Age: My Small World

"Xiaoshan, why are you so late?"

When I got home, my mother had almost finished cooking.

Yang Jun casually handed the fresh meat he had brought home to Xiaoyuer.

"Work matters are a little late."

"Little Fish, stir-fry some pork too, it'll be perfect with rice later."

Cheng Xiaoyu nodded quickly: "Brother Xiaoshan, then you go inside and sit for a while. Dinner will be ready soon."

He then took the meat and put it in the fire to roast the skin.

Pork with skin needs to be singed to remove the hair, otherwise it will taste fishy. Often, the fishy smell of pork comes from pig hair, so most people have developed the habit of removing the skin before stir-frying the meat.

Cheng Xiaoyu wouldn't waste the pig skin; she would remove it and usually stir-fry it with the skin on, which gave it a unique flavor.

Of course, the best way to make stir-fried pork is with only lean meat, so she cut the meat in half: the lean part was used for stir-frying, and the fatty part with skin was used for twice-cooked pork.

By the time the two dishes were cooked, it was already quite dark.

It was already around seven o'clock, and everyone had almost finished eating before it was their turn.

The aroma of meat wafted through the air, drawing in those who had just finished their meal.

The taste of corn porridge in my mouth couldn't overpower the aroma of meat at all.

Inside, the dishes on the table were reheated; there was only a scrambled egg and a stir-fried cucumber, which was supposed to be dinner for two.

When Yang Jun arrived, the meal became five dishes. Cheng Xiaoyu also fried a peanut for him, sprinkled with a little white sugar. After cooling down, the peanut was sweet, crispy, and fragrant—a perfect accompaniment to alcohol.

However, he didn't intend to drink alcohol; he simply prepared a cup of honey water for everyone.

Yang Jun first picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth, and only then did his mother and Xiaoyuer pick up their chopsticks.

Li Xiaohua has this habit of always insisting that Yang Jun pick up his chopsticks before she eats when he's home.

The two of them were also focusing on eating cucumbers, barely touching eggs.

Yang Jun, on the other hand, picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and put it in his bowl.

Before his mother could say anything more, he spoke first: "Mom, I might have to change jobs."

Li Xiaohua was taken aback: "Why the sudden change of workplace?"

"Yeah, Xiaoshan, don't you like your current job?"

Cheng Xiaoyu stopped shoveling rice into her mouth and stared intently at Yang Jun with her big eyes.

Yang Jun smiled gently at her before saying, "It's not a matter of whether I like it or not, it's about the work arrangements my superiors have made for me. I should be going to work at the museum in a few days."

Yes, he ultimately did not choose the location of the farm, mainly because the farm was located north of the capital, too far from his home.

If he chose the museum, it would be close to home. He was mainly too lazy to move, otherwise, it wouldn't be impossible for his company to rearrange his housing.

Despite Zhu Yong's constant complaints about being poor and having no more company-provided housing, the truth is that every company has its share of housing, and he wouldn't ask for housing from other companies.

"Should we move?"

The old woman said with some concern.

It wasn't that she was reluctant to leave her new home, but mainly it was close to the courtyard on Tangli Street, allowing her to be closer to Aunt Xie. If she moved further away, it would be difficult to visit each other.

Moreover, Xiaoyuer's workplace isn't far from here, otherwise her work would also be affected.

"Don't worry, Mom, we don't need to move. My commute to work is about the same as Xiaoyu's."

My mother finally relaxed: "That's fine then."

"Brother Xiaoshan, could you take me to a museum sometime? I've wanted to visit a museum for a long time." The little girl next to me said with shining eyes.

Yang Jun felt a little apologetic; he hadn't even known that Xiaoyuer wanted to go to the museum.

He reached out and patted her head: "Don't worry, you won't have to pay for admission next time you go."

Little Fish shook his head: "That won't do, we can't abuse our power for personal gain."

"Hehe, you little girl, you even know how to abuse your power for personal gain."

Seeing how well the two got along, Li Xiaohua was quite pleased.

Then she couldn't help but think of Gu Nanke. That woman had already given birth to a daughter for her son. Shouldn't she hurry up and get Xiaoyuer pregnant again? Otherwise, what would happen if she got pregnant again?
My mother really cares about her real daughter-in-law. After all, she watched Xiaoyuer grow up since she was a child, knows her personality, and their relationship is extremely harmonious.

"We still need to find some time to talk to Xiaoyuer about it."

night.

Lying in the same bed, the little girl kept kicking his feet with her toes.

"Brother Xiaoshan, I wish I were a little taller. Right now, I only reach your chin."

She still acts like a child, enjoying making a fuss around Yang Jun, and Yang Jun is happy that she can maintain her current state.

He gently pinched her cheek and said, looking down, "If you were as tall as me, I might be scared. A girl who is 185 centimeters tall would be incredibly strong. If she hit me, I might not even be able to fight back."

Cheng Xiaoyu immediately blushed and said:

"I would never have the heart to hit you, Brother Xiaoshan is the best."

After a while, she said again:
"Brother Xiaoshan, let's have a baby."

“My mother often stares blankly at the baby’s clothes lately, and I know she must want to have a grandson, and I also want to have one.”

Seeing the little girl's expectant look, Yang Jun shook his head and smiled.

"Alright, alright, let's have one then."

He didn't care, but in the blink of an eye, the two had been married for a year or two. If she didn't show any signs of getting pregnant, his mother might start to doubt whether Xiaoyuer was capable of having children. After all, Gu Nanke was a perfect example, so Yang Jun was naturally fine.

Before, we could use her being in school as an excuse, but that won't work now.

It wasn't until the third day that Yang Jun went to Zhu Yong to confirm the trip to the museum.

Old Zhu looked at him with a smile: "I knew you would choose this one."

"Let me tell you, I went to great lengths to get this position for you."

"Director, are you trying to curry favor with me?"

"Pah, what are you saying, kid? I'm just stating the facts, okay?"

"Alright, take the letter of introduction and get out of here."

After hearing what he said, Old Zhu didn't bother to say anything more.

So he asked Yang Jun to take the letter of introduction to the museum.

As for the planning department, Qi Changyu will handle the follow-up for him.

However, it's unclear whether Yu Yang and the others still think about him as the temporary group leader.

In the afternoon, Yang Jun successfully entered the museum and became a professional expert, specializing in classical literature.

At first, the curator was quite skeptical of him, as Yang Jun looked very young.

Yang Jun was only considered to have passed after undergoing a series of tests, and even Shen Tang had to call him personally before the curator finally gave up. This shows that getting into the museum isn't something you can just do with connections. (End of Chapter)