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"No, no, no!" Xiao Feng hastily jumped away and whispered, "That’s not what I ant; I just think it might be a bit too much, don’t you think? This stuff, most people haven’t even heard of it, and for Lele, a girl as ordinary as they co, to suddenly produce ten of them, isn’t that a bit too exaggerated?"
You said irritably, "Are you dumb? Er Ya is one of our Detective Agency mbers, just say these are gifts from Er Ya to Lele, and as for the other details, just make them up yourself."
"Right!"
Xiao Feng nodded, quickly waved to Han Lele, and the two of them went over their lines in the corner before you all stepped into Xiao Feng’s ho.
Xiao Feng’s ho was decorated simply, but within its simplicity, there was also a hint of warmth, fitting his parents’ character—seemingly strict on the surface but actually kind-hearted.
Han Lele, who had seed comfortable enough outside the door, beca tense the mont she crossed the threshold, like a taut string.
"Mu Yun has arrived."
Hearing the door open, Xiao Feng’s father, who had been fixated on one section of the newspaper for nearly half an hour, finally put it down.
You noticed that his arm trembled noticeably when he placed the newspaper on the table; it seed that holding it in such a position for over half an hour had been sowhat of a strain on his arm.
Clearly, Xiao Feng’s father was nervous too.
As parents, they were naturally well aware of their son’s character, and the fact that Xiao Feng was bringing Han Lele ho at this ti ant only one thing: barring so disaster, Han Lele was destined to be their future daughter-in-law.
"Hello, uncle."
You, with Zhao’er in tow, approached first and introduced her to Xiao Feng’s father with a smile, "This is my girlfriend, Zhao’er."
"Hello, uncle."
Apart from you, Zhao’er seldom showed a smile to anyone else; Xiao Feng’s father was no exception. Zhao’er didn’t even nod as a greeting, just said the phrase dryly.
For a mont upon seeing Zhao’er, Xiao Feng’s father was a bit taken aback; after a three-second pause, he ca back to his senses, deliberately avoided looking at Zhao’er any further, and smilingly said to you, "Have a seat."
Today, you and Zhao’er were rely there to accompany the others, so both of you naturally sat down on the couch. At the sa ti, you gave Xiao Feng a aningful look.
Xiao Feng swallowed, took Han Lele’s slightly cool hand, and led her in front of his father, saying softly, "Dad, this is Lele."
"Hel... Hello, uncle."
Han Lele was so nervous that her palms were sweating.
Seeing Han Lele like this not only did not cause any dislike in Xiao Feng’s father, but he even chuckled and laughed, "Sit down, sit down."
"Thank you, uncle."
Han Lele, with her head half bowed, clutched the bamboo basket filled with chicken eggs tightly; her knuckles were turning white from gripping it too hard.
"Dad, this basket of chicken eggs is from Lele’s own ho, she brought them all the way from her place."
"Good, good, Lele is thoughtful."
Xiao Feng’s father gave Han Lele a few more glances; though he didn’t explicitly say much, it was not difficult to see from the smile in his eyes and the small nods that Han Lele had made a good first impression on him.
"Sit down, sit down."
Only then did Xiao Feng and Han Lele sit down on another sofa. No sooner had they settled down than the sound of high heels tapping against the floor echoed from the second floor, the "clack-clack" moving gradually from upstairs.
Hearing this, Han Lele beca even more tense.
On their way over, Xiao Feng had ntioned to her that his mother was the decision-maker in the family, and if she could win his mother’s approval, their relationship would be set in stone.
Xiao Feng placed his hand on Han Lele’s tightly clenched fists and gave her a small smile.
"Oh, Mu Yun has arrived, huh?"
"Auntie Han, hello. It’s been a while since I last saw you, and you’ve beco even younger. Right now you look like a twenty-sothing young woman."
"You little rascal, you’ve gotten taller, and your mouth has gotten sweeter too."
Xiao Feng’s mother, Du Han, walked over with a smile all over her face. When she first saw Zhao’er beside you, her eyes brightened imdiately, "So this is Zhao’er?"
"Hello, Auntie Han."
Zhao’er spoke in a similarly faint tone, but not cold, and with such an appearance and such a tone, she made it impossible for others to be angered, only to feel that it was natural for her to be this way.
Hearing that Du Han knew Zhao’er, you couldn’t help but ask, "Auntie Han, you know about Zhao’er?"
"Oh my, that would be your mom, always talking about her future daughter-in-law. By now, which of us little sisters doesn’t know about Zhao’er?" Standing beside you, Du Han gazed at Zhao’er for a few seconds with sincerity and exclaid, "Really though, this little rascal must have accumulated so good karma in a past life to et such a good girl like Zhao’er."
"Heh, the thing about marriage, it’s hard to explain." Saying this, you moved your eyes to the corner, shooting Xiao Feng a look and signaling him with your eyes.
Xiao Feng hurriedly said, "Mom."
"Hmm?"
Hearing her son’s call, Du Han turned around.
Seizing the opportunity, Xiao Feng stood up with Han Lele and addressed Du Han, "Mom, this is Lele."
Xiao Feng’s father, Xiao Lin, ran a publicly-listed company that, while not very large, had a notable reputation within the industry, and even though his mother, Du Han, rarely visited the company, she would be notified imdiately of any major decisions to be involved in the decision-making process.
In this way, Du Han was also a powerful woman, and so her way of evaluating people was sowhat different from the average person.
In the flickering of her gaze, Du Han looked Han Lele over several tis before the corners of her mouth turned up slightly in a smile.
She walked up to Han Lele and slowly extended her hands. In the surprised and bewildered looks of those around, she pulled Han Lele into an embrace.
"Silly girl, why are you so nervous? You’re eting your future mother-in-law, not the Empress Dowager."
Seeing Du Han’s reaction, you and Xiao Feng didn’t relax but beca even more tense because, in your experience, Xiao Feng’s mother was definitely not soone easy to talk to.
Next, Du Han took Han Lele’s hand and sat down on the sofa next to her, her eyes constantly filled with smiles as she looked at Han Lele with much gentleness.
"Next ti you want to co over, call Fengfeng first, and let him drive to pick you up. It’s hard on you, a girl carrying such a big basket of eggs all by yourself."
The more Du Han acted in this way, the more nervous Han Lele beca, and she dared not even lift her head afterward.
Xiao Feng was also getting restless and quickly spoke up, "Mom, what’s going on here?"
Du Han looked up and gave Xiao Feng a sideways glance, "What do you know!?"
"I..."
"Do you even know how many pounds of eggs are in this basket? Do you have any idea how long it takes for a household to save up this many eggs? For a girl to carry nearly twenty pounds of eggs, squeeze onto a public bus, and travel for over an hour to get here, do you know how much effort that takes?"
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