Chapter 691: This is impossible to reproduce!

The white Wrangler drove into Xishan No. 1 Courtyard and parked in the villa's garage.

Two girls got out of the car.

"This space is empty, huh."

"Xu Qingzhou wants to plant some flowers and grass here, and that side is reserved for a swing."

"A swing... tsk tsk, that's nice."

Song Lulu was no stranger to the villa; when she came to Kyoto University to report on September 1st, she had visited here with her parents.

She liked it here very much.

In the kitchen, Xu Qingzhou had just finished stir-frying the twice-cooked pork. Hearing the sound, he wiped his hands and went out, seeing the two girls walk into the living room. He greeted them, "Sit down first, the food will be ready soon."

"Brother-in-law~"

Song Lulu called out sweetly.

A pair of dark eyes stared at Xu Qingzhou, looking him up and down.

"Is there a flower on my face?"

Seeing the girl curiously looking at him again and again, Xu Qingzhou asked with a smile.

"It's just... this is the first time I've seen brother-in-law like this."

Song Lulu said embarrassedly. Xu Qingzhou was wearing a pink cooking apron; this "househusband" look was completely different from the one promoted in the news.

It just felt... very magical.

Xu Qingzhou laughed dumbly. "I'm going to cook."

"Do you need help?" Song Yao asked.

"No, you two wash some fruit and eat; I put it in the refrigerator."

Xu Qingzhou shook his head and dived back into the kitchen to continue working.

Living room.

"Er Miao."

Song Lulu greeted the tabby cat curled up on the sofa. Seeing that Er Miao had no intention of leaving, she tentatively poked its furry head with her finger.

Er Miao looked at the two-legged beast poking it with a finger, yawned, and continued to lie down and sleep.

At 6:30 PM, the setting sun was already hanging on the southwestern horizon, and the orange light passed through the floor-to-ceiling glass, landing on the lazy sofa in the corner of the room.

Er Miao jumped onto the sofa, licked its paws, and stared blankly outside the window, while the three of them were already sitting at the dining table.

"Come on, try my craft."

Xu Qingzhou looked at Song Lulu.

"Wow, it's delicious!"

Song Lulu picked up a piece of braised fish, her eyes lit up, and she nodded in praise.

"Comfortable, I was just waiting for this sentence."

Xu Qingzhou was satisfied. "Look, the eyes of the masses are discerning; the food I make isn't bad."

"Lulu is just humoring you."

Song Yao curled her lips.

"I'm sincere..."

Song Lulu's voice was as soft as a mosquito's, and she realized she shouldn't have participated in the war between her cousin and her cousin-in-law.

Xu Qingzhou shoveled his food. "Your cousin really dislikes my cooking."

"I don't dislike it."

Song Yao corrected him, "I despise it. Despising and disliking are different."

"..."

Xu Qingzhou was speechless. Song Xiaohua was right—disliking means you don't want to eat; despising means I eat very happily, but that doesn't prevent me from despising your cooking.

On the side, watching Xu Qingzhou's lifeless look, Song Lulu covered her mouth and giggled.

She felt that her cousin and brother-in-law's interaction was very interesting.

The outside world definitely wouldn't expect that this hot young scientist would be so "miserable" at home, unilaterally suppressed by his own cousin.

If Xu Qingzhou heard this girl's words, he would definitely shout, "I'm trembling with rage!" This is me being a good man not fighting with a woman, respecting my wife.

And what do you mean by unilateral suppression? Don't you know your cousin is also often retorted by me?

Xu Qingzhou, depressed as he was, asked with a smile: "Are you still adapting to school?"

"Adapting."

Song Lulu nodded, holding her soup, took a sip, and grumbled: "It's just that the idea that it's easier after high school teachers say so is a lie."

It's clearly more tiring in college.

Just look at the classmates in the major; one is more hardworking than the other. Even during military training, they were in the library every day, with clear goals—some want to study abroad, some want to get a PhD...

"Those who can get into Jingda are basically 'hardworking kings'." ===== CHAPTER 692 =====