In the era of fetal wear, she became the first socialite in Hong Kong

"Okay, let's go in first." Fu Ziheng interrupted his wife's confusion.

Lin Ling suddenly realized that how could one stand outside the door and chat with guests?

She curved her lips and smiled, "Miss Fu, please come in."

The two little cubs responded enthusiastically to their parents, running into the door first, then turned back to look at the people outside and said, "Come in quickly!"

Fu Ziyan walked in with a smile.

The yard is not big, only about seven or eight square meters. There is a clothesline on one side of the yard and a small rattan swing on the other side. There is also a small rattan cart next to the swing. The sunlight shines softly, and overlapping reflections are cast on the concrete ground.

Seeing Fu Ziyan looking around the courtyard, little Li Yu blinked and staggered to his aunt's side. Like a host, he stepped forward to introduce the "guest" and pointed at the swing and said in a baby voice, "It's a swing!"

Fu Ziyan didn't expect her nephew to be so enthusiastic about her on their first meeting. She was flattered. She half-knelt down with a bright smile, listened carefully to the little teacher's words, and responded actively: "Wow, it turns out to be a swing. Thank you, Xiao Yubao, for telling me."

Little Li Yu was very satisfied with the attitude of this "auntie". He turned around and pointed at himself and then at Fu Ziyan: "You sit, he pushes!"

Fu Ziyan looked at the swing in front of her, then at the little boy beside her with clear eyes and a sincere face inviting her, and was silent for a moment.

This swing was actually customized by Li Ziheng and his wife for their two little cubs. You can imagine the size of the seat. It would be a dream for an adult to sit in it.

And “he pushed”, who pushed it?

Fu Ziyan had the experience of playing with her uncle's son Fu Zizhou, and knew that when children first learn to speak, they go through a stage where they can't distinguish between you, me, and him. Looking at little Liyu's actions... she boldly guessed that it wasn't little Liyu who pushed her?

Seeing his aunt beside him stunned and speechless, little Li Yu became anxious. He frowned and pointed at the swing and urged: "Sit!"

The next second, he blurted out: "Push!"

Lin Ling thought that Miss Fu was very young and probably had no experience in playing with children, so he was about to speak up to help.

Fu Ziyan had already picked up little Li Yu with a smile and put him on the swing seat. She buckled the safety belt made of a small circular rubber band and gently pushed the swing. The child who had just frowned anxiously started to giggle.

The whole action was done in one go, so smoothly that it didn't seem like the first time I met little Li Yu.

Lin Ling was a little surprised. Li Ziheng, who had just parked the car, saw this scene as soon as he walked in. He chuckled and exclaimed, "Yan Yan is worthy of being my aunt. She's amazing!"

Fu Ziyan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, little Li Yu was not a stubborn person and insisted that she sit on it. Hearing Li Ziheng's laughter, she raised her eyebrows proudly: "That's right, don't you see who I am?"

As he was speaking, a shadow appeared from the side and behind.

Fu Ziyan tilted her head and saw Li Song running over to pull at her clothes. In his right hand, he held a small car made of bullet shells. The child's eyes were bright, and his face was full of sharing. He spoke quickly and clearly, "Auntie, look at my car. My uncle gave it to me. We can play with it together!"

Little Li Yu, giggling on the swing, cooperated and shouted, "Let's play together!"

"I want to play with Auntie for a while. It's time for lunch now." Lin Ling came over and picked up little Li Yu from the swing, stroked Li Song's hair, and said softly, "Xiao Song, can you help your mother take Auntie home for dinner?"

Li Song hesitated for a moment, obviously struggling over whether to take his aunt out to play first or help his mother first.

Lin Ling didn't urge him, but just looked at his son with a smile.

After a while, Li Song nodded, raised his arm and took his aunt's hand: "Aunt, I'll take you to eat. Good children should eat first and then play. We are all good children!"

Fu Ziyan raised an eyebrow. Her cousin taught her son really well. "Xiao Song is so great! You must be the best kid in the world!"

Li Song smiled brightly, nodding his head like a chick pecking at rice, and didn't forget to praise her back: "Auntie is the best too."

Lin Ling put little Li Yu into the high chair. Li Ziheng also strode forward to separate the aunt and nephew who were praising each other, carried Li Song into another high chair, and looked back at her.

"What would you like to eat, Yanyan? The cafeteria food your sister-in-law ordered is definitely not enough. I'll add two more dishes."

"It's up to the host, I'm fine with it." Fu Ziyan was even more surprised, "Brother Ziheng can cook!"

Li Ziheng smiled and said, "Well, your sister-in-law's cooking skills are unparalleled in the world. We won't let her use our home cooking skills too much. Just try my cooking skills."

At the same time, Li Song also explained to his aunt in a serious manner: "Because the food my mother cooked was inedible, my father learned to cook."

I heard a different version of Fu Ziyan in each ear and almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

How can a child lie?

I didn't expect Li Ziheng to be like this after getting married~

Fu Ziyan gave Li Ziheng a teasing look.

Li Ziheng is worthy of being a bureaucrat. He is very thick-skinned and his expression does not change at all. Seeing Fu Ziyan looking at him teasingly, he nodded slightly in a leadership style.

Fu Ziyan: ...

Fu Ziyan laughed at his mother's impoliteness in front of the child. She suppressed her laughter and sighed at Li Ziheng's shamelessness. She lowered her head and smiled as she spoke to Li Song: "So that's how it is. Then your father is great. Your mother is also better than your aunt. Your aunt can't even light a fire."

Although she was trying to coax the child, Fu Ziyan didn't say anything nonsense. Forget about the wood-burning stoves or honeycomb briquettes used in the mainland. Even the liquefied petroleum gas stoves that had just been introduced in the past two years, Fu Ziyan had to figure out how to turn them on.

Before her sudden death in her previous life, she was a college student who could do nothing. She could only eat instant noodles from buckets for fear that they would get burnt in the pot. In this life, when her adoptive parents passed away, she basically went to state-owned restaurants to eat. After she came to the Fu family, she had rarely even entered the kitchen.

Li Song looked at his aunt with amazement and sympathy. She couldn't even turn on or off the stove, and having trouble getting food. Thinking of the stories his parents had told him about people who didn't have enough to eat during famines, he promised earnestly, "Aunt, I will learn how to cook in the future. When I do, I will cook for you, and you won't have to worry about going hungry."

"Aunt, if you're hungry, you can stay at my house. Dad is a good cook, so you'll have something to eat."

Children are indeed pure and cute little suns.

Fu Ziyan laughed out loud: "Really? Then auntie will stay at your house for the next few days~"

Li Song nodded generously and waved his hand: "No problem, Auntie, you can sleep with me, and I'll lend you my toys to play with!"

"Wow, thank you so much, Xiaosong."

Little Li Yu also looked up: "Give the toys to Auntie, let's share!"

Lin Ling brought out the dishes and was about to explain to Li Song that her aunt would not live here, but she didn't expect Miss Fu to agree. She looked at Ah Heng in confusion, and saw Ah Heng smiling and nodding at her.

Lin Ling:!!!

The young lady from Hong Kong actually wants to live in her house?

Fu Ziyan looked up and smiled at Lin Ling: "Sister-in-law, can I stay at your house? I came to the mainland alone, so I just want to get to know you guys better. If it's inconvenient, forget it."

"It's convenient. I'll clean up the empty room in a while, but the furniture may not be complete." As for Li Song's room, forget it. The child's room is full of toys and things. It's okay for a child, but it's too crowded for an adult.

Fu Ziyan smiled, her dimples seemed to be filled with honey: "Thank you, sister-in-law. If you are busy, can I ask my assistant to clean up later?" She asked someone to prepare a lot of toys and some suitable furniture, and Mu Mu had to bring bodyguards to move them in.

Lin Ling didn't think too much and agreed directly: "That's fine, I have to go to work in the afternoon, and your assistant can clean up faster, so where does she live...?"

Fu Ziyan quickly explained: "She lives in the County Party Committee Guesthouse."

Li Song cheered that his aunt could live in his house, thinking that his aunt was so pitiful, and he wanted to share all his toys and meals with her!

Li Song didn't expect that his pitiful filter for his aunt would be shattered soon...