Girl, there's something wrong with you

"Your mother is drinking again today." Lu Ling said.

"Auntie, please take care of me." Cheng Zhongyuan nodded.

He put the supermarket shopping bags on the ground, pushed open the bedroom door, and saw his mother lying on the bed, fast asleep, with her blond hair messily spread out, and wine cans rolling down everywhere on the floor.

Cheng Zhongyuan patiently picked up the wine cans on the ground, conjured up a mop, and carefully mopped the floor clean, then opened the window for ventilation, and then covered his mother with a quilt.

Finally he closed the door.

In the living room, Aunt Luling was watching TV with her sister, chirping and cracking melon seeds.

Both her aunt and mother have blond hair, but Cheng Zhongyuan himself and his sister Cheng Ling have dull black hair, which they inherited from their father.

And their father has not been back for a long time due to a business trip abroad recently.

From the moment he can remember, his father rarely visits his mother and aunt, and basically maintains it only once or twice a month.

Probably to make up for it, the gifts he brought home every time were very expensive. Some of them were said to be tributes from the imperial court, so it was difficult for non-gentlemen to get their hands on them.

Cheng Zhongyuan guessed that his mother and aunt were probably not his father's real wives, but were kept in a side room by his father.

If the father has a legal wife, then naturally he cannot come back frequently, otherwise the legal wife will be jealous.

Sister Cheng Ling swore that she saw her father and his wife standing together downstairs when she was a child. It is said that the wife was eight feet tall, with an eight-foot waist, green face and fangs, and was very strong. Her father stood next to her like a little chicken. Like a kid, he can only force a smile and pretend to be kind.

Cheng Zhongyuan guessed that his sister was talking nonsense, so he did not expose her.

He knew that his sister had some resentment towards his father, and these resentments came from his aunt's usual complaints, but Cheng Zhongyuan himself did not resent his father.

I remember one New Year's Eve, my father returned home in the early morning of New Year's Day. The family reunited for two hours and then left in time for the three o'clock flight.

Before leaving, he stuffed a bank card into Cheng Zhongyuan and said seriously:

"Zhongyuan, my father can't stay with you for the time being. During the next period of time, you have to take good care of your mother, sister and your aunt. This is the task that your father has given you. Can you do it?"

"I will take good care of them." Cheng Zhongyuan also said seriously, "Father, I promise you in the name of a man."

"Okay." The father smiled happily.

The next day, Cheng Zhongyuan used his bank card to withdraw money, and was dazzled by the long series of numbers inside.

In any case, from that day on, the money originally given by his father to his mother was officially transferred to Cheng Zhongyuan for handling.

After giving the money to her mother, she would only buy wine. My aunt even had several quarrels with her over this.

Now it is in the custody of Cheng Zhongyuan, and everyone except mother is very satisfied.

Cheng Zhongyuan returned to the kitchen and started preparing today's dinner.

He took out the ingredients from the plastic bag, skillfully used a knife to quickly slice and clean them, and then put them on the pot.

As for where this sword came from, he actually couldn't tell.

Both his mother and he have the ability to "make something out of nothing" and can conjure various substances out of thin air.

Kitchen knives, iron pots, mops, rags... everything that is used at home, as long as he knows its material and structure, he can "create" it with his consciousness.

And the mother is even more powerful in this regard, and can even create delicious food and drinks that will not cause any problems even if she eats them - this also led to the fact that even though Cheng Zhongyuan had the financial power of the family, his plan to make his mother quit drinking failed. Repeatedly failed.

Soon, as the chicken pieces in the pot began to lose their juice, the aroma began to overflow.

"What are you burning?" A lazy voice sounded from behind. Cheng Zhongyuan was about to speak when Nan Kang hugged him from behind.

"Mom."

"What's wrong?"

"You are very heavy." Cheng Zhongyuan said helplessly.

"Oh." Nan Kang released his son and took out a pair of chopsticks from the void.

"Mom can't eat secretly." Cheng Zhongyuan tried to stop him, but his mother took advantage of her height and reached out from above him, picked up the chicken nuggets and put them in her mouth.

"Is there less soy sauce?" she said while chewing.

"The meat has not been marinated, so it has to be cooked for a longer period of time to get the flavor." Cheng Zhongyuan said helplessly, "Of course it doesn't taste good now."

"What's not delicious?" Cheng Ling came out from the side, "Let me try it?"

"It's not ready yet." Cheng Zhongyuan sighed, "Don't finish the food before it's ready..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of opening the door sounded outside.

Wait, my aunt is also at home, so who is coming in from outside?

"Father!" Cheng Ling rushed out of the kitchen first, cheering and threw herself into his father's arms.

Cheng Jinyang picked up his daughter, smiled and sniffed:

"Are you making dinner?"

"Yes." Nan Kang opened the refrigerator door and said, "You're here just in time. Come drink with me."

"You still know you're coming back?" Lu Ling stood beside him, akimbo, as if he didn't want to let him go. "Did you know that in the past two months when you were away, my sister has been drinking to drown her sorrows?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Nan Kang interrupted his sister's nagging, "This month it's because a new brand of beer is on the market, so I drank a little more."

"Please check your wife's bill records, thank you." Lu Ling said unceremoniously.

"Stop talking, it's my fault I haven't been back for so long." Cheng Jinyang moved the table and pulled out the chairs with everyone, "We'll spend the night at home tonight!"

"Okay, okay!" Cheng Ling took the lead and cheered, and the two sisters from Luling, Nankang also smiled.

Cheng Zhongyuan put the dishes on the table, and Nankang opened beer for everyone, including his son and daughter, each filling it up.

Luling quickly protected her daughter: "Sister, she is too young to drink so much."

"When I was her age, I was already a high roller in the drinking industry." Nan Kang curled his lips and said disdainfully.

"Do you think your lifestyle is healthy?" Lu Ling shouted, eyes wide.

Cheng Jinyang watched with interest from the side, recalling that when the princess sister first met him, she looked like a charming and powerful royal sister. Why did she become more and more like a little girl after so many years after marrying him?

No, in the past it was because I had too many responsibilities, so I had to be strong.

Now that I have been relieved of my responsibilities as the eldest princess and have someone I can rely on (yes, it’s me), I naturally choose a more comfortable lying down position.

"Why don't you let father drink it for me!" Seeing that his mother and aunt were arguing, Cheng Ling rolled his eyes and shouted suddenly.

"Yes, yes, let brother Jinyang drink." Nankang leaned on him charmingly, took a sip of the wine, and pretended to feed him.

"No, the child is still watching!" Cheng Jinyang was greatly embarrassed, but Nankang came close to him domineeringly, hooked his arms around his neck, and crossed him mouth to mouth.

"Mom, don't lose to my aunt!" Cheng Ling quickly poured wine for his mother.

"Whose side are you on?" Lu Ling pinched her face in confusion.