Today, Gu Wan’er paused for a moment, then stood back up, lifted the toilet seat, and reached in with one hand.
She couldn’t help but make a comparison—she had to admit, Yu Xiaoduo was packing some serious heat down there, like some kind of monster.
It was her first time standing up to pee, and she was still a little rusty—couldn’t quite aim straight. She quickly used her hand to steady things, and feeling that surge of warmth, even her scalp started to tingle.
Not long after, Yu Taiduo watched his “son” walk out with a slightly flushed face and felt a bit curious. Why’s he blushing? This happens every few days, and the kid has a girlfriend—surely he’s not still handling things himself?
“Morning, Dad.” Gu Wan’er greeted him with a smile.
Yu Taiduo squinted suspiciously. He almost wondered if the person standing before him was an imposter—since when did his son say “morning”?
Something was off. He must want something.
“I’m broke. Go ask your mother.”
Gu Wan’er: “…”
“Where’s Mom?”
“She came back from grocery shopping and went off gossiping with Auntie Wang next door.”
Glancing at the ingredients on the dining table, Gu Wan’er volunteered, “Dad, let me cook today.”
Yu Taiduo stared at her like she’d grown a second head. “You trying to poison us?”
Gu Wan’er was floored. Just how lazy is Yu Xiaoduo at home? She doesn’t even cook?
“Oh, Mom and Dad, you two work so hard. It’s no big deal—just one meal.” With that, she walked into the kitchen, tied on an apron, and started washing vegetables. Her practiced movements made Yu Taiduo’s heart ache. My poor son actually learned to cook for a woman. How pathetic.
Not a shred of his old man’s style. Look at how formidable your mother is—and she still obediently works the kitchen.
Soon after, Tang Ling returned. When she saw her son bustling about in the kitchen, she was stunned.
She shot a look at Yu Taiduo, who just shrugged, equally clueless.
Tang Ling walked over and peeked into the kitchen. Everything was neatly arranged—even more meticulous than her own work. This is my son? Did he get struck by lightning? Or did last night’s scolding finally knock some sense into him?
“Xiaoduo.”
“Mom, you scared me.”
“Don’t move.”
Gu Wan’er froze, standing in front of Tang Ling, who reached out and touched her son’s face—checking for a mask.
“Mom, what are you doing?” Gu Wan’er felt guilty.
“We don’t have much money, son. It’s all saved up for your future wife.”
Gu Wan’er was speechless. Yu Xiaoduo, I just cooked a meal, and your parents are reacting like this?
“Mom, I don’t need money. I just wanted to cook a meal.”
“Impossible. Are you trying to spike it with laxatives?”
Gu Wan’er: “…”
Yu Xiaoduo, I’m definitely going to have to keep an eye on you from now on.
“No, I realized I was wrong, so I wanted to make a meal to show I’m sorry.” Even Gu Wan’er couldn’t believe those words came out of her mouth. It must be because she was in Yu Xiaoduo’s body.
Tang Ling suddenly felt her son had matured. He acknowledged his mistakes, took the initiative to cook—this was great!
“Need Mom to help?” Tang Ling beamed.
“No need. You and Dad go watch TV. Food will be ready soon.”
“Alright.”
Tang Ling sat on the couch, sipping water and watching her son in the kitchen, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.
“Honey, don’t you think Xiaoduo’s acting strange?”
“Uh… maybe a little.”
Tang Ling thought for a moment—was she getting too excited too soon?
Yu Taiduo lowered his voice. “What if he’s been bottling things up so long that he’s having a mental breakdown?”
“No way.”
“Let’s just watch. All these years he’s coasted by, and then yesterday something triggered him again. His mental state might not be able to handle it.”
Tang Ling frowned. Could it really be a problem?
Soon, four dishes and a soup were on the table. Gu Wan’er’s cooking was passable—not spectacular, but decent.
Given Yu Xiaoduo’s behavior the previous day, Gu Wan’er felt especially grateful to her parents and kept piling food onto their plates, which only made them more convinced their son was unwell.
After the meal, Gu Wan’er even washed the dishes. That truly scared them—their son washing dishes? He’d never done that in his life.
“I know a psychologist. I’ll go ask around,” Yu Taiduo said gravely.
“Yeah, definitely need to ask. This is terrifying.”
Little did Gu Wan’er know, while she washed the dishes, her “parents” were already looking for a therapist for her.
After finishing up, Gu Wan’er returned to her bedroom and called Yu Xiaoduo.
Yu Xiaoduo was lying in bed, waiting for little sister Gu Yun’er to cook her a meal. Seeing Gu Wan’er’s call, she picked up.
“Hey there, Boss Yu. What’s up?”
“Ugh, I overdid it with that fight yesterday. My whole body is sore—I can barely get out of bed. When are we switching back?”
Gu Wan’er rolled her eyes. “You’re sore, so now you want to switch back? That’s not how it works.”
“At least your little sister’s been taking care of me.”
“Is it really that painful?”
“Why don’t you come try it yourself? Feels like I’m dying. This is what you get for not exercising regularly. Ye Shishi was right about that.”
Gu Wan’er: “…”
“Just rest up then. I’m in a rough spot too—your parents interrogated me when I got home last night, saying some weird stuff like, ‘Are you getting restless?’ What was that about?”
Yu Xiaoduo sighed dramatically. “Ah, back in the day, I was young and reckless, charming and dashing. Eventually, I washed my hands clean and retired from the game.”
“Oh wow, the cows are flying.”
“Hehe. So anyway, did they double-team you?”
“No way. I just admitted my mistake, and your mom told me to go to bed.”
“What! You admitted fault?” Yu Xiaoduo facepalmed.
Gu Wan’er asked curiously, “Have you never apologized before?”
“And then what did you do?” Yu Xiaoduo ignored the question and pressed on.
“I just made a meal. Your parents seemed pretty surprised.”
“No kidding—I’ve never cooked a single meal for them.”
“Yu Xiaoduo, you’re terrible. You cook so well, yet you never lifted a finger for them.” Gu Wan’er shook her head in pity. No wonder your parents reacted that way.
Yu Xiaoduo quickly warned her, “Be careful—don’t let my mom figure it out.”
“Didn’t you say before that even if we told people, no one would believe it?”
“True. Anyway, I gotta go—I need to rest. I’m in so much pain.”
“You didn’t get hurt from your period last time, but you sure got it now, huh?” Gu Wan’er said, lying in bed with a smug tone.
“Who am I hurting for? And instead of showing some concern, you’re over there gloating.” Yu Xiaoduo rubbed her thighs with a wry smile—she knew Gu Wan’er would be like this.
“Haha, sorry, Boss Yu. Won’t disturb your rest. Bye!” And with that, she hung up.
Listening to the dial tone, Yu Xiaoduo muttered to herself, With that attitude, no wonder no guy likes you. You could learn a thing or two from your sister about being caring.
Ah well, I’d better add little Yun’er on WeChat before she pouts again.
Just then, Gu Yun’er, who was stir-frying in the kitchen, saw that he’d added her. She did pout a little, then checked his Moments—there was nothing there. Just like my sister said—a steady, reliable guy who doesn’t show off.
