They don't have much luggage. Han Li's home is in Senzhou and he hasn't lived in this house in Beijing for a long time. Zhao Tingxing even more so. He has a branch office in Senzhou and a permanent hotel. He has everything and doesn't need to bring any luggage.
Mainly because of Han Zhaoyi.
Han Zhaoyi was very excited before, but when he was about to leave, he felt a little sad: "Aren't we going to come back in the future? What do I want to do with grandma and grandpa?"
Han Li: "Of course I will come back. As long as they are on vacation, you can come back to see them anytime you want."
Han Zhaoyi became happy again. In fact, as long as he could be with his parents, he would be happy no matter where he was.
When they arrived at Senzhou, they stayed in Han Li's house. Zhao Tingxing no longer had the same machismo in front of her, and he didn't feel there was anything wrong with living in her house.
And he said shamelessly: "Fortunately, I forbade you from selling the house."
It was completely different from before when she could kill him with just a little money.
Han Li was cleaning up Han Zhaoyi's room. When she heard what he said, she smiled and said nothing. It was indeed beyond her expectation that Zhao Tingxing, a man so macho and so self-respecting, was willing to live in her house.
"It turns out that being a soft-boiled guy feels pretty good. If I had known this, I wouldn't have been able to work hard in the past few years."
Han Zhaoyi asked seriously from the side: "Dad, what is a soft rice man?"
Zhao Tingxing: "As long as my mother takes care of me, my father doesn't have to do anything."
Han Zhaoyi: "Then I also want to be a soft-boiled boy."
Han Li shouted to the father and son outside: "Shut up and go cook."
Zhao Tingxing's cooking skills have greatly improved now. He is full of confidence and enjoys it. As soon as Han Li said that, he immediately took Han Zhaoyi to the kitchen. There were dishes in the refrigerator that Han Li asked the property manager to buy and deliver yesterday. He had thought everything out in advance and was very careful.
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Han Zhao was confused: "But does a soft-hearted man still want to cook?"
Zhao Tingxing: "Cooking is the foundation, and only then can you be competitive and become a soft rice man."
Han Zhaoyi felt it was a bit complicated, forget it, he just wanted his mother to support him anyway.
After Han Li finished cleaning up, Zhao Tingxing also led Han Zhaoyi to prepare three dishes and one soup. It was very good, with all kinds of colors, flavors and flavors.
It is rare for a family of three to sit at home and have a meal, which is ordinary and comfortable.
Halfway through, Zhao Tingxing put down his chopsticks, poured a small glass of red wine for Han Li and himself, and said, "Li Li, I wish our family of three will continue to be happy like this."
Han Li hummed, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. The red wine was not irritating and left a fragrance between his lips and teeth, but his throat felt a bit astringent and tight.
After lowering his head for a moment, he said leisurely: "I have seen this scene countless times in my dreams."
No matter what happened in the past, or what changes there will be in the future, she has gone through twists and turns to get to where she is today, with a strong heart, abundant material resources, cute children, and a wonderful partner. She sincerely feels, "Thank you, I am very happy at this moment."
Zhao Tingxing moved his chair, stood up, walked to her side and hugged her: "What a coincidence, I feel the same way as you."