Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat
Chapter 472 - 472 467 Can I Come to See You

Chapter 472: Chapter 467: Can I Come to See You? Chapter 472: Chapter 467: Can I Come to See You? On the 28th of the lunar year, the second son went to Hong Jing’s home to deliver the festival gifts, but before that, he invited their family out for a meal first, as per Mu Chenyan’s request.

She found out about the second son’s matters from Mu Jiawen and said that since they were formally going to someone’s house to give festival gifts, how could they do so without an elder representative to meet them?

If Xiaotie didn’t mind, she could act as his elder.

The second son couldn’t have been happier; how could he possibly mind?

So, in addition to the second son and the three members of Hong Jing’s family, there were also Mu Chenyan, Jiang Yan, and Mu Jiawen dining together.

Hong Jing’s parents surely knew of Mu Chenyan’s great fame; both were initially surprised, but then the stone that had been hanging in their hearts fell to the ground.

Because if there were no elders on the groom’s side at a future wedding, it would look quite bad. But now it was different, not only did they have an elder, but also a famed celebrity, the master of the Chinese painting community.

This meal was naturally enjoyed by everyone present, and both parties were quite satisfied.

When the 28th came and the second son went over to deliver the festival gifts, Hong Jing’s mother had already prepared meat and vegetables early on.

However, when it came time to cook, Hong Jing kicked her mother out of the kitchen, saying they would handle preparing lunch.

“You can’t even stir-fry potato shreds properly. You’re preparing? Do you want us to survive on northwest winds?”

Speaking to Hong Jing this way in front of Xiaotie left her mother a bit embarrassed; this was partly her fault for being too indulgent, never having made Hong Jing seriously cook before.

The second son said with a smile, “Auntie, let me do it, I can cook.”

How could they let the future son-in-law enter the kitchen on his first visit?

Initially, Hong Jing’s mother completely disagreed, but Hong Jing firmly pushed her out and even closed the door behind her.

Hong Jing’s father was sitting in the living room brewing kung fu tea and glanced at her, saying, “Alright, we’ll all be family in the future, don’t be so formal with him. Come over, try the tea I’ve brewed.”

“Okay, let them fuss about.”

Hong Jing’s mother sat by the tea table and joined her husband in tea tasting, but still glanced towards the kitchen now and then.

She didn’t expect them to make any dishes that were both visually and olfactorily appealing; after all, there were no outsiders, and as long as it was edible, that was fine. They should try their best to praise the dishes later and not be critical.

However, when the sound of stir-frying began in the kitchen, despite the closed door, the aroma couldn’t be contained.

The couple looked at each other; Hong Jing’s father swallowed his saliva. He was so close to saying “It smells better than what you cook,” but in the end, all that came out was a hesitant “It seems passable.”

Hong Jing’s mother, not overthinking like him, just let out a relieved sigh, “That’s good, now your daughter won’t starve after she gets married.”

“Look at what you’re saying; how could she starve to death? Doesn’t Jingjing also know how to… make noodles?”

Hong Jing’s mother gave her husband a sidelong glance with a cold huff, “In this world, you’re probably the only one who thinks making noodles counts as cooking.”

When Hong Jing was twelve, she made a bowl of undercooked plain noodles for her father’s birthday. They were only about 70% cooked, but her father was so excited that he told everyone, “My daughter can cook. She made me a bowl of longevity noodles.”

Noodles that were 70% done… if that wasn’t true love, that bowl of noodles would definitely have been inedible.

But looking back now, both found themselves chuckling at the memory.

When the sound of stir-frying in the kitchen ceased, Hong Jing opened the door and brought out the dishes. The couple quickly got up to see.

Initially, Hong Jing’s mother planned to make potato stew with their beef, as that was the simple way she knew how. But now it appeared to have been turned into spicy boiled beef.

The chicken, which was meant to be stewed with mushrooms, was now cooked as spicy diced chicken. The mushrooms were stir-fried with green vegetables instead.

And this fish, she actually wasn’t very good at cooking fish, but having guests over for dinner without fish seemed inappropriate, so she had bought it intending to make a soup with tofu. But now it had turned into braised crucian carp, and it was quite fragrant. The tofu had been transformed into mapo tofu, and there was also a hot and sour soup…

Even though they hadn’t eaten yet, just from the presentation and the smell, one could tell it definitely wouldn’t be bad.

“If you didn’t have some skill, you couldn’t make this, right?” Dad Hong was surprised as he looked towards the second child, “Xiaotie, did you specialize in cooking?”

The second son smiled sheepishly, “I didn’t really study it, I’m just interested in cooking. I pretty much learn how to make something after watching my brother do it once.”

Mom Hong was surprised as well, “Xiaojiang can cook this well too?”

“My brother knows a lot more. Whatever the restaurants have, he can make, and what they don’t have, he also can do.”

Honestly, his brother was amazing; he knew how to do everything.

Dad Hong didn’t know what to say, these two kids, know how to make money and cook—this was truly… a steal for them.

He smiled until the wrinkles on his face piled up, beckoning the second son to sit down and telling him to come over for the New Year since they were all family now and not to be a stranger.

….

On the morning of New Year’s Eve, Jiang Yan had just finished breakfast when he unexpectedly received a call from his father, Jiang Fengwei.

He was somewhat surprised as he raised his eyebrow.

To be honest, he had almost forgotten about his own father. Since the last time he had called Jiang Fengwei when he first settled down in Jade City, the two of them hadn’t been in contact ever again. He was usually busy and had completely forgotten about Jiang Fengwei.

“Hello?”

“Um, Xiaoyan, it’s me, your dad.”

“Yeah, I know. What’s up?”

“I, I was wondering, how do I pay the landlord the rent?”

Jiang Yan had also forgotten about this because he had told Jiang Fengwei that he had paid six months’ rent for the house in advance and that if he wanted to continue living there, he would have to pay it himself.

“Didn’t you say you had paid six months’ rent before? The landlord hasn’t come to ask me for it, have you paid it again? By the way, dad has earned a decent amount of manuscript fees, I have money. Give me the landlord’s number, and I’ll handle it.”

How could he give you the landlord’s number? That’s Jiajia’s house.

Shu Wan did not know Jiajia because she seldom returned to her hometown and had not met her. But Jiang Fengwei knew her, as the Song family’s home was right next to Old Madame Jiang’s, and he had seen Mu Jiawen countless times and even once said, “This child seems very spirited at first glance, doesn’t look like someone from the country.”

He remembered that Old Song’s complexion had changed when he heard that comment.

So Jiang Fengwei actually had a fairly deep impression of Mu Jiawen.

Although there was nothing really to hide, Jiang Yan didn’t feel like explaining too much and thus said, “The landlord doesn’t live in Jade City, he’s abroad, and I transfer the money via bank account. How about this, you transfer the money to my account, and I will continue to pay him. It’s less of a hassle that way.”

He mentioned a bank and then read out a series of account numbers for Jiang Fengwei to write down with a pen.

After finishing this matter, Jiang Yan was ready to hang up, but Jiang Fengwei suddenly said, “Xiaoyan, can I go to Beijing to see you?”

It had been almost a year since his release from prison, and to avoid being a burden to Jiang Yan, Jiang Fengwei had been striving to earn money throughout this past year.

He had sustained injuries before and definitely couldn’t do heavy labor, so he fell back on the small amount of education he had. In the past, to supplement his parents’ income, he had collaborated with a magazine.

Luckily, the editor he had worked with was still there. After contacting them, he continued to submit articles and also followed Jiang Yan’s advice to first go to internet cafes to read web novels. After studying for about two months, he felt confident that he could write a novel, so he found a reliable website and began to publish.

Fortunately, he got a contract just after his ‘golden three chapters,’ and has been updating steadily ever since…