Chapter 324

Knock, knock~

"Come in."

Wang Xiaping walked in carrying sliced apples. Since she had to meet the "future in-laws" in the evening, she didn't even go to play mahjong, staying home to wait for their 3:00 PM departure.

"Don't stare at the computer all the time; it's bad for your eyes."

"Got it," Xu Qingzhou replied without lifting his head.

Wang Xiaping shook her head. After walking out, she muttered, "The computer is full of gibberish."

Xu Shouyun rubbed his teacup, his gaze fixed on the ball game, and said with a hint of disdain in his tone, "Those are mathematical formulas; don't make it sound so mysterious."

"Can you understand them?"

"If I could understand them, I'd be a scientist already; what would I be doing here?"

The Indian guy Samit nodded.

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In fact, for Mrs. Wang, this counted as fulfilling a small dream of hers: cooking in the kitchen together with her daughter-in-law.

Of course, he only said this in his heart; they hadn't even reached the legal marriage age, so why the hell would they want kids?

During the New Year period, except for a trip to the countryside on the third day of the lunar new year to visit his aging grandparents and maternal grandparents, Xu Qingzhou still didn't go out much, just like before.

"Auntie, let me help you."

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Wang Xiaping walked in and saw the two young people staring at the bedsheets. "I picked these sheets for a long time, and this kid is still complaining that they look old-fashioned."

8:00 PM.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, when Xu Qingzhou woke up in the morning, Xu Shouyun was already roasting a pig's head on the windowsill. He didn't stay idle either; after washing up, he threw on some clothes to go help.

"Because of Xu Qingzhou?" Professor Yaji asked in a deep voice.

A few days ago, Xu Qingzhou announced that he would pause his research on prime numbers and turn to a new research direction. It was heard that he was mainly following the direction of his teacher, focusing on harmonic analysis.

Song Yao pulled her small hand out of Xu Qingzhou's and stood up as well.

On the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, they went to buy New Year's goods: couplets, fruits, peanuts, melon seeds, candies, and so on.

Samit's expression was resolute: "I hope to find back what was lost."

February 13th, the sixth day of the lunar new year, the day after Xu Qingzhou visited the Song family, Song Yao came to see the old couple, Xu and his wife, carrying gifts.

At the doorway, Xu Qingzhou helped Song Yao wrap her scarf.

A red scarf, a white knit hat—looking at the slim school beauty Song bundled up like a fat penguin, her delicate face appearing very small, she was just too cute. So, he couldn't help but pinch her cheeks.

Xu Qingzhou thought to himself: "Luckily, neither of us likes children that much; otherwise, if one day you suddenly made me a grandfather, that would be truly exciting."

Xu Qingzhou's talent in prime number research was so terrifying that it made people feel a bit hopeless, which dealt him a heavy blow. After more than half a month of reflection, he decided to also engage in harmonic analysis.

"Look at you, just coming is enough, why bring gifts? You take Xiao Yao and walk around the house first." Mrs. Wang's smile never faded; after saying this, she went to the kitchen to cut fruit.

"They really are old-fashioned; if you don't believe me, ask Song Yao."

Xu Qingzhou pulled Song Yao, attempting to prove his point to Mrs. Wang.

But was this important? It wasn't! What made her happy was that the two young people got along harmoniously; this kid Xu Qingzhou just needed someone to keep him in check.

Watching the school beauty Song's face-changing stunt, Xu Qingzhou gasped in amazement.

Daughter-in-law... although they weren't married yet, it looked like they would be in a few years.

With an extra person in the house, it was much livelier than usual, and Mrs. Wang's laughter never stopped.

In the evening, there was another big table of food. Except for the leftovers from last night, since there were few people in the family, the New Year's Eve dinner would be eaten from the first to the fifteenth day; although that was a bit of an exaggeration, they really did have to eat leftovers for a few days.

"See? You're the one with all the fuss." The smile on Wang Xiaping's face grew even wider. Yes, judging from the conversation between these two, she and the young people had a generation gap in aesthetics; perhaps in the eyes of these two, the bedsheets really didn't look good.

"Okay!" Samit nodded heavily, full of ambition.

Old Xu took a sip of tea and ignored this show-off, but he did indeed have that feeling.

Xu Qingzhou peeled an orange and leaned lazily on the sofa. "The kitchen is so small, how can I help?"

Besides, even if they were married, they should enjoy the happy life of two people; why give birth to two money-devouring beasts so early to add trouble? Moreover, Xu Qingzhou also discovered that, without him and Song Yao knowing, Old Xu and the others had long since become familiar with each other—it was exactly like old in-laws meeting after many years.

At 4:00 PM, the two families gathered at the entrance of the big hotel.

The meal was excellent, and the atmosphere was just great.

Xu Shouyun didn't speak, but he felt a bit dazed. His wife had always said she felt like her feet weren't touching the ground, and he had comforted her. Now his wife was better and cheerful, but seeing this scene, he felt a sense of unreality.

Xu Qingzhou fell silent, looked at the school beauty Song, and said, "That's not what you said a few days ago."

"Dad, do you feel like happiness came too suddenly?"

Wang Xiaping originally didn't want to let Song Yao into the kitchen; she was dressed so beautifully, it would be bad to get kitchen fumes on her, but Song Yao insisted, and she happily agreed.

Xu Qingzhou pulled Song Yao into the bedroom. Looking at the festive bright red bedsheets, Song Yao covered her mouth and laughed.

He himself had once engaged in research in this area, and his teacher, Professor Yaji, also had considerable achievements in the field of harmonic analysis.

Song Yao pursed her lips, nodded, and under Xu Qingzhou's expectant gaze, she opened her mouth: "I think they look very good." "."

The two girls were busy in the kitchen, while Xu Qingzhou and Xu Shouyun watched the ball game in the living room.

Professor Yaji looked at his student. "Samit, you want to do research in harmonic analysis?"

Returning to the living room, Wang Xiaping said with a smile, "Xiao Yao, you two sit for a while, I'll go cook."

Rongcheng.

Once New Year's Eve passed, the new year began.

"What did I say?" Song Yao blinked at him, the threatening implication self-evident.

Is this Xia person's brain broken? He just finished the Polignac conjecture; shouldn't he be continuing now?

With Wang Xiaping and the others there, Song Yao could only glare at this boyfriend with wandering hands. After glaring, the resentment on her face was instantly replaced by a smile, and she turned to Wang Xiaping and Xu Shouyun: "Uncle Xu, Auntie Wang, no need to see us off."

"If you don't understand, you don't understand; why be so self-righteous?"

In the past, people paid attention to wearing new clothes for the New Year, but now they had piles of clothes and were too lazy to buy more. In Mrs. Wang's words, as long as you look "presentable," that's enough.

At the same time, at the Institute of Higher Mathematics at the Indian Imperial Institute of Technology, the Polignac conjecture project ended, and after a period of rest, everyone began to prepare for new topics.

"If you can't sit still, go inside and help." Xu Shouyun glanced at him sideways.

The two people who had been eating for free also stood up to wash their hands and helped serve dishes and rice.

Xu Shouyun and Wang Xiaping still smiled as they saw the two off at the door.

Everyone chatted for a while and watched some TV, and Song Yao also prepared to go back.

The holiday passed extremely quickly.

Xu Qingzhou looked back at the kitchen. Mrs. Wang and Song Yao were talking; the former had joy between her brows, beaming, while the latter had shed her usual coldness and carried a bit of worldly warmth.

Xu Qingzhou looked at Old Xu's expression and knew what he was thinking.

After the meal, the task of washing dishes fell to Xu Qingzhou, while Wang Xiaping pulled Song Yao into the living room to chat.

"Xiao Yao, eat some fruit."

Xu Qingzhou surrendered and said insincerely, "You said they look very good."

At 5:00 PM, Wang Xiaping called for dinner in the living room.

Professor Yaji pondered for a moment and nodded. "Good, for the direction, let's choose harmonic analysis. However, you must give me a popular topic; you know, those idiots who manage research funding only care about results."

Anyone in academia knows how difficult it is to take root in a brand-new field.

Under the gaze of the old couple, the figures of Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao disappeared at the corner of the street.

"It's so good." Mrs. Wang fulfilled a small dream today, and her mood was just great. She started fantasizing again, murmuring, "It would be even better if they had a child."

"Yeah... yeah my foot, they're only 19, what child are you talking about!"

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(End of chapter)