I have big problems with my superpowers and my relationship

Then, when he saw the content of these messages clearly, he was stunned.

Qin Wanqing: [Lu Chen~ Please send me your uncle and aunt’s address~]

Qin Wanqing: [I have nothing to do today, so I just went to buy some local specialties and plan to send them over~]

Qin Wanqing: [(Little crocodile gives a gift)]

"..."

Perhaps to prove that she was not joking, or perhaps to show off her virtue, Qin Wanqing also sent a photo.

There is a big cardboard box in the photo, which is full of many things.

There were several boxes of pastries wrapped in paper boxes, a large plastic bag of spices such as dried chili peppers and dried peppercorns, several glass bottles of dry bean paste, and so on.

Everything is Yanjiang’s local specialty and comes in the simplest packaging, the kind that Yanjiang locals usually buy.

It is obvious that Qin Wanqing must have traveled to many places to buy these things.

And because it is a gift for Mr. Zhang and Mr. Lu, he will probably do some comparisons and carefully see which one sells better quality products.

You may even be reluctant to take a taxi, and end up taking the bus home with so many things on your back...

The scene of Qingbao carrying large and small bags and walking through the hot farmers' market emerged in Lu Chen's mind, and he was stunned for a long time.

Then, he turned around and looked at the smiling Lao Zhang and Lao Lu, the Hermès scarves in their hands, and the calligraphy written by the vice president of the National Calligraphy Association.

"call......"

After taking a deep breath, Lu Chen suddenly felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.

......

......

After about five minutes, the gift-giving session finally ended.

Just as Lu Chen expected, although Lu Jianhua tried to refuse, he finally accepted the calligraphy.

Then Zhang Qingmei ended the conversation with the excuse of cooking and asked Lu Chen to take Lu Shuyu on a tour of her home.

The house is 130 square meters in total, and you still want to visit it...

He was grumbling in his heart, but he could not disobey his mother's orders, so Lu Chen had no choice but to take the little rich woman to his bedroom.

Zhang Qingmei immediately pulled her husband into the kitchen.

"How about it, have you figured out what the relationship between the two is?"

"No...but it seems Xiao Lu's family must be very rich!"

Lu Jianhua looked excited: "Li Xiang's calligraphy..."

"Stop using those crappy words of yours! Seeing you didn't act serious just now, I felt so embarrassed for you!"

Zhang Qingmei glared at Lu Jianhua and said one sentence, which made his old face turn red.

"I'm not......"

He hesitated and wanted to explain, but was interrupted by his wife:

"Alright, we've collected it all. Stop talking about this useless thing. Let's quickly think about what's going on with Lu Chen and Xiao Lu!"

"Didn't they both say that they were just classmates..."

"Your classmates will give you such an expensive gift?!"

"Why are you talking about me again? I don't think your scarf is cheap..."

"I'll search the internet later... Anyway, I think it must be more than just a classmate. Otherwise, Xiao Lu must be busy and Lu Chen can't send her back."

"What could that be..."

Lu Jianhua was very confused: "It can't be a girlfriend."

"I don't think so."

Zhang Qingmei's eyes were like knives: "Who knows, maybe she is really my girlfriend."

"Ah? But the girl in the photo..."

"She's also the girlfriend of this little bastard."

"..."

His eyes suddenly widened, and it took Lu Jianhua a long time to react. He stammered in disbelief:

"You, you said Lu Chen is playing two-timing?"

“It seems possible at the moment.”

Comrade Zhang Qingmei sneered as she picked up a kitchen knife and chopped the chopping board with a "bang".

"If that's the case, then you won't be able to enter the house again."

"It's not that serious, let's get this straight first... Wait, what do you mean?"

Lu Jianhua was confused: "No, what does this have to do with me???"

"If a son is not well educated, it is the fault of his father. It is your fault that you did not educate him well."

Zhang Qingmei glanced at Lu Jianhua, then paused and suddenly asked a very jumpy question.

"What do you think of Xiao Lu?"

"...I think it's great. If I really had a daughter-in-law like this, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."

"Um......"

Zhang Qingmei nodded. Although she didn't express her opinion, it was obvious that she also liked the little rich woman.

but......

Thinking of the girl in the photo with a sweet smile and joy in her eyes as she looked at the camera, she sighed in her heart again.

Oh, she seems to be a good girl.

Chapter 218 Youth Yearbook

"Lu Chen, this is your bedroom. It looks so simple."

On the other side, when Zhang Qingmei and Lu Jianhua were whispering about the relationship between Lu Shuyu and Lu Chen, the two of them also stood in Lu Chen's bedroom.

concise?

You mean crude?

Lu Chen glanced at Lu Shuyu and shook his head helplessly: "Sit anywhere you want."

"Good~"

Perhaps because she had successfully stolen the house, the rich woman looked very happy. After walking around the room, she sat on the bed and looked up at me.

"Lu Chen, Auntie asked you to show me your bedroom~"

"It's not a museum. What's there to see?"

Lu Chen muttered something, sat down on the chair, and casually threw a book "The Form and Interpretation of Calligraphy" to Lu Shuyu.

"Read a book, we'll have dinner soon."

"Hey, why do you have this kind of book in your room?"

"My dad put it here."

Lu Chen curled his lips and said, "For ordinary people like us, our bedrooms will be requisitioned after the college entrance examination."

"Is that so? How pitiful..."

Lu Shuyu blinked and sighed, then gently put the book aside: "Do you have any photos of your childhood? I want to see them."

"This... let me look for it."

Lu Chen thought for a moment, then walked to the small cabinet in the corner of the room and opened the drawer to look through it.

Probably everyone has such a "useless" storage space.

Outdated electronic products, small toys given as a gift with McDonald's meals, empty wallets, useless Youth League membership cards, elementary school diplomas, and some coins that may have been withdrawn from circulation.

You may never use these things again in your life, and normally you should have thrown them away long ago.

But every time you clean, they seem to have disappeared from your memory and always escape.

So it has been preserved year after year until now.

"I didn't find it. My mother must have put it somewhere else."

After flipping through the pages for a while, Lu Chen still couldn't find the album containing his childhood photos. Instead, he found a thick stack of small round cards that were full of age.

It was carefully packed in a plastic bag, with faded Ultraman printed on the card and many of the edges were worn out.

Just like the popular cigarette cards today, this was the "currency" that Lu Chen used when he was a child.

Every time after school we would start shooting outside the school. We would be happy if we won and cry if we lost.

Lu Chen was not an expert in this area, but he was a sucker for cards. When he lost all his cards, he would use his pocket money to go to the store to "restock".

I think it was ten for one dollar, so it was very cheap anyway.

However, you can’t use the new card right away after you buy it, because it has poor “grip” and can be easily knocked over. You have to rub it on the ground first…

Ah, full of childhood memories.

Looking at the pirated Madoka cards in his hand that were obviously not authorized by Tsuburaya, Lu Chen smacked his lips, hesitated for a moment, and put them back into the drawer.

I don't know when the rich young lady came over and was leaning on the edge of the drawer, looking inside with a curious look on her face.

"Lu Chen, what is that? Isn't that a photo album?"

"No."

Lu Chen followed her line of sight and took a look: "That's my junior high school graduation album."

"What is a yearbook?"

"It's like asking your classmates to write you some blessings when you graduate. You never wrote one?"