Chapter 597: Chapter 597: Playing House
Momo glared at Junjun with a face full of disdain.
Junjun, without even looking, said, “Don’t glare at me with that wary look. Afraid I’ll run off with your sister?”
Momo: “What’s to be afraid of? My sister is just a little haughty. Actually, in her heart, I’m still her favorite brother!”
Junjun sighed: “Momo, don’t say such things. What if you end up getting humiliated?”
After a pause, he gently looked at Yinyin, lowered his head, and gently rubbed Yinyin’s forehead: “Yinyin, between him and me, who’s your favorite?”
Yinyin looked up, glanced at Momo, then at Junjun, and found herself in a dilemma!
Momo was getting a bit nervous: “Yinyin, tell him, which brother do you like the most?”
Yinyin’s small hands tightly hugged Junjun’s shoulders, looking at Momo without speaking or answering.
Junjun laughed: “See, such a simple question, she didn’t choose you without hesitation, you’re such a failure as a brother.”
Momo said: “She’s just being polite, after all, you’re a guest.”
Junjun said: “Oh? Is that so.”
Momo looked at Yinyin: “Yinyin, do you love brother?”
Yinyin said: “Love!”
Momo smiled with relief and asked again: “On a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you love brother?”
Yinyin said in her childlike voice: “10!”
Momo proudly raised his eyebrows at Junjun!
Yinyin’s answer solidified his status as the “best brother”!
Junjun slyly curled his lips, looked down at Yinyin, and asked with a smile: “Yinyin, do you like me?”
Yinyin almost without hesitation said: “Like!”
Junjun: “Then from 1 to 10, how much do you like me?”
Yinyin sweetly said: “100!”
Junjun raised his head with satisfaction, giving Momo a meaningful look.
Momo: “…”
Han poked his head halfway out of the room: “Momo, what are you doing, has Junjun arrived?”
Momo replied grumpily: “He’s here.”
Han said: “Then come play! I’ve already set up the room!”
Junjun asked curiously: “Set up what?”
Yinyin said: “My house!”
Junjun said “oh” and, holding Yinyin, walked towards the room: “Then let’s check out Yinyin’s ‘new house’ together.”
Not long ago, Lin Qi suddenly had a whimsical idea and ordered a batch of playing house toys online.
As a little girl, she was irresistibly drawn to these toys, but back then, she didn’t dare ask her father for anything.
Now, she’s grown up, become a mom, and wants to make up for the childhood regrets through Yinyin.
Nowadays, these playing house toys are especially exquisite, very girly.
As expected, after buying them, Yinyin was completely obsessed.
So, Lin Qi cleared out a vacant room and set up a little house just for Yinyin.
Junjun pushed open the door.
The room was neatly arranged.
All the original furniture in this house had been removed, leaving the room empty with a carpet laid down.
Han was assembling a new TV set.
Lin Qi kept purchasing items for the house. At first, it was just a kitchen set: a little stove, a little refrigerator, cooking utensils, pots, realistic fruits and vegetables, and pots and pans.
Later, she also bought miniature furniture: a sofa, a small bed, a small desk…
Every day, Yinyin was fascinated by these cute little items, constantly fiddling with them.
Kids of this age are just starting to imitate things.
Since Lin Qi often cooks and bakes, she also bought Yinyin a miniature toy oven, and Yinyin learned by imitation, busy in her “little kitchen” mimicking Lin Qi’s cooking.
Momo asked: “Junjun, have you ever played the game of playing house?”
Junjun: “No, but I’ve seen others play.”
At the orphanage, many young girls also liked to play house.
But the orphanage didn’t have such good conditions.
Momo said: “Well then, you act as the dad.”
Junjun’s mouth twitched: “Then who plays the mom?”
Yinyin immediately raised her hand: “I’ll play the mom.”
Originally, Momo wanted to play the dad and let Yinyin play his daughter.
But Yinyin insisted on playing mom.
So there was a vacancy for the dad role.
Thus, Momo thought of Junjun.
Junjun thought for a moment, turned around, and pointed at Zhouzhou sitting nearby: “What about him?”
Zhouzhou was sitting on the carpet, sucking on a pacifier, his little face a bit haughty, as if uninterested in anything.
Yinyin said earnestly: “He plays our baby.”
Junjun couldn’t help but laugh: “Hahaha.”
He suddenly thought this playing house game was becoming interesting!
Junjun looked at Han: “Then what are you playing?”
Han said: “I play a doctor.”
He walked over to a small table.
On it were a stethoscope and various toy medical instruments: “Here’s my clinic.”
Junjun looked at Momo: “What about you?”
Momo said: “I’ll play your dad.”
Junjun showed a skeptical look.
Momo, as if performing a trick, pulled a fake mustache from his pocket, stuck it over his mouth, clenched his fist, and cleared his throat pretentiously: “I’m your dad, a 55-year-old retired worker, widowed in middle age, who raised two sons on his own. You’re my eldest son, and Yinyin is my daughter-in-law.”
Junjun: “Then what about your younger son?”
Han raised his hand: “That’s me.”
Junjun: “…”
What a mess!
Momo said: “My younger son graduated from college, opened a small clinic, and is still single, currently in blind dates.”
Junjun: “He opened a clinic, then what do I do?”
Momo handed him a briefcase and tie from the side: “You’re a 996 corporate slave, working from 9 AM to 9 PM with a salary of 3,800 not enough to cover expenses, a hard-working man supporting the family.”
Junjun couldn’t help but complain: “Why am I the corporate slave?”
Momo sat on a small stool, fully getting into character: “You graduated from college, failed in starting a business, and finally decided to work steadily for a company. You just got married this year, and your goal is to earn money to support the family.”
Junjun couldn’t help but laugh: “Then where do I go to earn my salary?”
Momo said: “Turn left out the door, go to the very end facing south, the second room.”
Junjun, somewhat doubtful, walked out of the room and followed Momo’s directions to the south bedroom, opening the door to find it was Han’s and Momo’s bedroom.
He walked to the desk and unexpectedly saw Han’s opened summer homework, all untouched with not a word written.
Beside the homework book was a handwritten game rule by Han: Work content, do homework, completing one page of homework equals one day’s work time, with a daily wage calculated at 200 yuan a day.
After reading the rule content, Junjun’s facial muscles twitched violently.