The bathtub was slippery, and if Zhuang Jingchun tried to hold it up with one hand, it would be really dangerous. Xu Xizhou walked over quickly, put one hand on his shoulder and the other on his arm.

"Then slow down and hold my hand up."

Zhuang Jingchun held his arm with his left hand, and with the strength of his body, slowly stood up from the bathtub.

His face was full of water vapor, his handsome and deep facial features were even more dazzling under the bright light, and those green eyes soaked in water vapor had a thrilling beauty.

Xu Xizhou met his eyes, and his heart beat a little faster for a while, and he looked away unnaturally, and when he went down, he saw his body that was not even an inch of thread.

His heart beat faster, thumping against his chest.

"Xiaozhou, please help me get a bath towel."

Xu Xizhou asked him to stand against the sink, and turned his head to give him the hanging bath towel. Seeing Zhuang Jingchun being clumsy and wiping her body with one hand, he looked anxious and couldn't help grabbing the bath towel in his hand.

"Don't move, I'll wipe it for you."

Zhuang Jingchun's Adam's apple slipped slightly and whispered, "Okay."

The body in front of him is fair and slender, seemingly thin, but not weak, with smooth and distinct texture lines.

Xu Xizhou wiped his upper body clean, and when the towel was moved to his lower abdomen, he quickly wiped it twice, and then squatted down to wipe his legs.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the exceptionally energetic Xiao Zhuang Jingchun, facing him directly.

Zhuang Jingchun clenched the edge of the sink tightly with her slender fingers, with a restrained expression on her face.

"Xiaozhou, I'll do the rest myself."

Xu Xizhou was a little embarrassed, hurriedly put the bath towel into his hand, turned around and left the bathroom.

Back in his bedroom, the heat on Xu Xizhou's cheeks has not dissipated. He went into the bathroom and wanted to wash his face, but the pictures he just saw were all in front of him.

Although he had seen it once before, this time it still brought a lot of shock to his heart.

He lowered his head, unzipped his pants, and glanced at himself.

Really, people are more mad than people.

069 Spring Festival

Xu Xizhou changed his clothes and went downstairs, the Ren family's New Year's Eve dinner was almost ready.

There was floor heating at home, so he casually wore a dark sweater, and his hair was messy without drying it, so he went into the kitchen just like that.

"Mom, auntie, what are you doing? It smells so good."

"We are cooking dumplings. You and Xiaozhuang will share a plate later. By the way, Xiaozhuang has been abroad all the year round. Is he used to eating dumplings?"

The eldest aunt on the side smiled, "their foreigners like Chinese dumplings the most. Xiaozhuang has half the blood of Chinese, so he must be used to it."

"That's right, then I'll cook a little more for Xiaozhuang."

Xu Xizhou vaguely felt that when Zhuang Jingchun came, he seemed to have a tendency to fall out of favor in this family.

But it doesn't seem like a bad feeling. After all, that guy is a sick person, so he should enjoy more blessings.

"Xiaozhou, go and call Xiaozhuang down, dinner will be served soon."

Xu Xizhou took a box of yogurt in the refrigerator, bit the straw, and hummed.

When he went upstairs, he was about to knock on Zhuang Jingchun's bedroom door when the door was opened from the inside.

The man wore a loose black sweater, dark blue jeans, light brown hair scattered on his forehead, the whole person faded from the usual high cold, with a rare softness.

Xu Xizhou saw at a glance that he bought this sweater for Zhuang Jingchun, because he was wearing the same style as Zhuang Jingchun's, and the pattern on his chest was exactly the same.

"My mother asked you to go down to eat." Xu Xizhou didn't know why he was so happy.

Zhuang Jingchun nodded slightly and followed him downstairs.

At the restaurant, Ren Huamin had already sat down on the main seat. He greeted Zhuang Jingchun with a smile, "Xiao Zhuang, don't be restrained, just treat it as if you were at your own home. You can eat whatever you want to eat by yourself. If your hands are not convenient, let Xiaozhou help you."

Ren Duo also came over at this moment, sat down next to Ren Huamin, and grinned, "Grandpa, take it easy, you don't need to say anything, Xiaozhou can't wait to feed the food directly into people's mouths."

Xu Xizhou blushed, and secretly pulled the hem of Ren Duo's clothes from behind.

"sister."

Ren Huamin laughed, stroked his gray beard, and squinted at Ren Duo.

"Xiaoduo, don't laugh at your brother. When can you bring a boyfriend home during the Chinese New Year? It's better to make the family more lively."

When it comes to this topic, Ren Duo has a headache.

"Grandpa, I want to stay with you for a few more years. If I have a boyfriend, who will make you happy in the future?"

"You, you will be glib, and you will know how to find reasons."

Ren Huamin complained in his mouth, but his heart was quite useful, and his eyes were full of laughter.

When Ren Junyun returned from the company, the Ren family's New Year's Eve dinner was officially held. There are no more or less on the table, 18 dishes, and two soups, full of color, flavor, and taste.

Almost all of Xu Xizhou's favorite dishes, and some unnamed dishes that can only be eaten at state banquets, are all made by chefs hired by Ren Huamin at high prices.

"Xiao Zhuang, how about a taste of this soup?"

As soon as the jar of simmering soup is opened, the fragrance is fragrant, which makes people move their index fingers. Shu Yue first scooped a bowl of soup for Zhuang Jingchun. Seeing Xu Xizhou looking at her eagerly, she smiled and scooped a big bowl for him.

"Thank you auntie."

Zhuang Jingchun's table manners have always been flawless, and she is also quiet when drinking soup, without making any sound.

"This should be the Buddha Jumping Over the Wall in Fujian. There are 18 main ingredients in it, and Shaoxing rice wine is added. It's delicious."

"Xiao Zhuang, I really can't see it, do you know that this soup is called Buddha Jumping Over the Wall?" Ren Junyun was a little surprised.

Zhuang Jingchun smiled slightly, "I drank it when I went to Fujian on a business trip before, but the taste was far less good than this time. It should be the relationship between the chef and the ingredients."

Ren Huamin smiled and nodded, then pointed to another dish on the table.