Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"Well, Xiao Yuan, what do you like? Are you used to the century egg and lean meat porridge? How about making some crab roe porridge?"

Tong Yao felt a little tired all over. She thought that if she could finish it as soon as possible, she could go back to her room and rest earlier. She said softly, "Okay, I'll make it right away. The young master likes green onions and cilantro."

Fu Yuan said in a low voice: "I don't eat coriander."

"I understand. I'll get ready."

The ingredients are all ready, oh, to be more precise, they are directly caught. Tong Yao looked at the crabs in the water tank and directly caught two female crabs.

While the food is steaming, I get the rice and start cooking the porridge.

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Old Mrs. Fu looked at her eldest grandson and asked casually, "Why did you come back so early today? Don't you usually wait until dark before coming back? Do you have something else to do today?"

"No, I just want to come back early and watch the sunset with you, grandma."

"Do you like sunsets?"

Fu Yuan nodded: "Well, the afterglow of the sunset is not dazzling, but the morning sun is too dazzling. I won't go to work tomorrow, so I can stay at home with you for a day. Do you want to do anything?"

Mrs. Fu instantly perked up a bit and said happily, "Yes, I have an appointment with the sisters tomorrow to go fishing at the reservoir. You and the little boy can come with us."

"Little Tong? That's the nanny Tong Yao who just came."

"Yes, isn't this a nice name? Not only is this child pretty and well-behaved, but she's also very good at cooking and cleaning the house. The key is that she doesn't mind us old people being clumsy."

Fu Yuan hummed and said nothing more.

The old butler came in and whispered, "Master, the car has been repaired. Would you mind choosing another car tomorrow?"

"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Uncle Wu."

"It's okay, it's what I should do."

Mrs. Fu looked at the two of them and asked in confusion, "What's going on? Is there something wrong with the car?"

The old housekeeper didn't hide anything and told the whole story: "Yes, today, on the way back home, the young master's car was accidentally hit by someone. There are some dents on the front of the car and it needs to be sent for repairs."

"What? Was it an accident or was it intentional?"

"It wasn't intentional, it was just an accident. There was a body inside the plaster cast on the truck. We recorded the statement on the roadside and came back a little late."

Mrs. Fu was shocked. "Corpse, you mean there was a body in the car that hit you? How could it be such a coincidence? Could it be that the driver killed someone?"

Fu Yuan shook his head. "I don't know about that either. The plaster contains various parts of the body. The police are still investigating, so we don't know the details at the moment."

"If my cooperation is needed, the police will notify me."

"Well, it's probably another perverted murder case. People nowadays are different from before. There are so many mentally twisted and perverted people because they don't have normal families."

Old Mrs. Fu looked at her eldest grandson and also felt that he was not normal. Who is normal and not married at such an old age, and doesn't even have a girlfriend? He couldn't possibly like men.

"Xiao Yuan, tell grandma honestly, do you like women or men?"

Fu Yuan: "...Grandma, what are you thinking about? How could I possibly like a man? I just have an emotional disorder. Maybe I haven't met a girl I like."

"Really? Then can your illness be cured? I'll be dead by the time you get married and have children."

"I can't do anything about this matter of fate."

Old Mrs. Fu sighed. Other sisters were afraid that their grandsons would be too romantic and leave too many children outside, but she wished her grandson would be romantic, but unfortunately, he was not.

It’s so frustrating that he’s still single at such an old age.

Fu Yuan finished speaking expressionlessly. He knew what his grandmother was worried about, but he really didn't have anyone he liked. Arranging a random marriage and leaving someone a widow would only create a worse situation.

Tong Yao quickly cooked the porridge, and the tempting aroma wafted out. Both the grandfather and grandson were a little hungry, so they looked at each other, stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Mrs. Fu looked at the hot porridge on the table, sat down and took a bite, then smiled and praised: "Xiao Tong, your cooking skills are really amazing. I haven't tasted the familiar taste for a long time."