You are my wife, don't doubt it!

The next day at noon, the birthday party list handwritten by my wife was released, and the ranking was in alphabetical order:

There are eight people in total: Chen Lu (female), Dai Yu, Hua Ang, Ouyang Qianqian (female), Shen Bin, Xiong Ji, Yu Bo, and Zhang Jialong.

Xiao Yao held the A4 paper in his hand, frowned, sat on the sofa piled with clutter, and used the landline to invite everyone one by one.

Finally, Hua Ang said he was out of town and couldn't make it, and Yu Bo said "I'll try my best", so there were seven people in total.

Seven people plus my family of three, that’s ten people, and ten people have to be crammed into these ten square meters... I can only say that it is really lively and bustling.

During the previous Spring Festival, grandma's house was also packed with relatives, so Xiao Yao knew... at least there would be room for them to sit.

By the way, I always feel like someone is missing, who is it?

Shen Jie took over the birthday cake part and she wanted to make it herself.

The kitchen was of course in Shen Tianyun's room. She volunteered to help and moved all the ingredients and oven at home into the room. She asked Shen Jie to teach her and said that she would show off her skills next time her classmate had a birthday.

Xiao Yao tried to stop her in vain. He thought of Shen Tianyun's dark cuisine and began to worry that her classmate's birthday party would turn into a large-scale food poisoning scene.

It’s really disturbing... Xiao Yao was worried.

As for the meal for the day... Xiao Yao meant to order takeout, but Shen's mother and daughter thought that would be better than having hotpot.

Anyway, Shen Jie can't cook, and Shen Tianyun can't even think about it. She can't cook for herself on her birthday, right?

But there is one person who might be able to ask for help.

Xiao Yao finally realized who was missing from the list.

That was the first guest he personally invited.

Xiao Yao raised his head and looked at Shen Jie who was carefully separating the egg yolk and egg white: "Wife, is there something missing——"

"Gouzi, let's not call Yu Luying this time, okay?" Shen Jie didn't look up, took out the prepared low-gluten flour and starch, and prepared to start stirring.

"?" Xiao Yao was stunned and didn't say anything for a long time.

Didn’t you say that I have the final say on my birthday? Why are you suddenly singing this song?

"Okay?" Shen Jie raised her eyelids and asked again in a negotiating tone.

"Okay." Xiao Yao nodded, not understanding why Shen Jie started to get jealous only at this time.

But how should I explain this to Yu Luying...

Shen Jie laughed: "I was just kidding you, I missed it, please invite her."

Xiao Yao was a little stunned, not understanding what she was up to for a moment.

"Invite her, I'm not kidding." Shen Jie said seriously, "Hurry up and call, ah."

Xiao Yao hesitated and still didn't dare to speak. Shen Jie wiped her hands, walked to the sofa, picked up the receiver and put it into Xiao Yao's hand.

There was a knock on the door of the soap room: "Xiao Shen, aren't you going to buy groceries with me?"

Ever since she was discharged from the hospital and Shen Jie visited her uncle with gifts to express her gratitude, their relationship seems to have become... very familiar?

"I'm here, uncle!" Shen Jie opened the bedroom door, picked up the basket, and ran out happily.

The rich girl from the farmer's market, what a strange combination, Xiao Yao thought.

This uncle is the same. He was disgusted with Shen Jie in the hospital before, but now he is acting like a hypocrite.

After all... no one can resist the charm of a young and beautiful high school girl, Xiao Yao thought teasingly.

Beep, beep, beep, Xiao Yao dialed the eight-digit phone number of Yu Luying's home.

Beep, beep, beep... It seems like the receiver has been left unused for too long and it has timed out.

Xiao Yao pressed the button on the phone with his hand, ready to release it and redial.

Before he let go of her hand, the phone rang sharply again.

Why are you so busy?

"Hello?" Xiao Yao said.

"Hello? Hello, classmate Xiao Yao," a sweet girl's voice came from the other end of the receiver: "I'm Zhao Xiaomei."

Xiao Yao rolled his eyes subconsciously: "Hello, classmate Zhao Xiaomei, I am Xiao Yao."

A clear and crisp laughter like a silver bell came from the other end of the phone: "Student Xiao Yao is very humorous."

"Uh...thank you for the compliment." Xiao Yao changed to a very comfortable sitting position: "What's the matter? Do you need me for something?"

"Student Xiao Yao," Zhao Xiaomei said in a serious tone, "Xiaomei would like to ask, what is the secret of your excellent composition writing?"

"Ah?" Xiao Yao was stunned for a moment: "For composition, you just need to write more and read more."

"Write more...it's such a headache." said Zhao Xiaomei.

Didn’t you claim to be a member of the literature club before, Xiao Yao thought sarcastically.

"If I read more, what should I read? Something like a selection of 800-word essays for middle school students?" Zhao Xiaomei continued to ask in a seemingly serious manner.

"You can read the collections of essays written by middle school students, the main thing is to learn the routines," Xiao Yao taught seriously, "but it's better to just read a few of those books. The main thing is to read some famous works of Chinese and foreign literature."

"Famous works of Chinese and foreign world literature." said Zhao Xiaomei.

"Yes, just look at that. The Ministry of Education... The Ministry of Education recommends that high school students must read books, 100 literary classics, etc. Pick the ones you like...

"Then for modern and contemporary literature... you can read Wang Xiaobo's "Times Trilogy" and Han Han's books... oh, and you must read "Fortress Besieged."

"I have read Guo Bit's "Happiness Is Like a River"..." said Zhao Xiaomei.

"I don't like to read Guo Bit's books anyway. They are just empty rhetoric and nothing else...

"Don't read online novels. The writing gets worse the more you read..."

Zhao Xiaomei listened very carefully and interrupted Xiao Yao in the middle to say that she was going to get a notebook to take notes.

Xiao Yao became more and more excited as he spoke, and he moved the receiver from his left ear to his right ear, and then from his right ear to his left ear.

The problem with people is that they like to be teachers. That is to say, being a teacher is just like cleaning your ears, which is essentially a happy thing.

Xiao Yao didn't know whether Zhao Xiaomei's admiration for him was genuine or acted, but he certainly benefited from it.

Whether it was Shen Jie, Yu Luying, Ouyang Qianqian, or even Shen Tianyun, it seemed that no one had ever given him such respect.

Xiao Yao told her how to write the topic "We are the Rising Sun", then talked about Haizi, Gu Cheng and Misty Poetry, talked about the "Death of a Poet", and then talked about Asimov's Three Laws of Robotics, Chivalry and the Quantum Uncertainty Principle, talked about the gossip in St. Francis School, and even recommended "Bloodline II" to her.

Zhao Xiaomei didn't have many opinions to express, and most of the time she just listened to Xiao Yao's one-sided talk. She didn't know much, so she rarely said "I know more than you do", but at the same time she was very interested in every topic Xiao Yao talked about.

Finally, Zhao Xiaomei asked Xiao Yao to read her an essay he had written.

"No, no, no," Xiao Yao declined, "This is too weird. If you want to read it, I'll give you a few next time."

"But, Xiaomei wants to hear classmate Xiaoyao read to me." There was a hint of coquettishness in Zhao Xiaomei's tone.

Xiao Yao frowned and hesitated for a moment before deciding to decline this overly ambiguous and intimate request: "Next time, definitely next time."

If it was a month or two ago, Xiao Yao might have met her request, but now...

This may sound a bit vulgar: Our Shen Jie hasn't even heard me read her composition, so what are you doing...

Thinking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao will appear. At this moment, Shen Jie kicked open the bedroom door and rushed in, holding two plastic dishes in her left hand and three in her right hand, all of which were filled with meat and vegetables.

This reminded Xiao Yao of the day when Shen Jie ran away from home, and she also broke in with a black plastic bag...

"What's wrong with you?" the girl yelled, "I asked you to help me get some food, but your cell phone was out of service and your home phone was always busy. Who are you talking to? Yu Luying?"

"No, I didn't," Xiao Yao whispered into the microphone, "My family is back, I won't talk to you anymore, bye." Then he hung up the receiver.

He put down the phone, stood up and walked forward, taking the plastic bag from the girl's hand: "If you don't put it in the soap room, what are you doing with this room?"

"Who are you talking to on the phone?" Shen Jie widened her eyes. This time she was not going to let Xiao Yao get away so easily.

"My phone must have been left in my daughter's room, so it's not in service area," Xiao Yao opened the refrigerator door and stuffed the food in his hand into it. "By the way, honey, can I read my composition to you?"

"I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen," Shen Jie covered her ears with her hands. "You are really good. Even if I asked you to call Yu Luying and ask her to come to the birthday party, you two would be on the phone for an hour or two. Do you have any self-awareness?"

"It's really not Yu Luying. If it were Yu Luying, I would be... I would be..." Xiao Yao said anxiously.

"Who is that?" Shen Jie insisted.

"Zhao Xiaomei." Xiao Yao confessed.

"Why is it Zhao Xiaomei again? What's going on between you two?" Shen Jie put her hands on her hips.

"Nothing happened. She just called me and insisted that I teach her how to write an essay..." Xiao Yao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"And then? You just read your composition to her, right?" Shen Jie seemed really angry this time.

"I do not have……"

"You are awesome!" Shen Jie pointed at Xiao Yao. "Yu Luying is your old friend, and we have been through thick and thin together. I am pretty tolerant, right? And you've got another one for me? I know you look good now, and some girls are chatting you up, and some girls are chasing you. You are awesome. Next time someone chats me up, I'll leave my home phone number too—"

"Don't make a fuss. It's just a normal classmate or friend. She saw that I'm good at Chinese and wanted me to help her with her studies. Don't be angry..."

Shen Jie didn't listen to his excuses. She jumped over with her teeth bared and started beating him up with punches and kicks. After that, she climbed onto Xiao Yao's bed and lay on her side facing the wall.

Xiao Yao walked over and gently shook the other person's arm. As expected, he was hit on the arm again.

Feeling somewhat helpless, he walked into Shen Tianyun's room and took out his cell phone, ready to send a message to Yu Luying to confirm the arrangements for her birthday.

"The phone is mine." Shen Jie suddenly sat up, stared at Xiao Yao, and stretched out her hand with her white and tender palm facing upwards.

"Okay." Xiao Yao put down the text message he was editing halfway, closed the cover of the Motorola in his hand, and placed it in Shen Jie's palm.

He walked back to the sofa and sat down, then picked up the new issue of "Science Fiction Emperor" and started flipping through it.

"The magazine is mine too," said Shen Jie.

Xiao Yao was stunned, then he thought about it and realized that it was indeed this issue that Shen Jie bought for him from the newsstand.

He put the magazine back into the girl's hands.

"The glasses are mine too." said Shen Jie.

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, Shen Jie took him to get a new pair of fashionable glasses, replacing his old-fashioned black-framed square glasses.

Xiao Yao took off his glasses and handed them to Shen Jie, and everything in front of him became a little blurry.

I'd like to see what you're going to do.

"Clothes, pants, socks, and slippers, all mine!"

"Okay." Xiao Yao began to take off his clothes, put them neatly on the bed, and covered Shen Jie with them: "Fortunately, I bought the underwear myself."

"That's my money too!" Shen Jie argued.

"Okay, are you sure?" Xiao Yao grabbed both sides of his boxer briefs with both hands and pretended to take them off.

"Okay, the underwear is yours." Shen Jie quickly reached out to stop his hooligan behavior.

"The house is mine!" Xiao Yao finally thought of a way to fight back - do you want me, the "party at fault", to be kicked out of the house?

wrong.

As soon as Xiao Yao finished speaking, he regretted it. As soon as he said this, Shen Jie jumped up and ran out again. Isn't this just looking for trouble?

Xiao Yao was thinking about how to get himself back, but Shen Jie didn't move at all. She continued confidently: "But you are mine too!"

"Huh?" Xiao Yao was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

He jumped onto the bed and held Shen Jie in his arms: "Yes, I am yours too."

The tense atmosphere suddenly disappeared without a trace.

This time the girl didn't push him away. She just buried her head in his shoulder and bit him gently.

"Don't bite," Xiao Yao shrank his shoulders, "I told you, someone called me and asked me to help with my writing, and I just didn't have anything else to do, so I was embarrassed to hang up, that's all. If I had any extra thoughts, I'd be a dog, okay?"

"You are a dog," Shen Jie said, "my dog."

"I am your dog daddy, and you are my cat mommy." Xiao Yao held the girl in his arms and rolled over and over on the small single bed.

"Oh, you're pressing on my hair!" Shen Jie shouted.

? No, how can it still press down my hair if I have cut my hair short?

"Sorry, sorry, are you okay? Let me rub it for you."

"...Okay," Shen Jie rubbed her head, stretched out her smooth bare feet, and rubbed them on Xiao Yao's calves: "Hurry up and get dressed, we are going to Navarra Bridal."

"Where is the Navarra wedding dress?" Xiao Yao sat up and put on his clothes.

"Qingpu."