I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 531 Dirty, Need a Bath_1

Chapter 531: Chapter 531 Dirty, Need a Bath_1

When you pushed open the door to your home, laden with bags, you heard the distinct laughter of your mother from the living room, "Very good, very good, you’re truly my dear Zhao’er. Come, now read this passage out loud for mom to hear."

Following that, you heard Zhao’er reading a passage in fluent Mandarin for the first time in your life, "Under the moonlight, an agile figure scaled the high wall and quickly arrived beneath Juliet’s window. At that moment, Juliet happened to open the window and saw the man she had been longing for day and night."

Ah, so it was the love story of Romeo and Juliet.

You happily carried your things into the entryway, but the text that followed made you stop in your tracks, "Romeo swept Juliet into his arms, and the two shared a deep kiss, his tongue adroitly prying open Juliet’s teeth and wetly kissing her sexy and tender red lips; then, his hand unfastened her garment from behind, his five fingers gliding lightly over Juliet’s silky smooth back, moving to the front and climbing her jade..."

"Wait a minute!"

You rushed into the living room, only to find Zhao’er sitting primly on the sofa, holding an old, yellowed book in her hands.

Dropping the food on the floor, you strode over to Zhao’er, snatched the thick old book away, and said to your mother, who was grinning mischievously, "Mom? How can you let Zhao’er read this kind of book?"

Taking the book from your hand, you naturally asked, "What, is there a problem?"

"Of course there’s a problem. Zhao’er’s just recovering her senses, and you’re poisoning her mind with this stuff?"

"Are you criticizing me now?" Your mother’s eyes widened in defiance.

"I..."

"Good heavens, my life is so tough! I raised this stinking brat with so much hardship, and look at me now!" Your mother’s face changed faster than Zhao’er could flip through a book, and she suddenly became like the main character in a Qiong Yao melodrama, "And this kid, as soon as he got a wife, he began to yell at his own mother. If it’s like this now, what will happen when I’m old? Will I be driven out onto the street to sleep? Oh Lord, my heartless son gets a wife and forgets his mother, my life is so bitter!"

You couldn’t be bothered with this Crazy Woman!

You sat down next to your mother and Zhao’er, and then you gently pulled Zhao’er’s soft hands, looking at her with concern, "Zhao’er, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Zhao’er shook her head slightly. Although she was speaking much more articulately, there was still a vacant expression on her stunning face, which could make any TV star feel ashamed. However, when she locked eyes with you, you could see a trace of warmth in her eyes.

"Are you still hungry? I bought a lot of delicious food."

"Mmm, I am hungry, I didn’t eat enough earlier." Zhao’er nodded.

"Alright, I’ll go cook something for you right now."

With that, you quickly picked up a large bag and headed for the kitchen.

"Hey, you brat, where’s the braised beef?"

Your shameless old mom had already grabbed a chicken wing in one hand and was gnawing on a pig’s trotter in the other, eating with great relish.

"The braised beef was sold out. They won’t have more until tonight."

"No need to cook my lunch then. I have to pick up Little Yan later, there’s a parent-teacher meeting I need to attend in the afternoon."

"Isn’t Little Yan just starting school? They’re having a parent-teacher meeting already?" You peeked your head out from the kitchen.

Your mother shrugged her shoulders and sighed, "See how hard it is to be a mother now?"

You immediately rolled your eyes, "Tch! From the first grade of primary school to the third year of high school, over the past twelve years, how many parent-teacher meetings have you attended?"

Your mother paused, counting on her fingers: "One, two..."

"Not even once!" Another rolling eye was sent your way, "Every time it was Xiao Feng’s mother who cooked for me, making everyone think he and I are blood brothers!"

"Oh dear, you’re a boy, you have to learn to take responsibility from a young age. That way, when you grow up, you can be independent. Look at yourself now, aren’t you doing quite well? Not to mention the bevy of beauties around you, you’ve even become the president of the Supernatural Detective Society. If you hadn’t learned to stand on your own two feet since childhood, you wouldn’t have come this far today."

"Yes, yes, you’re absolutely right."

She sighed softly, shaking her head and then turned back into the kitchen.

Soon after, your mother clapped her hands and stood up, saying, "Alright, it’s about time, I have to go to Little Yan’s school."

At that moment, your voice came out from the kitchen again, "Observe her surroundings carefully, see if Little Yan has made any friends, or if anyone is bullying her."

At the mention of her daughter being bullied, your mother’s brows furrowed instantly, her eyes widening as she declared, "Who the hell has a death wish, daring to bully Xiao Ying’s daughter!"

"Transfer students tend to be easily bullied; moreover, Little Yan hasn’t attended elementary school and has no previous experience interacting with others. If she behaves even a bit oddly, she’ll draw attention from others."

Your mother nodded, "Mmm, that’s true, alright, I’ve got it."

With those words, your mother got up, grabbed her purse from the room, and quickly left the house.

Over half an hour later, you set six delicious dishes on the dining table.

By then, Zhao’er had already automatically taken her usual seat, staring blankly at you as you cleaned the pot.

After you had washed the pot clean and noticed Zhao’er still sitting without touching her chopsticks, you couldn’t help but laugh and say, "Silly girl, why aren’t you eating?"

"Waiting for you." Zhao’er’s voice was very faint, faint as though she was stating something utterly commonplace.

Yet, for some reason, such a simple sentence pierced through your heart, making your nose feel sour.

"Alright, alright... I’ll be right there."

After frying the dishes, pots certainly need to be washed while still hot; once cold, they become troublesome to clean—a fact known only to those who have spent years in the kitchen. You’ve been accustomed to cooking since childhood, and these tasks have become second nature.

After swiftly tidying up the stove, you removed the apron tied around your waist and sat next to Zhao’er with a warm smile.

The meal was, of course, exceptionally heartwarming.

Your cooking skills are actually quite ordinary, simply letting the natural flavor of the vegetables shine without adding any special delicious seasonings. For you believe that each type of vegetable has its own unique taste, so when cooking, you dislike adding strong-flavored condiments that would cover the food’s natural flavors.

Seeing Zhao’er eating with relish, your heart felt as if it were filled with honey, very sweet, very sweet.

Although Zhao’er’s changes were small, they represented a big step forward for you; any change in Zhao’er was a positive one.

After the meal, Zhao’er suddenly said to you, "Yun, I’m dirty, I need to take a bath."

"Huh?"

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