By the time Zhang Mingyang got up, breakfast had been prepared outside.

He was a little embarrassed that his son-in-law was being treated so well before he even got married. If he got married in the future, he would never dare to think about it.

Why shouldn't the mother-in-law light the cigarette herself?

However, he was still a boyfriend now, so he still had to pretend. Seeing Liu Zhujun busy in the kitchen, he quickly went to help get bowls and other things.

"You should learn from Yangyang. When you get up, you know how to help me with the work. Then you know how to sit on the stool and wait for dinner."

Xia Xingruo breathed a sigh of relief and reluctantly took the pickle bowl from her mother's hand.

Zhang Mingyang thought to himself, can this be the same? If Xia Xing were your daughter, and if I were your son, I would sit there and wait for the meal.

However, you still need to be humble on the surface and say a few words about how it can be done with a little effort.

At the dinner table, he did not forget to praise how delicious the food was, and how hard it was for my aunt to get up so early to make breakfast.

These words may sound false, but who doesn’t like to hear good words? Zhang Mingyang coaxed Liu Zhujun to smile, kept picking up vegetables for him, and even peeled eggs for him.

After breakfast, Xia Ling and Liu Zhujun went to work, leaving their two children at home to clean up the mess.

After seeing off the two elders, Zhang Mingyang took a few steps back and fell on the sofa with a long sigh of relief.

"Seeing how you coaxed my mother, I guess she will have to buy a lot of things to come back and cook for you in the evening." Xia Xingruo didn't wash the dishes either. She lay down on the other side of the sofa, head to head with her junior.

"There's nothing you can do about it. After all, it's the first time your son-in-law has come to visit us. You can expect him to be here in a few years."

"How about a few more years?" Xia Xingruo asked curiously.

"Mom, serve me some rice. Mom, the dish you made today is a bit salty. Improve it next time. If it tastes so bad again, I won't bring your girl back." Zhang Mingyang looked arrogant and pointed at the air.

The junior student next to her made Xia Xingruo laugh. She also wanted to tease him, so she deliberately said to the door: "Mom, why are you back? Did you forget something at home?"

Xia Xingruo's acting was real, but Zhang Mingyang didn't believe it at all.

He pulled Sister Ruoruo's head and kissed her directly on the lips. Not only that, he also deliberately made a loud noise, a "chirp".

After the kiss, Zhang Mingyang wiped his mouth and said, "Well, it smells like salted duck eggs this morning."

Xia Xingruo was a little confused by the kiss, but when she saw her junior wiping her mouth, she felt as if she was being disliked.

Not to be outdone, she leaned forward and kissed him again, making her own saliva stick to it.

Zhang Mingyang dodged, jumped up from the sofa, and said righteously: "Classmate Xia Xingruo, our table has not been cleared, and the bowls have not been washed. We have to work quickly."

After saying that, he set an example by quickly putting away the bowl and sending it to the sink for cleaning.

He didn't even look behind him. He only heard Xia Xingruo getting up from the sofa and walking to the dining table. She was fiddling with something at the table, as if she was picking up the remaining garbage.

Zhang Mingyang thought to himself, what happened today? Sister Ruoruo doesn't seem to be the kind of person who can "suffer her anger".

Just as he was thinking about it, Xia Xingruo tapped him on the back a few times. He thought it was because the remaining bowl was fast, and then turned around without warning.

The moment he turned around, the girl suddenly stood up on tiptoes and approached him. She took the initiative with her tongue and pried open the defensive door.

Zhang Mingyang accepted it passively, but he soon discovered something was wrong.

Wait! What does this smell like?

Just when he was about to resist, Xia Xingruo held on to Zhang Mingyang's head until he completely put the salted duck egg green into his mouth, and even used his tongue to help him crush it.

"Well......"

After the prank was done, Xia Xingruo quickly ran to the cup of cold water, took a sip, and said proudly: "Now both of our mouths taste like duck eggs."

Zhang Mingyang also ran to the side and drank a gulp of water before he recovered.

"Sister Ruoruo."

"Um?"

"Actually, we can drink water together. I don't mind it at all..."

"Well!"

...

While fighting, the two of them cleaned up the dining table and kitchen.

After cleaning up the house, the next step is to implement the planned outing for the next day.

Although there was a little hiccup in the middle, the original plan did not deviate too much. We still went out to play when we should. The only change was probably that they changed the place where they lived.

They had experienced the ice and snow on the first day, and on the second day Xia Xingruo was going to take her juniors to experience the humanistic atmosphere here.

Zhang Mingyang doesn't care. When traveling, someone will make plans in advance, so he can worry less. He just needs to follow.

On the way to another station at noon, they also passed by Xia Xingruo's high school school, and Zhang Mingyang suggested getting off the bus and taking a look.

It happened to be noon, so the two simply ate next to the school.

Entering the fast food restaurant, there are many high school students in school uniforms. Occasionally, you can see boys and girls sitting at the dining table secretly holding hands.

Maybe they will break up after graduation next year, but right now they are still enjoying their last high school years.

"It's really hard for them. They have to go to school right after the Chinese New Year." Zhang Mingyang sighed.

"They are all high school seniors. Didn't you just experience this last year? Or is it that the high school in Linjiang doesn't make up classes at this time?" Xia Xingruo asked curiously.

Zhang Mingyang was stunned for a moment. High school life had passed for him for a long, long time, so long that he almost couldn't remember it. But there was nothing wrong with what Sister Ruoruo said. He was indeed a high school student "last year".

"I also make up classes." Zhang Mingyang said: "But as long as I think about meeting you after I go to college, I won't feel hard."

His eyes were sincere, as if he was stating the facts.

Xia Xingruo was used to it. Every time his junior made a joke, he would pretend to be "I'm telling the truth."

"Liar, you told me during the summer vacation that you had my QQ account in a dream, so you added me. How come you've been looking forward to meeting me since high school?" Xia Xingruo raised the corner of her mouth and pointed out what her junior said.

loopholes in it.

But she was just teasing and didn't care. Anyway, it was a routine that the junior wanted to get to know her. Of course, a simple girl had to pretend that she didn't know what the routine was and then cooperated with the performance.

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"I did have a dream." Zhang Mingyang smiled: "I dreamed that we would be together in the future and live happily every day. When I woke up, although I had forgotten most of the dreams, I still remembered at least one QQ number.

So when I was in high school, I looked forward to meeting you in college."

"Look, did I string two excuses together!"

How many truths are told through jokes.

"Old-fashioned." Xia Xingruo complained: "When my father chatted with my mother, he said, 'I saw you in my dream.'"

"Our dad is quite fashionable. He must have learned it from Teacher Deng's sweetness."

While they were chatting and laughing, the waiter brought the food they had ordered at the bar.

Sister Ying Ruoruo highly recommends it. All they order are mouth-watering chicken rice.

"When I was in high school, I really liked eating this for a while. I would eat it every night before self-study. After eating, I would go to self-study." Xia Xingruo picked up a small piece of chicken and put it in her mouth. She closed her eyes, as if reminiscing.

High school life.

Zhang Mingyang also picked up a piece.

This is the first time he has seen saliva chicken cooked this way. There is no red oil on it, and it has more of a numbing taste in his mouth. In addition to the chicken, the side dish is cucumber shreds, which must be said to be quite appetizing.

"I thought when you were in high school, you would be the kind of student who asked your parents to send you meals every day in order to have more time to study." Zhang Mingyang said.

"If I loved studying so much, we wouldn't have met at the University of Technology."

"Sister Ruoruo, you are so hurtful. I worked very hard to get into the University of Technology." Zhang Mingyang swallowed the food in his mouth and said seriously: "Study hard every day!"

"Why do I remember that your province's scores are lower than those outside?" Xia Xingruo bluntly exposed his junior's lies.

"Well, I actually didn't work that hard." Zhang Mingyang scratched his head.

When he was in high school, the most important thing he did every day was to stay overnight with Brother Ji, and then he would study by himself early the next morning to catch up on his sleep.

If Xu Duanran hadn't had the courage to expose it later and urged him to study, he might not have been able to pass the exam at the University of Technology.

Perhaps because he was touched by the scene, Xia Xingruo also opened up his chat box and shared what happened in high school: "I'm the same as you, I didn't work hard, but I tried hard to write novels."

"Didn't you write your first novel in your freshman year?" Zhang Mingyang asked.

Now he heard everything Sister Ruoruo said for the first time. In the past, Sister Ruoruo never mentioned her life before college.

"I've been writing before, by hand, in class and after class, and what's more, I wrote ghost stories!"

"Ghost story?" Zhang Mingyang's eyes widened: "Then why did you start writing romance novels?"

Sister Ruoruo was cute and cute, but he really couldn't connect the ghost story with her.

"There is no contract for Ghost Story." Xia Xingruo gave a simple answer.

"All right."

"At that time, I was writing in class, after class, and when I got home. My mother was almost scared to death when she saw it." Xia Xingruo continued.

"Scared by the ghost story you wrote?"

"No." Xia Xingruo shook her head: "She was frightened by the fact that I wrote novels. She said I shouldn't write novels and tore up everything I wrote."
To be continued...