man, can cook such a dish. "I …"    

"Mom, isn't this the first time you've come here for a meal? Of course I have to put in some effort to make you satisfied."    

Lee Nanfang interrupted his mother-in-law with a smile, "In the future, I will only make delicious food. As long as it doesn't look too good, it will be very time-consuming."    

"Hehe, alright, I appreciate your filial piety. "A family, you don't have to be so polite in the future."    

His mother-in-law nodded with a smile and asked, "Nanfang, what's the name of this dish?"    

Before Lee Nanfang could answer, Yue Zitong spoke first, "Full Moon's Night of the Twenty-fourth Bridge!"    

Lee Nanfang thought like this in his heart. He let her brag about how, in order to entertain his mother's first meal, she had racked her brains and come up with some ideas for how to teach Lee Nanfang how to make this famous dish. Naturally, it also meant that she would live a warm and comfortable life in the future.    

The artistic conception of the Full Moon's Night of the 24 Bridges was originally to have a warm and peaceful life. This kind of life was what Yue Yang longed for the most.    

If the military was in chaos, then the scholar lady would run to the bridge in the middle of the night with an umbrella and pretend to admire the moon. Then a group of boorish men would rush out with a knife.    

The Yue Family's mother and daughter, after all, came from a wealthy family. They did not even need Lee Nanfang to guide them where they should eat from, they knew that the most delicious food was the soup, especially the small moons floating under the bridge.    

Of course, the taste of the small bridge carved from tofu was also pretty good, even his mother-in-law couldn't bear to destroy it. Yue Zitong was still the one with the black heart, so she directly scooped up half of the scholar's body and stuffed it into her mouth to chew.    

After a blissful midnight snack, it was already after midnight.    

Yue Zitong pushed away the utensils and was about to persuade her mother to rest when Lee Nanfang coughed and stared at the utensils.    

F * * k, he's telling me to go wash the dishes!    

Damn it, don't tell me this will be done solely by my aunt in the future?    

Yue Zitong complained in her heart, but she couldn't say anything. Don't forget that she was playing the role of a good wife and mother. When Lee Nanfang returned, she was the one who condescended to change the shoes for this scum.    

When my aunt carried the bowl and chopsticks to the kitchen, Lee Nanfang poured water for his mother-in-law.    

Even though it was Saturday tomorrow and there was no need to go to work, Lee Nanfang and his wife could accompany her and talk until daybreak. Judging from her smooth skin, she had never stayed up the whole night, so if she did not sleep that night, it was bound to disrupt her biological clock, leading to endocrine dysfunction and a small pimple on her face …    

"Nanfang, how is your wife?"    

Picking up the cup of water, he took a sip. His mother-in-law had mentioned her eldest niece, and Guain was Lee Nanfang's mistress. As his youngest aunt, it was best not to call her by her full name in front of him.    

Lee Nanfang, who was about to carry the cup of water, sat straight and answered respectfully: "Not bad. It's just that when it rains on cloudy days, my back hurts. However, these two years have been much better than before. "    

"Sigh, back then when your master attacked, it was too ruthless."    

Tongtong's mother-in-law sighed and looked towards the kitchen. "That was because Tongtong wasn't sensible and shouldn't have —"    

Lee Nanfang interrupted her, "Mom, I was wrong about that. Tongtong didn't do anything wrong."    

Since your health is not good, then don't live in such a remote place. Come here to the Qingshan City and live with us, and when you and Tongtong have children, help me look after them.    

Lee Nanfang, on the other hand, really wanted to live with his wife. Of course, he agreed and even bewitched his wife to call his mother tomorrow, hoping to convince her.    

"Mom, it's already a bit late, I'm a bit tired, shouldn't I rest early?"    

While the two of them were happily chatting, Yue Zitong walked out of the kitchen with her hands behind her back, yawning and crying.    

His mother-in-law was even happier when she saw her daughter, who had not touched any Yang Chun water since she was young, wash the dishes. She looked like a good daughter-in-law, she said that her daughter was a strong woman now, but she couldn't be too domineering in front of her husband.    

Doing housework properly could not only strengthen the relationship between husband and wife, but also help them digest food through exercise. It could be said that killing two birds with one stone was a good thing, and he had to persevere and exercise more in the future.    

His mother-in-law was definitely a first-rate woman, and was very considerate towards her daughter and son-in-law. Therefore, even though she really didn't want to rest, she still nodded and stood up with a smile, then followed her daughter up the stairs.    

From the beginning to the end, she didn't ask Lee Nanfang about the matter of Lee Nanfang's car colliding with someone. Since her son-in-law was able to rush back to cook for her, it already proved that it was settled.    

"Tongtong, you guys rest early as well."    

the mother-in-law told her daughter, standing in the bedroom doorway.    

"Got it. Very soon."    

Yue Zitong raised her hand and snapped her fingers.    

"Silly child, stop doing such masculine actions in the future … Alright, alright, Mom won't talk about you anymore, is that not enough?"    

His mother-in-law lovingly reached out her hand and combed her daughter's hair before smiling at Lee Nanfang, who was sitting on the sofa downstairs. She then opened the door and walked in.    

Yue Zitong immediately pressed her ear against the door and listened to her mother's footsteps disappear. She then raised her hand towards Lee Nanfang, who was downstairs. Just as she was about to snap her fingers, she changed into a hooked finger, as if she was calling a puppy, making him quickly roll up.    

Lee Nanfang was really scared that he was staying in the same room as Yue Zitong. He was really afraid that she would sleepwalk at night, so he took advantage of the time when he was sleeping to snap — wouldn't that be terrible?    

Lee Nanfang shook his head and pointed at his house as if it was a mystery.    

"This won't do, hurry up and come up. Those lousy things of yours have already been cleaned up my room."    

Yue Zitong opened her mouth and said something silently. Lee Nanfang pretended to be in a daze and did not understand. It was only when she pretended to cut off his head with her knife that she stepped onto the stairs that she had never walked up before.    

He was still a little excited. This was truly a hopeless situation. Wasn't it just going to Yue San's best friend's room? It wasn't like he was going to the Devil's Cave, where he had to raise his head and raise his chest to prevent himself from being looked down upon and ridiculed by her.    

"Ink my ass, let's go in!"    

Just as Lee Nanfang walked to the bedroom door and was about to peek inside, Yue Zitong pushed him in as if he was a criminal, just like an evil prison guard. Then she flashed in and slammed the door shut.    

"Will our mother hear us talking?"    

Lee Nanfang turned around and asked.    

Yue Zitong coldly said, "Don't try to get close to my mom. That's my mom."    

Lee Nanfang didn't care about her bad attitude and asked: "Then what should I call her? Lao Yang, and even Madam Yue. Can't you call her Young Madam just like when you were young? "    

Yue Zitong was stunned for a moment. She instinctively disliked Lee Nanfang calling his mother-in-law, but other than calling his mother, he seemed to have no other choice. She waved her hand impatiently. However, you can only shout it out on the surface, and not in your heart. "    

"Can she hear me?"    

Lee Nanfang sneered, "Yue Zitong, actually, I hate you more than you do me. "As a woman, she doesn't have the gentleness of a woman. She doesn't even know how to eat, only swears all day long, smokes and drinks as if she's a hooligan. She really takes herself seriously."    

"Eyes?"    

Lee Nanfang continued to sneer: "Bullsh * t, what's the use of raising your fist? If you have the ability, then try punching laozi. I promise I won't shout it out to the whole world."