Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

"..."

Chen Ming looked at the smiling landlady and thought she was quite quirky. He reached out and patted her head, saying—

“You’re still calling me a daughter? You look much younger than Yuqian.”

"Mom looks like she's only in high school."

"..."

That's true... Chen Ming turned his head awkwardly to look at the door. His mother was changing her shoes, bending down to take off her sandals, carefully placing them aside, and then finding slippers to put on.

Noticing her son's gaze, she looked up, tilted her head, and asked—

"What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing..."

Chen Ming waved his hand and smiled ingratiatingly.

Although I'm used to seeing my mother like this since I was little, she does look a bit too young to outsiders.

Dad followed behind, also carrying things, muttering to himself—

"Mingming, look at Huihui, she's so busy, carrying so many things by herself. Go and help her out."

With such a filial and virtuous daughter-in-law, the son should at least show some appreciation, shouldn't he? He can't treat this girl too poorly.

"Oh well."

Seeing that Qin Hui had already gone downstairs again, Chen Ming quickly followed her with a smile.

He walked beside Qin Hui, watching her stretch her shoulders, and said with a smile—

"Miss Qin is really going all out today. I wouldn't say she's frail, but shouldn't a young lady be a bit delicate? She's actually able to lift so many things."

"...I'm already exhausted, and you still have to say weird things. You're asking for a beating."

Qin Hui laughed and punched his shoulder lightly. Her soft, pink fist tickled his body, making him feel a little itchy.

Seeing his daughter so virtuous, he was naturally very happy. Who wouldn't love a sensible and filial girl?

They don't put on airs and take the initiative to help out in front of their elders, not caring if it's dirty or tiring.

They are endearing.

He felt a pang of tenderness, took her hand, gently rubbed it, and said—

Is this the first time you've bought so much stuff?

"No, that's not it."

Qin Hui shook her head and said—

“I used to buy more, but most of the items could be delivered directly to my door by the store or the driver could help me carry them. Gu Qing and I continued shopping.”

"As expected of the young lady... Hmm? Why didn't you ask someone to help carry your things this time?"

Chen Ming tilted his head. It should be easy for Qin Hui to find someone to help her. She has many connections and plenty of money. She can even buy and deliver cell phones anytime. Her financial power is no joke.

Qin Hui looked at him, feeling their hands clasped together, smiled, and said—

"If you were a parent, and you saw your daughter-in-law asking someone to help carry her things, acting all high and mighty, what would you think?"

For a family member to need a servant to accompany them shopping is unimaginable for an ordinary family like Chen Ming's, and it inevitably creates a sense of class divide.

Qin Hui didn't want things to go this way. Even if it meant working harder, she wanted to be the kind of good daughter-in-law her parents envisioned.

and……

She squinted, like a fox, and said—

"And since I've behaved so well, my parents will favor me in the future. If you bully me, I can get my parents to teach you a lesson."

"Wow, that's a foul."

Chen Ming smiled and held her soft hand. How could he bear to really bully her? She was so lovable; he couldn't bear to spoil her.

But what he said was—

"I'm going to bully you, and Mom and Dad say I'm not afraid."

As he spoke, he quickly kissed her on the cheek.

Qin Hui blushed and glared at him.

They're never serious.

Chapter 353 Such a nice-looking butt, it must make a loud noise when you slap it, right?

Traditional grilled vegetables, such as eggplant, chives, and corn, are delicious and affordable.

Chen Ming also saw large cabbages in the car, all stuffed into a big cardboard box, along with some other things. Qin Hui's car trunk was relatively small, and the cabbages had to be flattened a bit to fit them all.

Qin Hui reached inside and took out a few things, including high heels and various car tools, saying as she did so—

"Luckily I didn't drive a sports car here, otherwise there really wouldn't be room to put all this stuff. It's like hauling cargo. I've never bought groceries like this before, it feels a little strange."

Chen Ming smiled and said—

"Haven't you been to the North? Don't people there buy a whole truckload of groceries at once? They use minivans to get their goods; these small cars are useless."

Actually, Chen Ming had never been to the North, but he had heard people say that it was like that, so it probably wasn't too exaggerated, right?

In the south, winters are so cold that people don't want to move. In the north, it's below -10 degrees Celsius, and you can't even go out when it snows heavily. How can you survive without having some food on hand?

Moreover, in the colder north, it's not easy for vegetables to spoil if you buy a lot, but it's not the same in the south. If you leave the vegetables at home for a day without putting them in the refrigerator, they will show signs of melting (rotting).

Of course, these were all guesses; he wasn't from the north and didn't know the specifics.

Qin Hui tilted her head and said—

“I hardly ever go grocery shopping myself, so telling me this is useless. But a van might really be necessary, with so many people in the family, it's quite troublesome to go out once in a while... No, how about a campervan? But that's too big and hard to park.”

She rested her chin on her hand, seemingly genuinely considering it.

Chen Ming said—

"Actually, it's not necessary. We have two cars at home, and as for a van... we actually have one at home... and Ah Fu has one in his bag."

He couldn't help but think of A-Fu's "van-boat," and his expression turned strange.

Qin Hui was a little curious, did sword immortals also drive?

Chen Ming reached into the trunk and pulled out a large box. Qin Hui, watching from the side with some concern, put her hand on his shoulder and said—

"Isn't it too heavy? Otherwise, we can carry it up little by little."

"No need, it's nothing."

Chen Ming lightly weighed it in his hand, reassuring Qin Hui. Even before, with his physique, he could have easily moved it; now, after his cultivation, it was even easier.

He felt he could move the car if he tried hard enough.

Qin Hui looked at his strong arm, patted it gently, and said with a smile—

"It's still somewhat useful, isn't it?"

"What are you talking about? Would you like me if I didn't have my skills?"

"Who likes you? Shameless..."

"You're shameless. You can't take back what you said. No way. Be my wife."

"You need to understand, it's not me becoming your wife, it's you becoming my husband."

"...Is there a difference?"

"No, it's just stubbornness."

The argumentative Qin Hui seemed to be having a lot of fun. The two glared at each other, and then both secretly laughed out loud. Qin Hui lifted her leg, which was covered in shoes, black stockings, and high heels, and gently kicked his calf with the back of her foot.

Chen Ming lowered his head and rested it on her hair.

It smells delicious.

He said—

"Okay, put everything in here, I'll carry it all upstairs."

Qin Hui put everything in the carriage into the cardboard box Chen Ming was carrying, then patted him on the back and said—

"This adds up to almost as much as me, you have to keep going!"

"..."

"You're too heavy!" This is probably a bad thing to say; it shows low emotional intelligence and will lower your impression of the person. You should be more tactful and use a more tactful response.

Chen Ming thought for a moment and said—

Have you considered losing weight?

Well, it seems that statement wasn't all that impressive. The evidence is that Qin Hui's smile is a bit scary right now. She reached out and touched his waist, then gave it a hard twist...

hiss……

Chen Ming was in pain.

Do all women know this trick? Why do they all seem to choose this spot to attack? It's really strange.

He thought for a moment, then changed his words—

"If that's the case, I can hug five."

"How many more do you want to hug? You womanizer."

Qin Hui twisted it even harder, and Chen Ming wondered if he was making things worse. Could it be that... he actually had very low emotional intelligence...?

That's an amazing fact.

The two bickered and teased each other until they returned home. Chen Ming put down the cardboard box in his hand, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at Qin Hui. Was he taking advantage of the fact that he couldn't free his hands?

Qin Hui sensed something was wrong and quickly said—

"What, what are you going to do?"

"Nothing, come here."