usatvline Chapter 374: Treat others in their own way!
Chapter 374: Treat others in their own way!
Chapter 374: Treat others in their own way!
Yu Huan was surprised to see such a strong reaction from her father-in-law after giving him nothing more than a simple small appliance...
He scratched his head slightly and said somewhat awkwardly, "Dad, I was worried that this electric kettle wouldn't suit your taste."
"It's great, I like it very much." Old Lin's face beamed with a happy smile, his eyes narrowing into slits with joy.
The mother-in-law chimed in with a smile, "Xiao Yu, change your shoes first, don't just stand here at the door."
"Ok."
Yu Huan smiled and replied, her gaze falling on the Rainbow Cat slippers on one side of the entrance as she looked down.
He slowly bent down to change his shoes, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "Dad, many tea tables on the market now have built-in electric kettles that can automatically fill with water."
"Is that so?" Old Lin's face showed a thoughtful expression.
He frowned slightly, forming a shallow "川" shape, and after carefully weighing the feasibility, he said, "Isn't it difficult to install it on the table at my workplace? Unless we saw a hole in it."
Yu Huan straightened up after changing her shoes, a warm smile on her face, and looked at Lao Lin sincerely: "Dad, there's really no need to saw holes. Just put it on top, it won't look bad. I'll go to the appliance market tomorrow morning and buy you one to take to work."
Old Lin, holding the box in one hand, quickly waved his other hand and said seriously, "No need for all that trouble. If I think it's useful, I can just buy one myself."
The voice just fell.
Yu Huan quickly and enthusiastically said, "Dad, it's no trouble at all. I didn't take any special route anyway, and besides, I'm quite familiar with the boss, so I can negotiate the price a little."
Looking into Yu Huan's sincere eyes, Lao Lin smiled and nodded, saying, "Alright then, Yu, thank you for making this trip again."
After saying that, Old Lin turned around and took the lead.
The mother-in-law followed closely behind, a hint of satisfaction on her face, and said, "That boy, Xiao Yu, is so thoughtful and considerate."
Yu Huan followed them and took a step, smiling as she continued, "Mom, Dad is usually very good to me too, this is what I should do."
Old Lin immediately turned his head slightly, a kind smile spreading across his face, and said loudly, "Hmm, what you said is pleasing to the ear. It shows that I haven't spoiled you for nothing!"
The father-in-law's words, filled with satisfaction, echoed gently in the living and dining room.
Lin Yourong was carrying dishes out of the kitchen when she heard this and turned around to glance at the corrugated cardboard box in Old Lin's arms.
She said with a hint of sarcasm, "Dad, it's just an electric kettle, nothing valuable. You're so happy about it. You're too easily satisfied."
The mother-in-law turned and walked into the kitchen, smiling as she replied, "Yourong, don't say that. It's not about whether it's expensive or not."
Despite being teased by his wife, Old Lin didn't stop. He calmly walked straight to the coffee table and replied, "That's right. It's not about how valuable it is, but about the thought behind it. That's more important than anything else!"
"Yes, yes, you have a dutiful son-in-law." Lin Yourong smiled sweetly as she gracefully floated to the dining table and set down the dishes.
Upon hearing their amusing conversation, Yu Huan couldn't help but chuckle.
He slowly walked to Lin Yourong's side, looked down at the dry pot on the table, and saw wisps of steam rising slowly like light ribbons, carrying a rich aroma.
The fragrance, delicate and subtle, captivated his sense of smell and taste buds.
With an empty stomach, Yu Huan's throat moved slightly, and she couldn't help but swallow.
He forced back the tears from his lips, raised his hand and gently pinched Lin Yourong's cheek, praising, "Oh, no wonder it smells so good, it's dry pot beef brisket!"
"Sure~" Lin Yourong's voice was pleasant and clear like a silver bell.
Her lips and chin curved slightly upwards, making her look playful and adorable.
Upon seeing her expression, Yu Huan immediately realized who was in charge of cooking.
With a smile in his eyes, he joked, "Just by looking at the aroma and the presentation, I can tell it was made by my wife."
"You're such a chatterbox!" Lin Yourong turned around coquettishly.
As she took a step forward, she noticed that her father wasn't looking this way, so she quickly pinched his buttock: "You look so travel-worn, you must be tired after a long day of work. Just sit and wait for dinner."
"Yes, ma'am!" Yu Huan replied, a smile playing on her lips, and pulled out a dining chair to sit down.
After placing the electric kettle on the floor next to the coffee table, Lao Lin quickly returned.
His gaze fell on the dry pot and plates on the table, and his smile widened even more: "You Rong's cooking skills are getting better and better."
Yu Huan looked at her father-in-law, who had moved around to the other side of the dining table, and said with a bright smile, "Dad, after we finish eating, I'll help you install and set up the electric kettle..."
Dinner was held in a warm and cheerful atmosphere.
Time flies exceptionally fast in this warm atmosphere of family affection, and it slips away unnoticed.
Before we knew it, dinner was over.
Yu Huan, who was politely refused the task of washing dishes by his mother-in-law, did not sit idly. He got up and went to the coffee table to start unpacking and assembling the electric kettle, his movements skilled and methodical.
Old Lin stood by with his hands on his hips, watching intently. He even called the supermarket owner to have a bottle of mineral water delivered.
Having already assembled it once before, Yu Huan quickly and efficiently finished the assembly.
The elderly couple sat on the sofa, while the young couple sat diagonally across from each other on small stools.
The four of them sat around the coffee table, leisurely sipping tea and chatting happily, sharing the little joys of life, all while the background noise of the television filled the air.
Lin Yourong glanced at the wall clock every now and then. When the hour hand pointed precisely to 7:20, she quickly said, "Dad, Mom, I have something to do tonight. I have an online learning appointment with my teacher."
Old Lin was leisurely sipping his tea when he heard this, and immediately raised his head slightly.
A hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes as he asked, "Oh? What kind of teacher is it?"
Yu Huan chimed in: "She's a traditional opera teacher. There will be elements of that in one of Rongrong's new songs."
"Oh?" Old Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, a teasing expression on his face, and said to Lin Yourong, "I used to tell you to learn to sing Huagu Opera properly, but you just wouldn't learn. Now you're cramming at the last minute?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong rolled her eyes at her father, speechless.
She stood up, turned and walked lightly toward the bedroom, saying without looking back, "If it were Huagu Opera, would I need to communicate online? Yu Huan wrote a new song for me, which includes a segment from the Kunqu Opera 'The Peach Blossom Fan,' so I have to consult a Kunqu Opera teacher."
"Oh?" Yu Huan's mother-in-law looked at him with surprise, but her eyes were also smiling. "Young people are so creative. It's really ingenious to combine these traditional dramas with modern music." Yu Huan knew that his mother-in-law didn't really understand these things.
He frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then explained, "Mom, there are already successful examples before, just like Li Yugang's 'The New Drunken Concubine'."
"The New Drunken Concubine? I have that song on my phone!" Old Lin's eyes lit up instantly, and he took up the conversation with great interest.
"That sounds familiar." The mother-in-law nodded thoughtfully.
“Mom, you must have heard it too, this song is super popular—” Yu Huan was saying when Lin Yourong came out of the bedroom in a hurry, carrying a canvas tote bag.
Her steps were slightly hurried, and as she walked, she interrupted him, saying, "Yu Huan, I have an appointment with someone at eight o'clock."
"Okay." Yu Huan picked up her teacup, downed it in one gulp with a flourish, then stood up and said, "Dad, Mom, Rongrong and I will be going now?"
"I'll play it for you on my phone later." After saying this to his mother-in-law, Lao Lin turned to the young couple and waved with a smile: "Alright, you two go ahead and do your work, don't let it interfere with important matters. You Rong, study hard and communicate well with your teacher."
The mother-in-law nodded and smiled, saying, "Yes, go ahead, but be mindful of the time and don't rush on the way."
After saying goodbye to the elderly couple, Yu Huan and Lin Yourong walked together toward the front door.
"Honey, did you bring all your equipment? I don't have things like microphone cables!" Yu Huan asked with concern as she took out a mask from her pocket and put it on.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong lowered her head, opened the bag to check, and replied, "It's all packed."
The young couple stopped in the entryway, changed their shoes, and got dressed.
Yu Huan considerately helped her carry the canvas tote bag, grasped the doorknob with one hand, and gently pressed down, opening the door with a soft click.
As he stepped out of the door, he jokingly whispered, "Haha, it seems I'm incredibly lucky today to have a big star ride on the back of my little electric scooter?"
Lin Yourong followed closely behind, patted his back lightly, and scolded him playfully, "What are you pretending to be? It's not like you haven't ridden in before!"
With a touch of intimacy and coquetry in her voice, she turned and pushed the door shut.
Yu Huan stood aside, patiently waiting for her to close the door, and then took her soft, slightly cool hand in his.
We took the elevator together and went down to the ground floor.
The air outside was cold and fresh. When you inhaled it through your mask, it felt cool at first, but when that coolness reached your lungs, it gave you a refreshing and invigorating feeling.
Lin Yourong walked side by side with Yu Huan. Her gaze shifted to the corner to the left of the gate, and she suddenly raised her hand and pointed at it.
She said with a hint of sarcasm, "Honey, I was just standing there watching you admiring yourself in the mirror and calling yourself an idiot—"
Although Lin Yourong hadn't finished speaking, Yu Huan blushed and immediately let out an "uh".
He scratched his head, pondered for a moment, and then chose to cover up his embarrassment with a joke: "Occasionally, you have to admire your own stunning good looks, otherwise it would be a disservice to this handsome face of mine, don't you think?"
Hearing his humorous and self-deprecating words, Lin Yourong chuckled and put his big hand into her trench coat pocket: "Alright, alright, you're just being vain. But, well, your face is passable, hehe."
Yu Huan chuckled in response.
The green plants in the neighborhood swayed gently in the cold wind, making a rustling sound, and the streetlights emitted a dim yellow light, casting long shadows of the plants nestled together.
Yu Huan led Lin Yourong out of the residential area and headed straight for the roadside where electric scooters were parked.
The sticker above the license plate on the rear of the car that read "Don't chase me, I'm married" was particularly eye-catching under the streetlights.
Lin Yourong spotted the car sticker at a glance, her eyes sparkling with delight, and her cheerful voice emanated from beneath her mask: "Darling, you're quite conscientious!"
Upon hearing her words, Yu Huan followed her gaze and couldn't help but laugh.
He joked, "Of course, I need to let the whole world know that I'm a married man, so that those women won't have any designs on me!"
"You're mainly afraid of others, and you even put flowers on your car seat, right?" Lin Yourong glanced at him sideways, her beautiful eyes carrying a hint of teasing.
Yu Huan nodded without hesitation and decisively uttered two words: "That's right!"
Lin Yourong smiled gently, her almond-shaped eyes curving into crescents. Even with a mask on, one could feel the joy emanating from her heart.
The young couple walked over to the electric scooter while chatting and laughing.
Since his wife had other important matters to attend to, Yu Huan handed her the canvas tote bag, then squatted down and deftly opened the U-shaped anti-theft lock. He then mounted the electric scooter, covered his head with the helmet with one hand, and patted the back seat with the other.
"Honey, come on up, and hold me tight, it's a bit cold outside."
"Okay~" Lin Yourong pressed her fisherman's hat down tightly.
She gracefully stepped onto the back seat, placed the canvas tote bag between them, then wrapped one arm around Yu Huan's waist and naturally and intimately leaned against his back.
Lin Yourong sniffed and emphasized, "Honey, let's hurry up and leave. We still need to test the microphone when we get home. I can't stand people up."
"Alright, don't worry, my dear wife, I'll speed up and make sure I'm home in fifteen minutes. I won't delay your conversation with your teacher!" Yu Huan gently twisted the accelerator. "Once we get home, we'll each do our own thing. I need to finish the demo for 'The Wind on the Way Home' in the next couple of days."
Lin Yourong tightened her arms around Yu Huan slightly and rested her head on his back.
She raised her voice slightly and said with concern, "Well, don't overwork yourself."
"Don't worry, honey, I know what I'm doing."
The little electric scooter rolled along its wheels, slowly crossing the sidewalk and entering the non-motorized vehicle lane. It gradually accelerated in the cold night, carrying the two people, and sped towards home.
Yu Huan kept a close eye on everything and listened carefully to everything around him. Before long, he arrived at his apartment building on his electric scooter.
Judging from the evening sky, it's unlikely to rain tomorrow.
With this thought in mind, Yu Huan casually leaned the electric scooter under the eaves next to the garage door, locked it, and then walked into the stairwell with Lin Yourong.
He looked up and saw his wife's graceful figure swaying with her steps, like a willow in the wind, light and moving.
Yu Huan couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch her buttocks. His hearty laughter echoed in the hallway as he said, "Wife, I've noticed that you really like pinching my butt now, huh?"
Lin Yourong immediately took a large stride up the three steps and nimbly dodged away.
She snorted and said softly, "This is what I call 'an eye for an eye!' Who told you to always touch my butt!"
(End of this chapter)