Talking about love and delivering food

Mother Sang had a whim one day, and suddenly wanted to see what the cohabitation life of Sang Yu and Gu Qingshi was like.

So, the next day, she asked Sang Kun to take her to Grand Hyatt Mansion, and decided to go and see their daily life.

Sang's mother didn't say hello in advance, unfortunately, Gu Qing happened to be on a business trip for three days, and only Sangyu and Lizhi were at home.

"Mom, why are you here? Didn't Gu Qing and I come to eat at home the day before yesterday?"

Seeing Sang's mother carrying big and small bags at the door, Sang Yu was still very surprised. She helped her mother carry the things in, and then looked behind her. She didn't see her father, and added in a very wretched way:

"You won't quarrel with my father and run away from home, will you?"

Sang's mother slapped her forehead, "It's just nonsense, my daughter is married, can I come to my son-in-law's house to eat and drink for a few days?"

Sang Yu curled her lips, "Why can't you tell the difference? I've already said that when I married Gu Qing, you wanted her as your daughter-in-law."

"You can brag about it, who received the 100 million dowry, and who is wearing the wedding dress in the wedding photo?"

Sang Yu handed her mother a glass of water, not guilty at all:

"What's a million dowry? Look at the house next door to me. With the current house price, it's worth at least 100 million, right? I've paid more dowry than her. Besides, the wedding photos, it's not because she is too yang, Not suitable for a wedding dress?"

Too much sun?

Mother Sang spit out a mouthful of water, "Why don't you say that you are too yin?"

Sang Yu pursed her lips, not wanting to be like her mother, so she took out two boxes of blueberries from the refrigerator, "Mom, are you going to stay here for a few days?"

"Look at your reluctance. Do you dislike your mother coming to eat and drink for free? No wonder the married daughter spilled water." Sang's mother looked into the house, "Did Qingshi go to work?"

Sang Yu thought about the food in the refrigerator, and pursed her lips, "I didn't say that. Gu Qingshi went to Shanghai, and he probably won't be able to return until the day after tomorrow."

"Then I'll go home when I'm young, and stay for a few days before leaving."

"what?"

"Why, are you not welcome?"

Sang Yu looked melancholy, "Mom, why don't you come back when Gu Qing comes back, you said it's rare for you to come here, and I don't know how to cook..."

"The co-author was away when he was young, and you always drink Dongfeng at home?"

Sang Yu scratched her head embarrassingly, "Every time she goes out, she will prepare cooked food for me in the refrigerator, and I'll just cook a meal and order some soup..."

Mother Sang was stunned for a few seconds when she heard the words, then got up and went straight to the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator door.

Sure enough, all kinds of fresh-keeping food boxes were neatly stacked, and post-it notes were carefully pasted on them.

Mama Sang: "..."

Hehehe, she said that her daughter misses home all day long.

Sang's mother is a restless person, but unfortunately Gu Qing is a well-managed family, and the house is neatly arranged. She wandered around in each room, but only found a few autumn clothes that Sang Yu had piled on the bathroom shelf.

"Sangsang, do you need to wash these clothes?"

"Yes." Sang Yu replied perfunctorily, ignoring her mother.

"Why do you pile it up? Why don't you wash it?"

"Oh, these clothes can only be washed by hand. Gu Qingshi said that I just passed my menstrual period and should not touch cold water. She came back and washed it for me."

Mother Sang stared at her for a few seconds, then sighed, "You are lazy."

Sang Yu didn't take it seriously either, she was reading an interview article about Gu Qingshi on Weibo with great interest.

Reporter: Some people say that all the photos taken by Gu Jinpai are angels because you have the hands of the Creator.

Gu Qingshi: The photographer's hand is indeed very important, but this statement is too exaggerated.

Reporter: As we all know, photographers need to be very flexible with their fingers to adjust the lens. Many people don’t wear gloves even in winter because of the sensitivity of the lens, but you seem to like wearing gloves very much?

Gu Qingshi: Probably because my hands are so pretty.

Reporter: ... Ha ha, you are really humorous.

Gu Qingshi: I'm serious.

Reporter: So you don't want others to see your hands?

Gu Qingshi: Well, I don't want to make her jealous.

……

I don't want to make—her—jealous! ! !

Don't think about it, everyone knows that she refers to her Sang Yu!

Seeing this, Sang Yu felt ashamed and annoyed, cursed bitterly, and quit Weibo. When she turned around, her mother was busy in the bathroom, so she quickly stopped her:

"Mom, don't worry about it. Gu Qingshi said she came back to wash it. Anyway, it's been raining these days, the air is humid, and it can't be dried."

Sang's mother ignored her, and continued to pour water into the big round basin, poured laundry detergent into it, and threw the clothes in, "You don't look like a housewife when you're used to it."

"The housewife is not me, but her."

Mother Sang hated iron for being weak, twisted her ears and said, "You don't have to do anything when you are at home all day? It's hard for Gu Qing to go on a business trip. Look at you, you don't know how to be considerate at all." .”

"It was she who said that as long as I was beautiful and beautiful, she was responsible for earning money to support the family. Besides, my income is not less than hers, and I also have things to do."

"Hmph, you are responsible for causing trouble for others, right? Your own clothes are waiting for someone to wash them."

Sang Yu couldn't help her mother, so she started to mess around, "Am I your own daughter, or Gu Qingshi? Why are you helping her bury her?"

"You used to be my own. From now on, I decide to treat her as my own."

Sang Yu was so angry that she didn't say a word for a long time, and hid in the study all afternoon.

There is no harm if there is no comparison. Mama Sang never felt that her daughter was so unattractive before, but after seeing Sangyu who had to leave the finished food boxes for Gu Qingshi to come back to wash, Mama Sang was completely desperate.

"She is such a good girl, Qingshi, what kind of misfortune did she have to fall for you? As your mother, I despise you. What is Qingshi's fancy about you?"

"I just think I'm pretty."

Mother Sang was so choked that her heart twitched, "You eat and dress yourself, why don't you just throw it all over to others to clean up for you?"

"She said it herself, if I don't want to wash it, just put it neatly, and she will clean it up when she comes back."

What Sang Yu said was too natural, Mother Sang was speechless, took a deep breath, and dragged Sang Yu into the kitchen, "From today on, you follow me to learn how to cook and clean up the house, and I will let you learn how to cook for yourself." wife."

"That's right, she's my wife."

"Okay, it's okay if you don't study, then follow me back, don't lose your mother's eyes here, others will only say that I, a mother, didn't teach my daughter well."

Sang's mother's expression was too serious, and Sang Yu was afraid that her mother would be serious, so she had to say yes, and reluctantly, under her mother's guidance, she cooked a day's meals by herself.

Gu Qing came back at noon on the third day, and when she came back, Sang Yu and her mother were eating the unpalatable lunch she made.

When Sang Yu opened the door and saw Gu Qing, she almost burst into tears of joy, not caring that her mother was also there, so she couldn't get off hanging on her body.

Gu Qing knew that Mama Sang was also there, and walked in with one arm around Sang Yu, and greeted Mama Sang first, "Mom."

Mother Sang responded with a smile, and when she looked at Sang Yu, she couldn't help but blush, "You're used to her, she's already 27, and she's still like a child."

Gu Qingshi smiled, but didn't answer.

"You've just reached menopause, and I don't feel good about anything." Sang Yu got off Gu Qingshi's body, and smiled at her as if asking for credit:

"You haven't had lunch yet, right? My mother insisted on forcing me to learn to cook. I cooked today's lunch. Hurry up and try it."

"I haven't eaten." Gu Qingshi took advantage of Sang's mother not paying attention, and quickly kissed her on the cheek, "Then I'll wash my face first."

"Go, I'll serve you a meal."

The three dishes made by Sangyu are cooked to the level of undead, and the taste is really unflattering.

"How about it, is it delicious?"

Gu Qing looked at Sang Yu who was looking forward to it, and said after finishing a bowl of rice, "It's not good."

"Won't you even pretend to praise me?" Sang Yu didn't want to mention how wronged she was, as expected, the novels were all lies.

"Cooking doesn't happen overnight, just learn more." Mama Sang couldn't bear it when she heard this, and hurriedly comforted her.

"Mom, I know how to cook. I'll be fine if I come for this kind of thing in the future. If Sangsang's cooking is not good, she can't eat well, and I can't eat well either. I'll suffer."

The thankless mother Sang: "...well, you can spoil her."

Sang Yu was quite proud of this, and took Gu Qingshi back to the room after dinner.

Mama Sang listened to the corner at the door, and then went to the restaurant with a blushing face. When she had just packed the dishes and was ready to wash, Gu Qingshi, who had changed into home clothes, came over.

"Mom, go to the lunch break with Sangsang, I'll do it."

"Mom has nothing to do all day, anyway, nothing to do."

Gu Qingshi had already tied up her apron while Mama Sang was talking, and filled the pool with quick hands and feet.

"How can there be nothing to do? The studio is not too busy, and I can take a break. Is there any place you and Dad want to travel? If it's in China, let's travel by car. If you want to go abroad, that's fine."

Mama Sang stood aside, looking at Gu Qing's sharp-edged side face, suddenly felt a little sour for some reason.

"When you were young, Sangsang had never suffered anything since she was a child, and I'm afraid she will have to work hard for you in the future."

"Mom, what are you talking about all of a sudden?" Gu Qingshi washed a dish, turned his head to look at Sang's mother, saw that she looked a little uneasy, froze for a moment, took off the gloves, and helped her to the living room.

"For me, taking care of Sangsang is not a responsibility, but a kind of happiness. So, Mom, don't think I'm tired."

"I don't want Sangsang to know anything. To be honest, whether it's housework or cooking, if I feel tired, I can hire a housekeeper. Both Sangsang and I have the ability."

"Outsiders don't understand the bitterness and joy of getting along with each other. You think Sangsang doesn't know anything, as if I'm taking care of her, but you don't know, for me, she specially learned massage techniques in private , and will take the trouble to press it for me every time.”

"Qingshi, if you can think so, then I can rest assured."

"Don't worry. Sangsang, she is very good. Whether I spoil her or pamper her, I am willing."

Sang's mother nodded, her words choked with sobs, "I can see that Sangsang is doing well, and I believe that you will be happy in the future. Qingshi, I'm sorry, I treated you so badly in the past."

"Mom, don't think about it that way." Gu Qingshi quickly wiped away tears for Sang's mother, "I want to thank you, Sangsang is stubborn, she won't turn back if she doesn't bump into the south wall, if you didn't agree at the beginning, she would be so stubborn now. There will be no determination that must be mine.”

Sang's mother didn't feel that Gu Qingshi's words were offensive, but laughed through her tears, "You know her better than herself."

Gu Qing lowered his eyes, "Mom, I have liked her for almost seven years. Before she met me, I knew what she loved the most and what she hated the most."

So, the first time Sang Yu entered her home, she never wanted to leave.

Her sofa, her wallpaper, her potted plants...every corner of the room has a style that she guessed Sang Yu would like.

In the end-the sky is endless, so I let Nong see Qing.

The author has something to say: This is the end of the episode.

Applause and sprinkle flowers.

I love you forever.