latelenovela After Chapter 356, who will do the housework and cook?
After Chapter 356, who will do the housework and cook?
He put down the gift in his hand, sat somewhat awkwardly on the sofa, placed his hands on his knees, and glanced around the room every now and then.
The sofa is an older model, but it's kept very clean.
A calligraphy scroll hangs on the wall, which reads, "Connecting with all corners of the world."
Seeing that Tu Nan seemed a little uncomfortable, Zhang's father picked up an orange from the fruit plate and handed it to him.
"Xiao Zhuang, have some oranges. Don't be shy, relax. Now that you're here, make yourself at home."
Zhuang Tunan took the orange, then stood up, his posture upright. "Uncle, do you need any help? I can cook sometimes."
Tang's mother's voice came from the kitchen, accompanied by the sizzling sound of stir-frying.
"Tunan, sit down and chat with your uncle. One more dish will be ready soon, then we'll eat."
Zhang Wanshu and her sister were busy helping out in the kitchen. While washing vegetables, Wanqing leaned close to her sister's ear and whispered something.
"Sis, Dad's going to try to get your husband drunk later. They say alcohol is a touchstone and can test a man's character. I wonder how much he can drink?"
"Don't cause any trouble later, okay? Tu Nan can't hold his liquor," Zhang Wanshu said softly, frowning slightly.
At the last graduation party, Tu Nan drank one glass after another until he threw up.
"Sis, you're already protecting her, tsk tsk tsk, I'm doing this for your own good."
Zhang Wanqing pursed her lips, a dismissive expression on her face, but still muttered under her breath, "Okay, okay, I won't do anything reckless." But she couldn't control her father, hehe.
Inside the house, Zhuang Tunan poured out his heart to Uncle Zhang, telling him everything about his family, from the occupations of his family members.
After they finished speaking, their conversation naturally turned to literature.
They discussed everything from foreign literature to modern Chinese literature, from Dostoevsky's "Crime and Punishment" to Lu Xun's "The True Story of Ah Q," with Zhuang Tunan clearly and logically expressing his insights.
Mr. Zhang suddenly remembered that Tu Nan's father was a writer, and his eyes immediately filled with admiration.
“Xiao Zhuang, Wan Shu told me that your father is Zhuang Anhe, the writer who won the first Mao Dun Literature Prize.”
Zhuang Tunan nodded proudly, straightening his back even more. "Yes, Uncle, my dad's pen name is Zhuang Anhe."
When his father was mentioned, a proud smile appeared on his face.
“I’ve read quite a few of your father’s works, and they’re really well-written, especially ‘2030’. Some of his imaginative ideas are things I never even thought of.”
Mr. Zhang stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.
After their in-depth conversation, he felt even more strongly that this young man was truly remarkable.
Zhuang Tunan speaks with elegance, and his explanations of each point are logical and well-reasoned. His insights into the current state of contemporary literature are particularly unique, truly showing that like father, like son.
Mr. Zhang nodded silently to himself, beginning to genuinely like this future son-in-law.
Just then, Tang's mother came in carrying the last dish of stir-fried shrimp. "Tunan, the food is ready. Come and eat."
Tu Nan sat down at the table, in a spot directly opposite the fish's mouth—a position specially arranged by Wan Shu's mother.
As soon as they sat down, Tang's mother quickly called to her eldest daughter, "Wanshu, give Tunan some fish."
Zhang Wanshu immediately picked up her chopsticks, took out a piece of the tenderest fish, and put it in Tu Nan's bowl. "Tu Nan, my dad's braised fish is so delicious, you should try it."
Zhuang Tunan quickly picked up his chopsticks, put the fish in his mouth, chewed it carefully, and nodded. "It's delicious. Uncle's cooking is really good. You can teach me in the future so I can make it for Wanshu."
Sitting to the side, Zhang Wanqing watched her brother-in-law trying so hard to please her sister, and couldn't help but pout, though the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly. She felt a mix of admiration for her brother-in-law's charm and a touch of envy for her sister's thoughtful boyfriend.
Tang's mother, with her sharp eyes, noticed her youngest daughter's behavior and subtly kicked her. Today was an important occasion, and she couldn't be so unruly.
Zhang Wanqing immediately realized her lapse in composure and quickly regained her composure.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Wanqing picked up the Moutai liquor on the table, a sly smile on her face. "Brother-in-law, a prospective son-in-law is expected to drink when he comes to visit. Let me fill your glass."
Seeing this, Zhuang Tunan quickly picked up the cup, supporting the bottom with his other hand. "Thank you."
After Wanqing poured wine for everyone, Zhuang Tunan stood up with his wine glass in hand, his expression solemn. "Uncle, this is my first time visiting, so please forgive me if I did anything wrong. I've known Wanshu for four years, so please rest assured, Uncle and Aunt, I will definitely treat Wanshu well. If I don't, my parents won't forgive me either."
Tang's mother was amused by this honest young man and burst into laughter. She was delighted, just as a mother-in-law is always more satisfied with her son-in-law.
She smiled and picked up her wine glass.
The group's glasses clinked together gently. After watching his uncle and aunt drink, Zhuang Tunan tilted his head back and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.
Zhang Wanshu immediately put a piece of braised pork on Tu Nan's plate, feeling sorry for him. "Have some vegetables to calm your alcohol fumes."
After that, Zhuang Tunan and Uncle Zhang drank one cup after another, and before they knew it, a full bottle of liquor weighing one jin (500ml) had been consumed.
When Zhuang Tunan first started drinking, he felt a warm and comfortable feeling in his stomach. However, as he drank more and more, his mind began to become hazy and his speech became increasingly slurred. He knew that he had reached his limit and could no longer drink.
He waved his hand, his tongue almost slurring. "Uncle, I can't drink anymore, I'm going to get dizzy."
His eyes were narrowed to slits, and he looked completely drunk.
Seeing this, Zhang Wanshu immediately glared at her father and sister, her tone reproachful. "I already told you, he can't hold his liquor, yet you still forced him to drink."
Mr. Zhang pursed his lips, feeling somewhat helpless. Who would have thought that his son had such a low alcohol tolerance? He had only drunk less than half a bottle and was already so dizzy.
Although he himself doesn't drink much, he's never seen anyone get drunk so easily. "Xiao Zhuang, you've really had too much to drink."
He looked at Zhuang Tunan, finding it both amusing and endearing to the boy.
Mr. Zhang was really satisfied with Tu Nan. The boy didn't cause trouble even when he drank too much; he just quietly wanted to sleep, which made him very easy to manage.
"Uncle, you really can't drink anymore, next time, next time." Zhuang Tunan said, swaying as if he might collapse at any moment.
Zhang Wanqing felt that the time was right and thought it was time to ask questions. People are most likely to ask the truth when they are in a daze.
So she leaned closer to Zhuang Tunan and asked earnestly, "Zhuang Tunan, if you marry my sister, who will do the housework and who will cook?"
Zhuang Tunan's eyes were glazed over. He barely opened them, patted his chest, and spoke with a lisp.
"I do."
. . . .