In the private room, Zhao Louqin was enthusiastically sharing strategy guides and other things with his friends, basically bombarding their senses.

When Zheng Yixu pushed the door open and entered, Zhao Louqin immediately fell silent. The friends present couldn’t help but give Zheng Yixu a thumbs up. It was great; even with amnesia, Zheng Yixu was still the only one who could keep Zhao Louqin in check.“Dad, you were in the bathroom for quite a while,” Zhao Jiusi said worriedly, serving a bowl of soup to Zheng Yixu.

“Dad, you need to take good care of yourself.”

“Good boy, I’m fine.” What a considerate young man.

Most fifteen-year-olds are in their rebellious phase, and how many would serve soup? If the divorce goes through, I’ll definitely make sure to get custody of Zhao Jiusi.

“That’s good,” Zhao Jiusi sighed in relief. “Dad, you always used to say things like ‘overuse’ and ‘you’ll get hemorrhoids.’ I thought you really had them.”

“Poof!” Zheng Yixu spit out the soup in one go.

Can he take back his previous compliment?

“Dad, what’s wrong?” Zhao Jiusi quickly handed a tissue to Zheng Yixu, and Zhao Louqin and the others also turned their attention towards him.

“Cough, cough, it’s nothing, really,” Zheng Yixu’s face turned red. He couldn’t possibly say he was teased by Zhao Jiusi’s words. But seeing Zhao Jiusi’s innocent and pure look, he knew the boy definitely didn’t understand what he meant.

It must have been the original body and Zhao Louqin who were too uninhibited, corrupting such an innocent child!

Corrupted by various anime and manga content, Zheng Yixu managed to imagine all sorts of R18 scenarios from Zhao Jiusi’s innocent words. Ahem, those “18 moves” or whatever they were called had been vividly illustrated step by step to him.

The past was too embarrassing to dwell on!

“Little sunshine, what dishes did you order?” Zhao Louqin asked in a pleasing tone, while also picking up some eggplant for Zheng Yixu.

“I don’t like eggplant!” Zheng Yixu lied without batting an eye, even though he actually loved eggplant.

“Don’t be picky!” Zhao Louqin raised an eyebrow and forcefully placed the eggplant into Zheng Yixu’s bowl.

Since it’s like this, he might as well force himself to eat a little.

Zheng Yixu thought to himself.

“The dishes I wanted to order are not available here. Never mind.” Zheng Yixu took a bite of the eggplant and casually said.

“You’re much easier to feed now,” Zhang Jianxin sighed. “Before, Brother Yixu, you were so picky. Didn’t like a lot of things… Ah, why did you bump into me?”

Zhang Jianxin looked at Zhang Jianli in confusion.

“Haha, let’s eat, let’s eat,” Zhang Jianli glared fiercely at his disappointing younger brother, regretting saying anything at all. Why was the old Zheng Yixu so picky about food? Wasn’t the reason obvious?

“It’s a good thing you’re less picky now than before,” Zhao Louqin remarked seriously for once. “It’d be even better if Little Sunshine could become chubby and healthy.

”No way, if I get as fat as you, and without your skinny, I might as well go and die.

Zheng Yixu silently cursed in his heart.

Well, let’s just make the best of this meal and try to enjoy it.

The next day, Zhao Louqin had to catch a flight for a business trip, so he went to bed early, sparing Zheng Yixu from his incessant chatter about the love-hate relationship between him and the original owner. Zheng Yixu was quite relieved. He didn’t really like how Zhao Louqin would ramble on every night without saying anything useful, often spouting nonsense anecdotes.

“Little Sunshine, I’ve given you the phone numbers of several people. When Jiusi goes to school, if you want to go out, just call them. Make sure your phone is always charged, don’t follow strangers, and don’t eat too many snacks every day. Also, your sleeping habits…” Zhao Louqin seemed possessed by a nagging old lady, getting up at five in the morning to start lecturing Zheng Yixu. From daily necessities to lifestyle habits, he even started dictating which color underwear to wear on which day of the week!

Can we not have a decent conversation?Zhao Louqin’s nagging had completely worn down Zheng Yixu’s initial sense of gratitude. And annoyingly, after all that,

Zhao Louqin didn’t even repeat himself!

Zhao Louqin, you damn well should switch careers and become a novelist specializing in filler!

Zheng Yixu glanced at the ceiling, finally unable to bear it anymore. He pulled away from Zhao Louqin’s grip and shouted firmly, “I’m not an idiot!

“Zhao Louqin looked distressed at his angry partner, thinking, You’re in a situation now that’s even more dangerous than being an idiot!

“You should go to the airport now. Really,” Zheng Yixu wiped his face, tears welling up as he looked at Zhao Louqin. “I promise to call you three times a day and follow your instructions, okay?”

“Okay then,” Zhao Louqin nodded with a smile. His refined features, now showing a hint of charm when he smiled, momentarily distracted Zheng Yixu.

This indulgence feeling!

It’s enough to give someone goosebumps!

Finally sending off the truly venerable Zhao Louqin, Zheng Yixu exclaimed happily, plopping onto the sofa, slippers flying off, revealing his belly as he lazily lay there, refusing to move.

“Morning, Dad,” Zhao Jiusi yawned as he came downstairs. He paused, seeing Zheng Yixu looking so relaxed, then smiled. It was always like this before—whenever Dad left, he’d happily mess up the house and then painstakingly clean it up again.

“Oh, morning. I’ll take over cooking from now on,” Zhao Louqin said. Now that Zhao Louqin was gone, Zheng Yixu was determined to win over the young man’s favor to secure custody of Zhao Jiusi in the future. And to find Zhao Louqin’s problems, he’d definitely start with Zhao Jiusi.

As a single guy without a house or a car, if he wanted to win over a girl, he’d have to master some excellent cooking skills. Zheng Yixu acknowledged he was a bit of a homebody, but he considered himself a great man who could handle both social occasions and the kitchen!

His breakfast-making skills were maxed out long ago.

“Sure, Dad,” Zhao Jiusi smiled. “Dad, you probably haven’t eaten yet. Shall we have breakfast together?”

“Yeah, sure,” Zheng Yixu got up from the sofa, sat at the dining table, and waved to Zhao Jiusi.

Breakfast at home was usually prepared by Zhao Louqin. They had a soy milk maker and several bags of powdered milk handy. Zhao Louqin’s tasks were simple, just frying an egg and making noodles, nothing too complicated.

After breakfast and seeing off Zhao Jiusi, Zheng Yixu pondered what he could do to keep himself occupied. In his previous life, Zheng Yixu had studied a versatile administrative major, where he could handle various tasks without a specific professional focus. However, his university wasn’t prestigious, and resources were limited. Zheng Yixu managed decently, securing a job as a civil servant.

But now, pursuing a career as a civil servant didn’t seem very realistic.