Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 382: 117: Clever Mrs. Zheng, Meeting the Parents One by One (revised)_4

After choosing his clothes, he carefully shaved off his stubble, meticulously washed his face, and finally headed downstairs.

When he reached the ground floor, Mr. and Mrs. Mo were sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. “Old Six, you’re up! I was just about to wake you,” they said.

“Mom, Dad, have you eaten yet?”

“Your dad and I already ate. We left breakfast for you on the table. The quicker you consume it, the sooner you can go pick up your bride.”

“Okay.” Mo Qishen picked up a meat bun, saying, “I’m leaving now.”

After Mo Qishen left, Mrs. Mo fell into a state of anxiety.

“Husband, do I look good in this outfit? Is it acceptable?” In anticipation of meeting her future daughter-in-law, Mrs. Mo was dressed exceptionally formal today.

Mr. Mo, without lifting his gaze from the newspaper, said, “The young lady is dating Old Six, what’s the use of you looking good?”

Mrs. Mo replied, “I want to make a good impression on her!”

Mo Qishen cycled to the Ni family’s courtyard.

When he arrived, Ni Yang was in the living room having a meal.

“Xiaomo’s here,” Ni Cuihua urged, “Yangyang, hurry up and eat!”

“Okay.” Ni Yang managed a garbled agreement while still eating porridge.

Mo Qishen said, “No worries, Auntie, there’s no rush. We still have plenty of time.”

Ni Cuihua laughed and said, “Little Mo, have you eaten yet? If not, you can eat with us! The pan-fried dumplings this morning were hand-wrapped by Yangyang herself.”

Mo Qishen politely said, “Thank you, Auntie, but I’ve already eaten.”

Ni Yang lifted her eyes towards Mo Qishen, “Brother Mo, why so shy?”

Ni Cuihua handed him a fresh pair of chopsticks and a bowl, “We are all family, Little Mo, there’s no need to be formal.”

Mo Qishen stood up, accepting the bowl and chopsticks with both hands, “Thank you, Auntie.”

In a little while, Ni Yang put down her bowl and chopsticks, then said, “Brother Mo, take your time. I’m going to change.”

“Okay.” Mo Qishen nodded. Somehow his face suddenly flushed.

For some inexplicable reason, he felt a little warm.

Within a short time, Ni Yang emerged from her room fully dressed.

However, Mo Qishen was not in the living room.

“Where is he?” Ni Yang raised her eyebrows slightly.

Just then, there was a sound from the kitchen.

Ni Yang went to see and found Mo Qishen washing dishes in the kitchen.

He was slightly bent down, fully concentrated, and hadn’t even noticed Ni Yang’s arrival. His rolled-up sleeves revealed the strong, fair wrists. His hands were slender, with clear, pronounced veins – a hand model’s delight, tempting one to touch.

In this era, unlike future generations, men tended to be chauvinistic, believing that kitchen chores were women’s work. But he looked completely at ease doing them.

He really knew how to put on a show.

Ni Yang approached him with a light smile, “Brother Mo, pretty impressive.”

Mo Qishen responded with a grin, “Thank you for the compliment, boss. Also, this cheongsam you’re wearing is really beautiful! You’re like Chang’e from the Moon Palace.”

Ni Yang was wearing a cheongsam she brought back from F Country. The pale yellow cheongsam accentuated her already fair skin, making it look as delicate as a peeled eggshell.

The cheongsam was embroidered with lifelike peonies, which were typically known as the ‘king of flowers’ and were known for their ability to ‘enliven Beijing when they bloom.’ However, with the cheongsam on Ni Yang, the peonies seemed to lose their shine.

Ni Yang’s eyes twinkled, “I see you’re still good with your sweet talk.”

After washing the last dish, Mo Qishen leaned towards Ni Yang and said, “Would you like to taste how sweet?”

Ni Yang was shocked, her cheeks instantly turning a deep shade of red. She glared at him, “Shameless!”

She quickly realized that Mo Qishen, the loathsome man, was becoming increasingly flirtatious.

Ni Yang even began to suspect that Mo Qishen’s initial innocent demeanor was just a ploy to beguile her…

Mo Qishen gazed at her, seemingly lost in thought for a moment.

My God!

His bride looked beautiful even when she was angry.

Ni Yang ignored him and walked out of the kitchen.

Mo Qishen immediately followed her out.

Ni Cuihua brought out a prepared gift for Ni Yang, “Yangyang, you should bring this.”

“Okay.” Ni Yang reached out for it.

Mo Qishen said, “Auntie, you really don’t have to.”

Ni Cuihua smiled and said, “This is Yangyang’s first time visiting your home as your girlfriend. It’s a basic courtesy. Xiaomo, if you don’t accept it, I’ll get upset.”

Mo Qishen chuckled, “Auntie, thank you.”

Ni Cuihua said, “Why are you still being so formal with me, Little Mo? Alright, you two should get going. Don’t keep your family waiting.”