Chapter 1893: The Wealthy Young Mistress

After the intimacy.

The two went to the bathroom to bathe separately; when she returned, she saw the man breathing steadily, seemingly asleep.

She lay down beside him, and he suddenly said, "We're leaving at eight tomorrow morning, will we make it in time?"

She was momentarily caught off guard: "Go where?"

"To pay respects at your parents' home."

"You mean, you will accompany me back?"

"Of course."

Li Xueer was very happy and soon fell asleep.

She had originally thought that the visit to her parents' home was a matter for the two of them, but she hadn't expected her mother-in-law to have already prepared all the gifts, and there were many, very complete gifts.

The trunk of the car was almost unable to hold them all.

"It's too much, Mom, there's no need for so many." Li Xueer wanted to take some out; there were so many expensive gifts that her father wouldn't even know how to use many of them.

Her mother-in-law insisted: "Silly child, what do you mean too much? If I wasn't worried about you two having trouble carrying them, I would have prepared even more."

Although Shi Youxuan had been promoted to mother-in-law, she also knew that being a daughter-in-law was not easy; the day a new daughter-in-law returns to her parents' home is a day for the husband's family to save face for the bride's family.

You can't go wrong with more gifts; the more gifts there are, the more the husband's family shows they value the new daughter-in-law.

The two drove off, and when they got out of the car, the neighbors were all startled.

"So many bags and packages of gifts? No one else's daughter has ever had such a grand display when returning home."

"Old Li's daughter married into a wealthy family; can anyone else compare to that?"

"Truly opulent."

The young couple walked to the door under the envious gazes of the crowd, only to see an "iron general" locking the door; her father wasn't home, where had he gone?

Li Xueer dialed her father's phone, and it was answered quickly.

"Dad, where are you?"

"At the restaurant, I'm at work."

Li Xueer:...

She raised her volume: "You're going too far; today is my third-day return visit, how could you still go to work?"

Lao Litou slapped his forehead hard: "Oh my, you're actually returning? Fine, I'll be back right away."

Where they lived, some women married into higher status, and the husband's family wouldn't let them return for the three-day visit; Lao Li thought the gap between the two families was too vast, and that his daughter probably wouldn't return, so he went to work.

As it turned out, his daughter had come home; he was overjoyed and hurried back.

Fortunately, Li Xueer had brought the house keys, so they weren't locked out.

They carried the bags and packages inside, and the hallway that served as the living room was piled full.

Neighbors all came over to watch the excitement and chat with Li Xueer and Zichen.

One auntie was quite interesting; she wasn't very satisfied with the dishes at the wedding banquet and asked Zichen: "Your family owns a restaurant, such a big restaurant, why weren't there any whole chickens or pork knuckles served at the banquet?"

Once someone started, the rest followed suit, expressing their opinions one after another.

"That's right, the taste of the food was very good, but many of the dishes didn't even have names; we didn't know what we were eating."

"Exactly, if we knew the names of the dishes, we could go to the market and buy some to cook and eat at home..."

Sheng Zichen:...

His wedding banquet had already made the news.

It was called the highest-standard wedding banquet in history, exquisitely prepared, with complex dishes and fresh ingredients.

Many ingredients were flown in from abroad, and there were all kinds of precious ingredients, but the demands of the common people were just that simple and plain!

They felt that whole braised chickens and pork knuckles were good dishes; being too refined was useless, they couldn't appreciate it and it wasn't practical—just one chopstick-full and the plate was empty.

As for those dishes that couldn't be named, they really couldn't be bought in ordinary vegetable markets; never mind the price, the point was they just couldn't be bought.

Li Xueer felt her face heating up.

This was the difference between the people here and the wealthy families!

She was a chef, so she knew that any single dish at the wedding banquet was much more expensive than a whole braised chicken or a pork knuckle.

But her neighbors felt that a banquet without braised chicken and pork knuckles wasn't high-class enough!

She had grown up in this environment since she was a child, so naturally, she was the same kind of person as her neighbors.

Fortunately, Zichen did not make everyone feel embarrassed.

He apologized with a smile: "This was my oversight; there were too many things to take care of that day, so I didn't notice these things. I will have the restaurant send over a banquet in a while; there will be whole chickens and pork knuckles, and you aunties must eat plenty later."

"Great, great."

The neighbors chatted happily with Zichen.

Zichen could chat with people of any age group or cultural level; even if they were talking about trivial matters, he could join in.

The aunties praised Zichen endlessly.

They had never seen a rich person who was so wealthy yet had no airs and was so approachable.

Li Xueer also felt she had face; praising her husband was praising her.

Soon, Lao Litou returned.

The banquet from the restaurant also arrived, and the neighbors ate a lively meal together; after the meal, the father-in-law and son-in-law sat down to drink tea and chat.

Lao Litou was very polite to Zichen, personally pouring tea and water for him, and his speech was no longer stiff, revealing a cautious obsequiousness everywhere.

Anyone would find this behavior exhausting.

Especially Li Xueer.

She said to her father: "Don't be so fake, can't you just talk normally? I have goosebumps all over."

Lao Litou felt his daughter was ungrateful and ignorant, and scolded: "Move aside, I'm talking to my son-in-law, it's not your place to interrupt."

Li Xueer sat to one side, unconvinced, pouting.

Back at her maiden home, she was instantly that little girl pampered by her father again, allowed to be willful and allowed to be immature.

It didn't matter; a child who is pampered doesn't need to be too sensible, because she knows there is always someone behind her who loves her and tolerates everything about her—this is her sense of security!

Zichen discussed with his father-in-law about moving him to a new place to live, as the house here was old and dilapidated, stuffy in the summer and cold in the winter, making it too uncomfortable to live in.

But Lao Litou refused; this was the place he had lived since he was young, and the surrounding area was full of old neighbors who could look out for one another.

Most importantly, he looked at his daughter, wanting to speak but hesitating, before finally saying: "I'm afraid that if Li Xueer's biological parents come looking, they won't be able to find her."

Upon hearing this, Li Xueer suddenly burst into tears.

She cried and said: "Dad, I only have one father; no matter who they are, even if they come looking, I won't acknowledge them."

"Silly child, you can't think like that. No matter what, they are your biological parents. Perhaps they had some unspeakable hardship; if they truly had a difficult time back then, you should acknowledge them. Be a good girl, alright?"

Li Xueer didn't want to be a good girl; in any case, she was set on only having Lao Litou as her father. As for biological or not, she didn't care.

When the father and daughter became stubborn, they were almost exactly the same.

Neither could convince the other, and as they talked, they started arguing!

"You stubborn girl, why are you so obstinate? Will you only be satisfied if you make me die with my eyes unclosed?"

"Always talking about life and death, you old stubborn head, someone like you will live for ten thousand years; you won't die so easily..."

"You stinking girl, you've only just gotten married and your wings are already stiff, and now you're even beating around the bush to curse me, aren't you? Only a turtle lives for ten thousand years!"

"Don't be ungrateful, I'm wishing you health and longevity!"

"With a daughter like you, I'll be angered to death sooner or later; I won't have any longevity..."

A perfectly good scene of fatherly kindness and filial piety ultimately devolved into chaos.

Generally speaking, the way the father and daughter got along was still quite harmonious.

Some people don't argue or make a fuss, while others get along better the more they argue!

Like "The Wife Always Wants to Anger Me"