Author: Gu Rong Rong MACHINE TRANSLATION
However, when she heard her mother say that she could take advantage of the time when everyone was sitting together to talk about the marriage, her heart suddenly relaxed.
“Okay, then I’ll wait for you at home. ”
Hearing that her marriage with Zhou Tianyang had finally come to an end, Yi Yu’s mood could be said to be very good. She did not want to have anything to do with that scumbag with skinny legs.
As expected, the Zhou family’s parents came over with a smile. They kept calling Yi Yu’s in-law and mother-in-law, as if Yi Yu was already their daughter-in-law.
Xia Lan and Yi bin were not as happy and enthusiastic as they were. Hearing Them Call Yi Yu their in-law and mother-in-law, it was really annoying.
“Old Zhou, have a seat. ”
Yi Bin directly changed the way he addressed her and stopped calling her in-law. When mother Zhou heard this term of address, she was a little displeased. It was as if they were kissing each other’s buttocks.
She snorted in her heart, but she did not feel that way anymore.
“You guys have a seat. The dishes will be ready soon. ”
“Auntie, let me help you. ” Zhou Tianyang immediately stood up to help, but Xia Lan obviously would not let him come over to help.
“No need, no need. You are the guest, just sit down. There is no reason to let the guest do the work. ”
In the past, if he still had the idea of letting his son-in-law come over, now that both families had to clarify the marriage, there was no need for him to come over.
Hearing the word “guest” , Zhou Tianyang did not show any embarrassment on his face.
“My son’s craftsmanship is also very good. Yi Yu will be able to enjoy a good life when she marries into our family in the future. ” Of course, Mother Zhou felt that her son was good in everything, and she was not stingy with her praise.
If it was not for the fact that her son liked Yi Yu, she would still feel that a leftover girl like Yi Yu, who came from an ordinary family and was a little old, was not worthy of her son.
Yi Yu expressed her disdain.
Even if Zhou Tianyang was not a homosexual, he could not marry. Mother Zhou felt that her son was good at everything. No matter what mistakes he made when he married, his daughter-in-law would be the scapegoat. Because her son was the best, he would never make mistakes.
Father Zhou knew that his son had some skills. He frowned and said, “it’s not a big deal that my son can cook. Why is it called enjoying a good life? In the future, when he has to work, he might not necessarily cook for Xiao Yu. ”
Father Zhou was still a person who knew a thing or two. Yi Bin’s furrowed brows finally relaxed. “everyone, don’t just sit there. Have some tea. ”
The few of them finally stopped talking and ate the fruits placed on the coffee table.
Finally, they shut up!
Yi Yu muttered in her heart, and her ears finally calmed down.
“Xiao Yu, this is a mango, right? ” Mother Zhou could not help but ask again.
Yi Yu looked at it and nodded. “Yes. ”
Mother Zhou looked at the rarely seen fruit with a pained expression. “This fruit is very expensive, isn’t it? You even bought so many. How much does it cost? How good would it be to use IT TO RUN THE HOUSEHOLD! ”
Yi Yu almost spat out the apple that she had bitten off and her eyes widened.
“Mom, what are you saying? JUST HURRY UP AND EAT YOURS! ”
Seeing that her son seemed unhappy, Mother Zhou did not say anything. She only looked at Yi Yu with a slightly strange gaze.
Yi Yu felt that her worldview had been refreshed by mother Zhou once again. She knew that mother Zhou was very stingy in the past, but she did not expect that she was not even the daughter-in-law of her family. Did she think that her money belonged to the Zhou Family?
And she even used it to manage the house?
On what basis?
Why didn’t you go to heaven? Oh, Aunt Zhou!
Zhou Tianyang saw that Yi bin and Yi Yu’s expressions were not right, and he began to blame his mother for being too talkative. He knew what kind of person his mother was in the past. If he had known earlier, he would have just asked his father to come over.
