After a blind date, a wealthy heir asked me to marry him.

Fu Cheng glared at him with a sharp look, and Fu Chen immediately fell silent.

He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at his older brother again, but what he was thinking was: at this moment, if only I could take a picture and post it on WeChat Moments.

But it’s just a thought.

After welcoming everyone into the house, Lu Shiyi busied himself pouring tea, cutting and washing fruit, and warmly greeting them.

Fu Cheng then went back to the kitchen to continue his work.

We're all family, no need for formalities, he doesn't need to be there to keep me company.

Looking at his busy granddaughter-in-law and his eldest grandson who had just entered the kitchen, Grandpa Fu couldn't be more satisfied. Wasn't this young couple developing in the direction he had hoped for?

He now felt that if Fu Cheng wanted to conceal his identity and investigate the Eleventh Prince, let him do it. In the end, it would only cause him to take more detours, and it would also give them a chance to see another side of Fu Cheng, which was fine too.

After Lu Shiyi brought over the plate of cut fruit, she said to the elders on the sofa, "You all have some fruit first, I'll go help Fu... Fu Cheng."

She almost called him Mr. Fu. It's not appropriate to address your husband like that in front of your elders.

"Go quickly, go quickly."

Grandpa Fu couldn't be happier that the young couple were always together.

"it is good"

After Lu Shiyi finished speaking, he turned and went into the kitchen.

Fu Chen, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing, "Sister-in-law is helping big brother? Hahaha, sister-in-law is giving big brother too much face."

He knew his older brother very well. Being willing to do something out of a sense of responsibility is one thing, but whether he knew how to do it or how well he could do it is another. In his opinion, it was good enough if his older brother didn't make things worse.

Cheng Xueping, sitting on the sofa, gave her daughter-in-law a meaningful look. As a woman herself and as a daughter-in-law, she understood what Lu Shiyi meant when she said "I'll go help Fu Cheng" instead of "I'll go cook." The detail was small, but it showed her daughter-in-law's respect for her husband and his family.

She originally trusted the old man's judgment. Her dissatisfaction with her daughter-in-law was only due to her background, which was vastly different from that of her son.

When Lu Shiyi entered the kitchen, Fu Cheng was picking lettuce.

I watched as he awkwardly peeled off all the outer leaves of the lettuce with his slender fingers, leaving only a few tender leaves in the center, which he then tossed into the vegetable bowl.

He threw the rest into the trash can.

Lu Shiyi: "..."

She quickly stepped forward, "Mr. Fu, let me do it. You go and talk to Grandpa and the others."

As Lu Shiyi spoke, he walked over and picked up the remaining lettuce to begin cleaning it.

Seeing this, Fu Cheng stopped what he was doing and said calmly, "They're all family. They're more comfortable than you are. I don't need to keep them company."

Listening to the laughter and chatter outside, Lu Shiyi thought to herself, "That's right, as the newlywed, I'm the one who needs to fit in."

Fortunately, they are a very well-mannered family.

"Then you help wash them, and I'll pick the vegetables."

Fu Cheng didn't reply, silently following his wife's arrangements.

Leave professional matters to professionals; this applies to businesses and families alike.

The young couple were busy in the kitchen, and Fu Chen went in to wander in twice.

He couldn't imagine what his older brother looked like in the kitchen, and he couldn't help but want to sneak in and take a look.

However, this action was seen by the elders in the living room, who thought that the second son, a bachelor, was envious of his elder brother and his wife's harmonious marriage. It seemed that he should start worrying about his own marriage.

The food was ready just before noon, and the timing was perfect.

Six people, eight dishes and a soup, a table full of food.

During the meal, Grandpa Fu couldn't help but praise the food, partly to show off his granddaughter-in-law, but more importantly, because Lu Shiyi's cooking was indeed delicious.

Having grown accustomed to delicacies, they find that the occasional home-cooked meal has a unique flavor.

Even Fu Chen joined in the praise, but he was just trying to curry favor with his sister-in-law.

He felt that his sister-in-law, Lu Shiyi, would be his biggest support in this family in the future!

Fu Cheng is decisive and efficient, while Fu Chen is shrewd and diplomatic.

At the dinner table, Fu Chen made everyone laugh with just a few casual words, truly becoming the king of atmosphere.

During the casual conversation over the meal, Lu Shiyi learned that her parents-in-law were retired employees who received two to three thousand yuan in pension each month, while her brother-in-law, Fu Chen, was an ordinary worker at a self-media company.

Fu Chen revealed all of this to Lu Shiyi on his own initiative. In any case, it was his elder brother who wanted to hide his identity, and he was only forced to do so because of his elder brother's authority. If the truth came out one day, it would have nothing to do with him.

Brother, go chase after your wife to the crematorium yourself...

The meal was lively and enjoyable, and it was almost three or four in the afternoon when everyone chatted for a while before reluctantly leaving.

The young couple's house returned to its previous empty and desolate state.

Lu Shiyi stretched out a big yawn, then lay straight down on the sofa.

Although she was generous and confident in entertaining her in-laws throughout the day, it was still the first time she had met them, so she was still a little nervous.

Now that she can finally relax, she just wants to lie on the sofa and relax for a while.

Seeing this, Fu Cheng turned and went into the kitchen, and soon came out with a freshly brewed glass of lemon water.

During lunch, he noticed that Lu Shiyi drank mostly lemon water.

He placed the water on the coffee table in front of Lu Shiyi and said in a flat tone, "Thank you for your hard work."

His wife got up early today and busied herself with chores all day long, which he saw all of.

He was indifferent to her, but she remained warm and considerate to his family, which touched him.

Lu Shiyi turned to look at Fu Cheng.

From her perspective, her husband appears even taller and more imposing, with more defined features.

At that moment, she felt that her husband wasn't as bad as she had imagined; he still had some humanity.

"It's nothing hard, it's what I should do."

Lu Shiyi replied.

She truly believed this. She wasn't doing these things to please anyone; she simply felt that relationships between people are built up little by little, and there are no shortcuts. She believed that every new daughter-in-law's initial intention was to get along harmoniously with her husband's family and have a happy family life. Even if various mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflicts eventually occurred, that was certainly not their original intention.

After all, ideals are lofty, but reality is harsh.

Lu Shiyi sat up, picked up the lemonade with a look of satisfaction, and took a sip.

But the next second, her expression began to contort.

Fu Cheng, who was standing to the side, frowned. What was that expression on her face? Did she think it was too delicious or too bad?

Lu Shiyi felt as if all her firm, white teeth had been knocked down in an instant.

She glanced at the lemonade; there were clearly only two slices of lemon in it, so why was it so sour?

How did you make this lemonade?

Lu Shiyi was somewhat puzzled.

Fu Cheng was even more puzzled. Could there be something wrong with the soaking?

He succinctly stated: "Two lemons."

"Two? Not two pieces??"

Fu Cheng nodded. "Two."

He squeezed the juice from two lemons and then mixed it with some warm water.

He originally intended to use three lemons, but considering the cup only had a capacity of 300 milliliters, he only used two.

As for the two pieces floating inside, he simply copied what he saw and deliberately put them in there.

In his view, the lemon slices in lemonade are merely decorations.

Who would make lemon water with just two slices of lemon as a perfunctory gesture...?