Soul Patch

Chapter 262 Those kinds of days...

Originally, his father was supposed to go back to Huahai to handle some matters, but Wenjie insisted on sending him home.

When they got home, their mother was a little surprised to see them return so early and was about to ask what was wrong.

Wenjie said to his mother, "Mom, Dad wasn't feeling well, and I managed to persuade him to come back..."

Upon hearing this, his mother, Zhao Xiaoyun, became a little anxious. She quickly came over, took Wen Tianyi's arm, and helped him sit down on the sofa.

She raised her hand to touch Wen Tianyi's forehead, then compared it to her own, and murmured, "He doesn't have a fever either?"

Wen Tianyi waved his hand and said, "Hey! I don't have a cold, how could I have a fever? I'm fine, Wenjie insisted that I come back!"

After saying that, he stood up and stretched his arms and twisted his waist in front of his wife, just like he was doing morning exercises.

Seeing that her husband was indeed alright, Zhao Xiaoyun was relieved.
She stepped forward and pulled Wen Tianyi aside, glancing towards the bedroom: "Go lie down! I'll ask An Ran if you want anything to eat..."

"Mom, what does Dad want to eat? I'll make it!" Wenjie interrupted his mother.

An Ran was mopping the floor on the second floor when she heard Aunt Wen mention her, so she stopped what she was doing, picked up the mop and came downstairs.

"You...you can cook?" Zhao Xiaoyun looked at her son with disbelief.

An Ran chimed in, "Young Master Wen, you've never cooked before, let me do it."

As soon as Wenjie entered the house, he searched for An Ran's figure in the room.

Seeing that she wasn't on the first floor, her mother came out to greet her again, and they exchanged a few words.

Just then, he heard An Ran's voice behind him, turned around, and his gaze fixed on An Ran.

An Ran still had that simple and unassuming look: rosy cheeks, a round figure, and a supple waist. But in this era where thinness is considered beautiful, her robust body could not be considered beautiful.

However, in the countryside, this is considered a good figure for childbearing, so it shouldn't be difficult to find a husband, Wenjie thought to himself.

"An Ran, where are you from again? Look at my memory..." He laughed self-deprecatingly.

An Ran glanced at Aunt Wen and continued, "Young Master Wen, I'm from N City."

When Uncle Wen was a big boss over there, he was looking for a part-time worker, and the company assigned me to do it. That's when I met Uncle Wen.

A few years ago, I moved north to M city and left my information with a domestic service company when I was looking for work. The company recommended me to Aunt Wen… saying there was a villa looking for a nanny.”

“Yes, it’s such a coincidence! I picked this girl at first sight. When Lao Wen came back and saw An Ran, he was stunned. He couldn’t believe such a coincidence!” Zhao Xiaoyun chimed in.

"Haha, what a coincidence!" Wen Tianyi said in a hearty voice.

After being told that by Uncle Wen and Aunt Wen, An Ran felt a little embarrassed.

She pouted, her plump body trembling, her face as red as a ripe apple: "These past years, thanks to Uncle Wen and Aunt Wen's care, all the sisters who came out to work with me envy me for finding such a good homeowner."

Wenjie smiled, narrowed his eyes slightly as he stared at An Ran, and asked, "Do you have any other relatives? By the way, has your family found you a husband yet?"

His question made An Ran even more embarrassed.

Her face turned bright red, and she hurriedly lowered her head, saying, "I have an older brother who is looking for a wife. However, his family can't afford to buy a house, so they might be counting on my dowry money to help him buy one."

Wenjie nodded slightly: So that means you have a boyfriend.

Zhao Xiaoyun and her husband exchanged glances, puzzled as to why their son was talking about this with the housekeeper today.

Seeing her husband's equally bewildered expression, she smiled and said, "Wenjie, what's going on with you today...?"

Asking any further would only arouse suspicion, so Wenjie changed the subject, saying, "Mom, I'll cook, so you don't need to worry about it. Dad, just tell me what you want to eat, and I'll let you try your son's cooking." With that, he rolled up his sleeves, rubbed his hands together, and headed towards the kitchen.

An Ran wanted to follow, but Zhao Xiaoyun stopped her with a look and said with a smile, "Let him go! I've never actually eaten my son's cooking before!"

After saying that, he helped his wife walk towards the bedroom.

Wenjie entered the kitchen, which was truly impressive. His memories of cooking were still from his single apartment days.

Because of the correction of my life trajectory, that period of life experience has been erased, and those memories have become distant and blurry.

He wasn't very good at using those fancy kitchen utensils either.

Since his father had just fainted, he must be weak. He took out half a black-boned chicken from the refrigerator, washed it, cut it into pieces, added a concentrated soup bouillon cube, put it in a clay pot, and set the timer.

When I opened the refrigerator, I saw that I still had some ready-made sea cucumbers at home. These are nutritious and good for your health.

He also steamed sea cucumber egg custard and drizzled it with abalone sauce before serving.

The unique aroma of seafood wafted out, and Wenjie swallowed hard as he looked at the golden steamed egg custard and the soft sea cucumber.

Skim off the fat from the chicken soup, place only the chicken legs and wings at the bottom of the bowl, and ladle in the cooked chicken soup spoonful by spoonful.

The soup, simmered over low heat for two hours, immediately released a rich and enticing aroma. Finally, garnish the soup bowl with a suitable amount of jujubes, goji berries, and cilantro.

When he brought the soup and sea cucumber to his father's bedroom, his mother had just poured water, preparing it for her husband to drink when he took his medicine.

Upon entering the house, she found her husband staring intently at the delicious-looking and fragrant meal, so she quietly walked over.

Looking at the meal, then at Wenjie, he and his wife stared at each other incredulously.

Wen Tianyi's expression of disbelief was exactly the same as hers.

Both of them fell silent. Zhao Xiaoyun lowered her head and wiped her eyes, saying with relief, "My son has grown up!"

Wen Tianyi rolled his eyes at her: "All you do is cry and whine all day long. Isn't it a good thing when the child grows up?"

"I'm not happy! You old man, you just know how to tease me! I...I, sigh, you're sick, eat it while it's hot." Zhao Xiaoyun was about to argue, but her tone softened again.

Wenjie had not expected his parents' reaction.

Although they seemed to be arguing, Wenjie knew in his heart that they didn't know how to express their emotions.

"Eat up, I'm going to make a phone call." Wenjie made an excuse and left their bedroom.

He strolled up to the second floor and leaned against the railing.

The afternoon sun shone so brightly that he dared not look directly at it.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, gazing into the distance: the city streets in the distance seemed to be melting under the scorching sun. The colors merged into an abstract painting, just like the memories in his mind.

Since the butterfly rope clasp corrected his father's mistake, he has been spending time with his parents day and night, but he hasn't thought of cooking them a meal.

If it weren't for the poisoning incident that upset him, he might not have even thought to stay by his parents' side and fulfill his filial duties.

Thinking of this, a feeling of shame overwhelmed him, and he sighed heavily.

The first person to eat his cooking was not his parents, but Yang Shanshan.

At that time, seeing Yang Shanshan smiling radiantly at a table full of delicious breakfast, he felt that this was probably the kind of happiness he was pursuing.

(End of this chapter)