In-house help system

"Humph!"

Headmaster Ji put the letter on the pear-wood square table with a snap, and the teacups on the table trembled accordingly.

Mrs. Ji looked at the angry husband, and said softly, "Why are you so angry?"

Headmaster Ji shook his hand, pointing to the book channel unfolded on the table: "Look, look, what is written here?"

Mrs. Ji picked up the letter suspiciously.

"Father, mother:

Wen Liang greeted father and mother, and greeted father and mother for Feng Li.Knowing that his father's thunder disaster has passed, Wen Liang is very happy in his heart. It seems that the lightning protection clock that Feng Li has worked so hard to find is indeed somewhat effective. Feng Li said that this lightning protection clock is to honor his father, and there is no need to return it.

A few days ago, I ran into Senior Brother Lu by chance, and heard that my mother had injured her leg again. Feng Lite found three golden silk celestial grasses and handed them to Senior Brother Lu along with the prescription. My father and mother must have received them. I hope my mother Speedy leg recovery.

The Spring Festival is approaching, Feng Li and Wen Liang have a discussion, they will spend the new year with their parents, and they will arrive in a few days.

Sincerely, Ji Wenliang"

Mrs. Ji put down the letter, sighed and said: "There is nothing wrong with this letter."

Headmaster Ji seemed to be venting his anger, with his index finger and thumb emphasizing on the letter.

"There's nothing wrong with it? You see, nine out of ten of his sentences are inseparable from that Fengli. Is this son raised by me, or by that Fengli?"

"Wen Liang is right. Didn't you get through that thunder disaster unscathed? My leg is healed now..."

"Who do you think I am, Ji Qing? Do I owe him that kind of favor?"

"What favor? It's filial piety. It's been 100 years, why can't you let it go?"

Head Ji was silent for a while, and said: "If I can't let go, I won't let him in."

A hundred years ago, when Lu Hengzhi returned from the Demon Realm, he also brought back Jing Yuancao and a letter from Ji Wenliang.

In the letter, Ji Wenliang said that he would experience some experience in the human world and return in three months.

Although the head of Ji was angry that he left without saying goodbye, he thought that his son had never been in any trouble since he was a child, and he knew how to do things properly, so he let him go.

Three months later, Ji Wenliang really came back, and said he had someone he liked.

Although the son is younger, if he truly loves each other, he will not stop him.

But at least you need to know the details of this girl.

"Son, what's the name of the girl you like?"

Ji Wenliang took a sip of tea, blushed from coughing, and said, "Feng Li."

Feng Li... Feng Li... This girl's name is impressive.

"Then which sect is she from?"

"No way."

"No family, no sect? A girl from a mortal family?"

"No, no, Fengli knows magic."

Ah, that's casual practice.

At this time, Mrs. Ji gave him a glare, pushed him aside, and said, "Why are you asking this? What's important about family status?"

He took Ji Wenliang's hand again and said, "Son, is that girl pretty?"

Ji Wenhao seemed to have encountered some serious problem, and after struggling for a long time, he said, "It's very beautiful."

Mrs. Ji patted his hand and smiled like a flower, "It's good to be beautiful, good to be beautiful, beautiful daughter-in-law, handsome son, and I will give birth to a big fat grandson in the future, the appearance can't be wrong. Hey, look at you , why are you so careless when you drink water? Choking again."

He asked again: "How is that girl's temper? Will she treat you well?"

This time Ji Wenliang's answer was a little more sincere, "He has a good temper and treats me well."

"That's good, that's good. When will you bring the girl back to show your parents?"

"Father, mother," Ji Wenliang suddenly straightened his expression, as if mustering up a lot of courage, and said, "Feng Li is not a woman, but a man."

Master Ji and Mrs. Ji's expressions froze.

That night, Master Ji and Mrs. Ji were lying on the bed, unable to fall asleep.

In the end, it was Mrs. Ji who said, "Since the child likes it, let's take a look first."

It is nothing new for men to form Taoist couples.

It's just a pity that there is no big fat grandson to hug.

Master Ji didn't say anything, and with a wave of his hand, he turned off the lights in the room.

After a few days, Ji Wenliang really brought Feng Li.

After a few days of this ignorant, reticent Fengli lived in the Xuanliu sect, the head of Ji knew that it was impossible to separate them no matter what.

There is no other reason, but the two look at each other's eyes, as if they can't pretend to be anything other than each other.

The head of Ji, who had his son robbed, could only put his stomach full of grievances into his stomach.

"Father, mother, I brought Feng Li back to visit you."

Early in the morning of New Year's Eve, the son and "son-in-law" came to visit.

"What's the proper way to yell?"

As soon as Headmaster Ji saw the two of them, he would talk about "what kind of body is it?", for example, "what kind of body is it in broad daylight?" How decent is it to sit so close."

Ji Wenliang was used to this, he took Mrs. Ji's hand affectionately, "Mother, is your leg injured?"

"Okay, okay, thanks to Xiaofeng's medicine."

Master Ji snorted coldly.

"Father's voice problem again? It's not okay, let Xiao Feng find some effective medicine tomorrow."

Master Ji was so choked that he couldn't speak.

The meal at night was cooked by Ji Wenliang himself, taking care of both his parents' taste and Feng Li's taste, it was quite rich.

It's just that the dry food is too monotonous, so Mrs. Ji proposed to drink.

The head of Ji wanted to refuse, but was blocked by Mrs. Ji's words.

"For Chinese New Year, is it okay for my husband to accompany me for a few drinks?"

After drinking for a few rounds, Ji Wenliang and Feng Li began to do inappropriate things again.

Ji Wenliang wanted to pick up a piece of fish, but the moment his chopsticks touched the plate, they collided with another pair of chopsticks.

Looking up, it was Feng Li, so he shrank back.

Unexpectedly, Feng Li caught the fish and didn't eat it, but put it into the bowl in front of Ji Wenliang.

Ji Wenliang looked up at the head of Ji and Mrs. Ji, suddenly felt embarrassed, and put the fish into the sealed bowl.

"Eat it."

Feng Li didn't speak, but just put the piece of fish back into Ji Wenliang's bowl.

After going back and forth a few times like this, Ji Wenliang finally came up with an idea - half for one person.

smile at each other.

Sect Master Ji wanted to vomit blood.

However this is just the beginning.

Then you put a slice of beef on me, I scoop up a spoonful of meatballs for you, you peel a shrimp for me, and I serve you a bowl of soup...

After going back and forth, they met eyes again.

Seeing that they were almost done eating, Head Master Ji hurriedly told them to withdraw, so as not to worry.

On New Year's Eve, disciples with families had already gone back for a reunion, and those without families also went to the city to play in groups.

The Mysterious Genre School is decorated with lights and festoons, but it is surprisingly quiet.

The two held hands as they walked along the path.

"Little seal."

On weekdays, Ji Wenliang would call Feng Li "senior" on a whim, and when he returned to the Xuan School, he would follow Madam Ji and call him "Xiao Feng."

And Feng Li would agree.

"Ok?"

Ji Wenliang said softly, "Thank you."

Feng Li knew that he was thanking him for accompanying him back to the Xuan School every year, and said, "I thank you too."

"Thank me?" Ji Wenliang was puzzled, "Thank me for what?"

"I thank you...for bringing me food."

"Then... I thank you for serving me the soup."

"I thank you for your daily afternoon snack."

"I thank you for every morning kiss."

"I thank you..."

"I thank you..."

……

Feng Li suddenly stopped.

Ji Wenliang was thanking Zaixing, but he couldn't hear the response for a while, so he turned his head in doubt.

Came into a pair of deep pool-like eyes.

This deep pool is full of myself.

The author has something to say:

After a good Spring Festival, the two of them made it into Thanksgiving...

Will update as soon as possible, try to finish this book~