Master’s Wife

Author: Xiyong Guangming Mountain

Master’s Wife

As soon as school was over, Yu Luying left early.

Shen Jie's text message reply was also belated: "Oh, let's talk about it later. It may be after the exams are over and the vacation is over. You should also review as soon as possible."

Without waiting for the legendary "I'll call you after school", and without having time to worry about the mess in front of him, Xiao Yao followed Teacher Yao back home on his Qingqi.

I thought it would be in the office, Xiao Yao muttered to himself.

He sat on the back seat of Qingqi, holding Teacher Yao's waist with both hands. He inexplicably thought of how he held his father's waist like this when he was a child.

This feeling... is a bit strange and a bit nostalgic.

Teacher Yao’s home is not close to the school, and it only takes a quarter of an hour to walk there on a motorcycle.

This is a very ordinary community, with one side of the building covered by green vines.

The teacher's home is on the top floor of the sixth floor, but there is no elevator. However, there is a flush toilet and a white bathtub, which Xiao Yao considers to be the enjoyment of the upper class.

The decoration of the home is a bit old and simple, but it is kept spotless, and the windows are bright and clean. There is an inexplicable smell in the air, but it is not unpleasant.

"Hey, Xiao Yao, you wear these slippers." Teacher Yao's wife greeted him warmly.

This woman has short, smart hair, a graceful smile, is very tall, wears a plain dress, and wears barefoot plastic slippers.

"Thank you, Master." Xiao Yao nodded solemnly.

"Qianshui, what did you cook today? It smells so good." Teacher Yao put down his bag and trotted to the kitchen to take a look.

There is a wedding photo of the two hanging in the living room. From the photo, Teacher Yao is actually younger.

Perhaps the years have left all the tenderness to my wife, without leaving too many marks on her face. Even the round apples of her skin are the same as in the photo.

Fair skin, beautiful double eyelids, and big, full eyes all told Xiao Yao that when Qian Shui was fifteen or sixteen years old, even beauties like Shen Jie and Yu Luying were probably equally matched. .

For a moment, Xiao Yao felt a twinge of jealousy towards Teacher Yao.

"Master's wife is really beautiful." He praised sincerely.

"This kid has such a sweet mouth." Qian Shui said with a smile.

Dinner consisted of four dishes and one soup, and a bagged braised chicken was added just to entertain Xiao Yao.

"Master's craftsmanship is so good."

This is also true. Yu Luying is soft-spoken, but Qian Shui's cooking is the traditional rich oily red sauce of the people in Modu. Therefore, in Xiao Yao's eyes, her craftsmanship is infinitely better than Yu Luying's.

"If you like to eat, eat more." Qian Shui smiled and gave Xiao Yao a chopstick dish.

"I know how to do it myself." Teacher Yao rolled his eyes.

"Teacher Yao, do you have any children yet?" Xiao Yao asked curiously.

"I eat your food and talk so much?" Teacher Yao frowned deliberately: "It's enough for me to take care of you naughty children every day. How can I have the energy to raise another one?"

"Don't put the blame on the students for your own problems." Qian Shui said with a smile.

"You can't talk nonsense. What problem could I have?" Teacher Yao straightened his back and said, "You're just joking with him."

"By the way, Teacher Yao," Xiao Yao suddenly remembered something: "Thank you for the shirt... How much does it cost? I will return it to you tomorrow."

Teacher Yao didn't want to, but his expression changed: "Clothes? What clothes?"

Xiao Yao was stunned for a moment, noticed the flash of change on Qian Shui's face, and then reacted.

"Oh," Teacher Yao slapped his forehead: "The ones you are talking about are the new uniforms issued by the school. Are you stupid?"

"Ah, yes, yes, it's a school uniform, it's a school uniform."

"Okay," Qian Shui said with a smile: "You two, stop singing along. This shirt is not a school uniform. The tags haven't been torn off yet."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to help Xiao Yao pull off half of the plastic thread hanging on his collar: "Lao Yao also told me about your family's situation. You don't have to pay this money. If you can upgrade smoothly, it will be a reward for you."

It’s Teacher Yao.”

"Madam is right."

"Teacher Yao, Mrs. Yao..." Xiao Yao was about to continue declining when his cell phone rang.

He hurriedly took it out and looked at it. When he saw that it was a text message notification from China Telecom, he showed disappointment again.

Did you promise to call me after school?

"It turns out that you also secretly brought your mobile phone to school." Teacher Yao said meaningfully.

"No, no," Xiao Yao said quickly: "I always put it in my schoolbag and never take it out at school. The main reason is that my grandma is afraid that she can't contact me."

Grandma, I'm sorry, just take the blame again.

"Why are you panicking? I won't confiscate it from you," Teacher Yao said with a smile: "Be careful when you are at school. Don't let the principal and grade director see it."

Xiao Yao agreed while typing a text message: "Is school over?"

After thinking about it, I deleted it and didn’t post it.

I want to see if I don't look for you, when will you look for me?

"Will she send you messages again?" Teacher Yao spoke again.

"She? Who?" Xiao Yao was stunned for a moment and then reacted: "No, no, I'm not waiting for news about her."

"Oh?" Teacher Yao raised his eyebrows and did not continue to ask: "When you eat, just eat well."

After the meal, Xiao Yao rushed to help clear the table and dishes. Although Qian Shui kept saying, "Leave it to me and study quickly," Xiao Yao still walked towards the kitchen with a pile of dishes.

at this time.

Without any warning, he got a slap on the face.

This slap was not very heavy, but it was not light either. It knocked him unconscious all of a sudden.

Before the reflex arc was transmitted, severe pain came from Xiao Yao's arm.

That kind of severe pain... It was like when my father used a slipper to hit me with a slipper when I was a child.

"Ouch!" With the sound of dishes shattering on the floor, Xiao Yao held his arms and jumped on one foot.

"Why are you so careless, kid?" Qian Shui ran over: "You didn't hurt your hand, did you?"

"What's wrong? What's going on?" Teacher Yao ran out of the study with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Oh no, Teacher Yao," Xiao Yao was still grinning: "Something happened to Yu Luying!"
Chapter completed!