Is this really playing house?
Isn’t this just Han teaming up with Momo to trick him into helping with howork?
Junjun flipped a few pages, feeling more than a little annoyed.
He returned to the "house".
As soon as he pushed the door open, Junjun saw Momo hunched over with a cane, looking like an old man.
Junjun’s lips twitched fiercely again: "What happened to you?"
Momo said, "Son, you’re back! Your sister-in-law is cooking, we’ll be able to eat soon."
Junjun walked over and kindly reminded him: "’Dad’, you’re only fifty-five, not ninety-five."
Just fifty-five.
Yet Momo was acting like he was ready to be buried six feet under.
Momo waved his hand: "Ah, you don’t understand. Dad raised you and your brother on his own, went through so much hardship."
After speaking, he walked to the table, sat across from Han, and began to berate him: "Ah, you ungrateful child! Look at your brother, settled with a family and career, and you? When will you bring a daughter-in-law? I’m getting old, all I hope for is that you hurry up and settle down like your brother!"
Han said: "Dad, don’t worry, before next year, I’ll bring you a pretty daughter-in-law ho."
Momo rolled his eyes elegantly, then suddenly looked at Yinyin, who was busy in the little kitchen, and said with relief: "Since you were young, neither of you brothers have been reliable! Your brother is slightly better, the only thing he’s done well is marry such a lovely daughter-in-law, and have such a cute grandson!"
As he spoke, he picked up Zhouzhou and grabbed a bottle from beside him.
Zhouzhou’s originally indifferent eyes finally lit up a bit, and he happily lay in Junjun’s arms drinking his milk contentedly.
Momo glanced towards the kitchen, and said gently: "Yinyin, is the al ready?"
Yinyin, carrying a toy pot and holding a cute spatula, was stirring: "Dad, it’s almost ready!"
Momo rubbed his stomach: "Oh, dear daughter-in-law, Dad is getting really hungry!"
Junjun walked over, also getting into the "husband" role, raised his hand, and gently patted Yinyin’s cute little head.
Yinyin looked at him and smiled sweetly, saying obediently: "Honey, you’re back!"
Junjun was montarily stunned.
Off to the side, Momo also furrowed his brow.
Even though this is playing house, why does hearing "honey" sound so off to him?
He glanced at Junjun, "You sit over here."
Junjun replied leisurely: "I’m helping my wife cook."
Yinyin said: "Honey, can you help cut the tomatoes?"
Junjun saw three small tomatoes on the counter.
He casually picked up a tomato and found it was made of wood, but had a built-in magnetic structure that split easily in half with a gentle twist.
Yinyin instantly said: "That’s not how you do it!"
She put down the pot from the stove, picked up the toy knife, walked over, took the tomato from Junjun’s hand, reattached it, set it on the cutting board, and sliced it in the middle with the knife.
Junjun couldn’t help but laugh.
Originally, he thought this ga was too childish, after all, he’s ten years old now and playing house seed beneath him.
But seeing Yinyin play so seriously, he played along a bit.
"I got it, I’ll do it."
Junjun took the knife from her and started cutting the "ingredients".
Momo frowned slightly, unable to resist changing the subject: "Was work smooth today?"
Junjun said: "I skipped work today."
Momo: "..."
On the side, Han couldn’t help himself.
He said: "Brother, you have a mortgage, and debts outside, you need to work hard to support the family, don’t let Yinyin suffer with you!"
Momo said: "Yes, you really need to work hard. By the way, there’re no groceries at ho, you should go buy so tomorrow."
Junjun: "There’s a market?"
Momo said: "Yeah, there’s a market."
Junjun: "Where’s the market?"
Momo said: "Go out and turn right."
Junjun, skeptical, opened the door, turned right down another hallway, opened a door, and stepped into the east-facing little living room.
In the living room, three nannies sat at a small table with all sorts of cute vegetable and fruit models on it, the whole little living room was set up like a mini market.
Junjun couldn’t help but feel a little surprised.
It was clear that Momo and Han had done their howork to play house with Yinyin.
Junjun asked: "How much is the waterlon per pound?"
Nanny: "$5 per pound, $50 each."
Junjun touched his pocket, took out a hundred-dollar bill.
Li Yufei regularly gives him pocket money.
The nanny took it, glanced at it, and smiled: "Not this kind of bill."
Junjun said: "What?"
The nanny took out a piece of toy money: "You need to use this kind of bill to buy!"
To play house, Momo specially prepared a special currency, and Junjun had to "work" to earn wages, only then could he spend.
Junjun thought bitterly, Momo really had everything planned out!
With "not a penny to his na," Junjun naturally returned empty-handed.
Han watched his angry face and covered his mouth, snickering: "Brother, this whole family relies on you to support, you must work hard to earn money!"
Junjun said: "Didn’t you start a clinic? You still need to support you?"
Han said: "I’m not married yet, my dad said, after I get married, he’ll buy another house to move out. Before I move out, let’s all live together."
Junjun: "When are you getting married?"
Han said: "As soon as I find soone, I’ll get married."
Junjun: "Haha."
After dinner, Yinyin asked Junjun to do the dishes.
Junjun obediently washed the dishes, then prepared to rest.
Soon, it was the "next day".
Yinyin sent Junjun out to work: "Honey, make more money today, I want to eat strawberries."
Saying this, she stood on tiptoe and kissed Junjun’s cheek.
Junjun’s heart inexplicably softened.
Originally, he wasn’t thinking of following Han’s plan. Just the thought of writing howork for Han made him a hundred tis unhappy, but...
Yinyin said she wanted strawberries.
Seeing the expectation in her eyes, Junjun’s heart lted: "Okay, I’ll buy you strawberries when I get off work today."
Yinyin: "Okay, okay!"
Junjun went out, heading to Han and Momo’s bedroom, which in the ga of playing house, was his "company," his "office."
He grabbed the sumr howork and quickly finished a page.
Just stepping out the door, the butler was at the entryway and handed him two pieces of toy money: "Well done."
Junjun said coolly: "Wasn’t tough, how could it be tough."
He took the toy money and went to the market to buy strawberries.
Bringing the strawberries ho, Yinyin heard his footsteps coming back and instantly t him at the door. Seeing the strawberries in his hand, she gratefully hugged him: "Honey, you worked hard!"
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