Quick Wear: The saints are too miserable, the host will never be soft-hearted

"Be good."

Lu Yi felt the delicate feeling from his fingertips and couldn't help but sigh in front of the mirror.

The original owner's face was so beautiful! It was the kind of beauty that was completely harmless, graceful and gentle to the extreme.

A woman with this kind of appearance and temperament is destined to be the mistress of a wealthy family. At the very least, she should choose a family with a rich background and live a rich life, instead of helping poor boys and being bullied and tortured by a wicked mother-in-law.

Lu Yi sighed softly, thinking about what he should do next.

It was impossible for her to pay any money, not even a penny. The Du family mother and son were willing to put on a brave face outside, and she was happy to watch the show.

Divorce is also necessary. As for the three children, Lu Yi thought about it and decided to stay in this house for a while and ask the children one by one whether they prefer to live with their father or mother.

It is only limited to the eldest and the third brother. As for Du Qingyun, he has been unilaterally eliminated by Lu Yi. But think about it, Du Qingyun will not choose to follow her.

"Knock knock!" There was a knock on the door. Lu Yi was a little surprised. It was already evening, who would come to see her?

"Come in."

The dark and thin boy walked in slowly, his eyes dodging left and right, not daring to look at anyone. He lowered his head and said, "Mom, Anyuan comes to pay his respects to you."

Lu Anyuan, the original owner's eldest son.

Lu Yi remembered that the original owner's son would come to pay his respects every morning and evening without fail. He never missed this habit no matter it was windy or rainy.

However, this habit came to an abrupt end after it was officially registered under Zhang Yueyue's name.

Judging from his age, he should be nine years old this year. His arms and legs are as thin as poles. He is not even as tall as six-year-old Du Qingyun. He is timid and dares not talk to others.

Lu Yi was analyzing the situation in his mind, while Lu Anyuan lowered his head, nervously clutching his sleeves and refusing to let go, feeling very uneasy.

"You didn't have lunch?"

Lu Yi listened to the rumbling of his stomach and asked.

Lu Anyuan subconsciously covered his stomach and turned sideways to avoid Lu Yi's gaze. His dark face flushed red and he stammered:

"Thank you for your concern, Mom. When I came back with Dad during the day, Qingyun was clamoring for candied haws. Dad used the remaining money to buy candied haws, but it wasn't enough to buy more buns."

"So, you didn't eat." Lu Yi stated.

"Yes……"

"Mom, I saw Qingyun making a fuss and insisting on eating, so I... I said I wasn't hungry. I'm sorry, Mom, I shouldn't have lied. Actually, I was really hungry."

Seeing that there was no smile on Lu Yi's face, Lu Anyuan became nervous. He stammered and started to explain, feeling anxious and almost crying.

What should he do? Although his mother was usually indifferent to him, he could also feel that his mother had him in her heart!

This made his mother angry. What if his mother no longer loved him? Then he would be in this family...

Lu Anyuan's wandering thoughts were interrupted by the warmth coming from his hand. He stared blankly at his palm being held tightly, and looking along his arm, he saw his mother's warm smile.

"Let's go, Mom will go to the kitchen to cook. Let me see what you like to eat and make it for you."

Lu Yi took his eldest son's hand and led him to the kitchen.

Lu Yi picked a clean cabbage and took out half a pound of bacon from the cupboard. Let's eat fried cabbage with bacon tonight, and add some cornmeal pancakes as the staple food.

Lu Yi looked at the various dishes arranged in a row with confidence, picked up a knife and got busy.

Lu Anyuan, the fireman, sat on a small stool in front of the stove with a palm-leaf fan next to him. His mother told him to fan herself if he felt hot. Her mother spoke so gently.

Lu Anyuan glanced at Lu Yi secretly and felt sweet in his heart.

Smoke from the kitchen rose from the roof. Zhang Cuifen was very proud when she saw it. No matter how pampered you are at home, when you come to my Du family, you still have to cook and serve the whole family!

Zhang Cuifen walked into the room and looked at Du Qingyun, who was holding a snack in his mouth and was reluctant to swallow it. Her eyes were full of pampering and she said:

"Qingyun, stay here by yourself and don't run around. Grandma is going to the kitchen and will be back soon."

"Oh!" Du Qingyun took a bite of the snack in his hand, and suddenly remembered something. He shouted to Zhang Cuifen, "Grandma, you don't have to call me for dinner. I'm not hungry at all. I'm going out to play with Zhuzi later!"

Zhuzi is the grandson of one of the two people who came today.

Zhang Cuifen thought of the things that made her laugh today, and her face turned bad for a moment. She met Du Qingyun's innocent eyes, smiled again and said deliberately:

"Really? Grandma asked your mother to make egg custard today, but you won't eat it?"

"I want the egg custard! Keep all the milk for me. Don't let Lu Anyuan or Lu Sisi touch it. It's all mine!"

"Okay, grandma will watch over you and don't let them touch it! My dear grandson is smart. He remembers that they are not on the same page as us."

Zhang Cuifen praised, turning around and taking out another dessert from the box.

Du Qingyun couldn't take his eyes off the snacks, and spoke with a smug look on his face.

"That's right! Grandma told me that people with the surname Lu are not from the same family as us, so naturally we don't share the same values. My surname is Du, and grandma, dad, and my aunt are the closest family to me."

After hearing these words, Zhang Cuifen felt so relaxed both physically and mentally. When she came to the kitchen and saw Lu Yi busy at work, she felt even more relaxed.

Thinking of what her son had told her, Zhang Cuifen softened her tone and instructed, "Mr. Wendong, don't forget to take a few eggs and make egg custard."

Eggs? Lu Yi's eyes lit up. How could he have forgotten this?

If conditions permit, of course I would cook two dishes. Lu Anyuan is nine years old. He is a big boy and eats a lot, so he needs to be taken good care of.

When Zhang Cuifen saw Lu Yi going to the place where the eggs were stored, she nodded, thinking that this was right, and then she turned around and left with peace of mind.

When it was time for dinner, Du Wendong sat in his study, his mind wandering away with a book in his hand, glancing towards the door from time to time.

He was thinking, why didn't his wife come to call him for dinner today?

Is it really because he has too much temper?

Du Wendong snorted lightly. He didn't want to spoil her too much, but he couldn't offend his wife too much at the moment.

Du Wendong thought about it and went to the dining hall where he usually ate, only to find his mother and his second son sitting at the table.

"Dad." Du Qingyun ran down and hugged Du Wendong's thighs.

"Mom, where is my wife? Where is the food? Why is there nothing on the table?"

Du Wendong touched Du Qingyun's round head affectionately, and faced with the empty table, he was very confused.

"Where's the food? I also want to know, my good daughter-in-law, is she going to starve me to death? Son, don't go looking for her, just sit down and wait with me. I wonder how long she'll be busy cooking today!"

Zhang Cuifen said unhappily.

Du Wendong had no choice but to compromise. He went straight to the dining table and sat down. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a motionless child squatting in the corner.

"Sisi?"

Du Wendong picked up the child and wiped her dusty face. "Sisi, do you still remember Daddy? Why are you staying in the corner by yourself?"