After I kicked out my boss, I became a landlady

The next day, the sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains onto the warm bed, and she was still immersed in a sweet dream.

The living room downstairs was gradually becoming lively, with slight noises coming from time to time.

Wen Ziyang yawned sleepily and walked downstairs slowly.

I saw Dad Wen wearing an apron, busy making breakfast in the kitchen, and the aroma wafted into the air.

Wen Ziyang stretched and said softly, "Good morning, Dad."

At this moment, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

Wen Ziyang ran over to open the door curiously. The door slowly opened, and he didn't expect that the person standing outside was Yang Chi.

Yang Chi stood at the door, with a smile on his face, and said, "Morning, Xiaoyang."

Wen Ziyang looked at him in surprise and asked, "Why are you here so early?" He moved aside to make way.

Yang Chi walked in and stood at the entrance to change his shoes. As he changed, he said, "It's getting late. I'll come over to make breakfast with Uncle Wen."

Yang Chi placed his changed shoes neatly aside and walked into the living room skillfully carrying his things.

He looked at Wen Ziyang and asked with concern: "Xiaoyang, are you used to coming back? Are you suffering from jet lag?"

Wen Ziyang closed the door and replied, "It's okay. There's nothing I'm not used to. The time difference is also okay. It doesn't affect me much."

Yang Chi nodded and continued, "That's good. You should rest more and adjust yourself in the next few days after coming back. If you need any help, please let me know. You're welcome."

Wen Ziyang looked at Yang Chi and said, "Thank you, Brother Yang Chi, you are so thoughtful."

Yang Chi walked straight into the kitchen carrying the things and said to Father Wen who was busy, "Uncle, let me help you."

As he spoke, he raised the bag in his hand and said, "I brought some pickles. They were given to me by a friend some time ago. Didn't he say they were delicious last time? I asked him for some more."

Father Wen turned around, his eyes full of smiles, and said, "Xiao Yang is thoughtful."

Wen Ziyang stood at the door, looking at the busy figures of Wen's father and Yang Chi, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

He walked up and said, "Do you want me to help?"

Father Wen quickly waved his hands and said, "Why would you help? There are so many people here, three grown men squeezed into one kitchen. If you don't mind it being crowded, I will too."

Wen Ziyang scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

He stood aside, watching Dad Wen and Yang Chi busy in the kitchen in tacit understanding, and a special warmth welled up in his heart.

Yang Chi said, "Dinner will be served in half an hour. Are you hungry?"

Wen Ziyang sat on the sofa and responded, "I am indeed a little hungry. Do you really not need my help?"

While Yang Chi was busy, he said, "No, just watch TV on the side. I'll call you when the meal is ready."

Yang Chi thought that he was being attentive, so how could he possibly ask his brother-in-law to help him with cooking?

This is a great opportunity to improve his favor, he must seize it.

Father Wen smiled and shook his head, saying, "No, you can watch TV for a while and eat some fruit. I just saw Xiao Yang bring some fruit over. If you really want to help, you can wash some fruit and eat it after dinner."

When Wen Ziyang heard this, he immediately stood up and said, "Okay, then I'll go wash the fruit."

He walked to where the fruit was, took out a few apples and oranges, walked into the kitchen and started washing them.

The water was flowing, and Wen Ziyang was washing the fruits while looking at his father Wen and Yang Chi from time to time, his heart filled with warmth.

Wen Ziyang had just brought the fruit out and placed it on the coffee table when Wen's mother got up.

Wen's mother is a person who pays more attention to her image. She will dress herself up properly at home and put on makeup before appearing in front of others.

She walked downstairs with graceful steps, and saw the busy figures and neatly arranged fruits in the living room, and a gratified smile appeared on her face.

"What's going on today? It's so lively." Mother Wen asked softly.

Wen Ziyang quickly replied: "Mom, Yang Chi is here, and he and Dad are making breakfast."

Mother Wen nodded slightly, with a hint of approval in her eyes.

Seeing that the meal was almost ready, Wen Ziyang went straight upstairs, came to Wen Nuan's door, and knocked gently.

"Sister, are you up? Breakfast is ready." Wen Ziyang's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for Wen Nuan in the room to hear.

He stood at the door, waiting patiently for a warm response, thinking that if his sister didn't get up soon, the breakfast would get cold.

After a while, a warm and lazy voice came from the room: "Got it, I'll get up right away."

After hearing his sister's response, Wen Ziyang turned around and went downstairs with peace of mind, ready to help Yang Chi and Wen's father serve breakfast on the table.

When Wen Nuan finished washing up and went downstairs, everyone was already sitting at the dining table.

Today's breakfast is the fragrant century egg and lean meat porridge.

Yang Chi took out a plate of pickles from the kitchen and said to Wen Nuan gently, "Baby, come and eat."

Wen Nuan sat down on the stool without any hesitation.

Wen Ziyang is not as shameless as his sister. He was stunned to see Wen Nuan's "bold" behavior.

His mouth was slightly open, his eyes were wide open, and he looked incredulous.

He muttered to himself: "Sister, this is too casual."

But Wen Nuan didn't care about her brother's surprise at all, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

Dad and Mom Wen are used to it.

It seems that this scene not only happened today, but also happened frequently.

Wen Ziyang thought about it and felt that this Yang Chi really had some skills.

Wen Nuan had just taken a sip of the century egg and lean meat porridge and was feeling very satisfied.

At this time, Yang Chi brought two bowls of red dates and bird's nest soup, gently placed them in front of Wen Nuan and Wen's mother, and said with a smile: "This is suitable for women to drink."

Wen Nuan looked at Yang Chi in surprise, her eyes full of disbelief, and asked, "You can also do this?"

Yang Chi raised his lips slightly, his eyes gleaming with tenderness, and replied: "I learned it from Uncle Wen especially for you."

Wen Nuan's heart moved. She didn't expect Yang Chi to be so thoughtful.

The two bowls of red dates and bird's nest soup exuded a faint sweet fragrance. The red color of the red dates and the crystal clearness of the bird's nest set off each other, making it particularly tempting.

Wen Nuan looked at the bird's nest soup in front of her, then looked at Yang Chi, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

She picked up the spoon and gently stirred the bird's nest soup, feeling Yang Chi's thoughtfulness.

Mother Wen also showed a gratified smile and said to Yang Chi: "Xiao Yang, you are so thoughtful."

Yang Chi smiled modestly and said, "This is what I should do."

Wen Ziyang drank the porridge in silence. Although he didn't say anything, he watched every move of Yang Chi.

Yang Chi smiled and said to Wen Nuan: "How about trying it? This is my first time making it and I don't have much experience."

His eyes were full of anticipation, like a student waiting for his teacher's evaluation.

Wen Nuan smiled and took a sip of the red dates and bird's nest soup. After savoring it carefully, she said, "It's almost the same as what my father made. It's almost as good as what I made. It seems like you have made some progress."

The warm words brought a bright smile to Yang Chi's face.

When Wen's father heard Wen Nuan's evaluation, he also laughed and said, "Xiao Yang is a talented child. He can learn more from me in the future."

Yang Chi nodded quickly and said, "Of course, Uncle Wen's cooking is the best."