Chapter 32 Our Qingwu

Xu Qingwu asked Zhou Zhou: "What are we having for dinner?"

"Hot pot." Zhou Zhou answered without hesitation. He was really tired of eating white people's food. Now that he had finally returned to China, he had to have something with a strong flavor.

"OK."

Xu Qingwu sent Cen Xihuai the location of the hot pot restaurant that she and Zhou Zhou used to go to.

While waiting for the red light, Cen Xihuai replied with a "OK". After receiving the reply, Xu Qingwu put away her phone.

"Chatting with your husband?"

"Give him a location, in case he can't find the place."

"I was so busy with surgery abroad that I didn't even have time to ask you why you suddenly couldn't figure out getting married?"

Xu Qingwu said frankly: "It's just a marriage."

Zhou Zhou is not from the same circle. He and Xu Qingwu have known each other since elementary school and he knows Xu Qingwu's background, so when Xu Qingwu said this reason for marriage, he was not too surprised.

It seems that all wealthy families are like this, combining forces to maximize benefits.

"Would you like to get married?"

This was the first time someone asked her this question. Xu Qingwu thought for a moment and gave a positive answer: "Very good."

There is no need to mention Cen Xihuai's own conditions. She gets along with him surprisingly well. She doesn't have to worry about her husband's other women, and she doesn't have a difficult in-law family to deal with. She can work with peace of mind, and they can discuss things with each other in normal times. She can be considered comfortable in this marriage.

"Is this true?" Zhou Zhou didn't quite believe it. He even felt that she was bluffing him and trying to trick him into a marriage.

Xu Qingwu: "You can try to tie one."

"Don't hurt me, I'm not a marriage advocate!"

Xu Qingwu was afraid that his chatterbox would tell her again that the "easy entry, strict exit" policy was a scam, so she quickly interrupted him, "Got it."

Xu Qingwu thought of the scene where she and Cen Xihuai looked at each other in silence, and gave Zhou Zhou a heads-up: "Be prepared in advance. My husband is not a talkative person."

Zhou Zhou didn't take it seriously: "Don't worry about it. Who am I? I'm a social terrorist!"

Xu Qingwu smiled: "You'd better be."

Two cars drove into the underground parking lot one after another.

It was dinner time and the nearby parking spaces were tight. When Zhou Zhou arrived, a car had just left, so Cen Xihuai had to go to a parking space farther away.

After getting off the car, Xu Qingwu sent a WeChat message to Cen Xihuai, asking him to go upstairs and reserve a seat first.

Cen Xihuai just parked the car and replied with a "OK".

After getting off the bus, I watched the two people in front of me walk into the elevator together from a distance. They looked very familiar.

It is an old hot pot restaurant with almost no decoration. The business is good and it is very lively.

Xu Qingwu and his friends were lucky enough to grab the last empty seat.

Most of the people who come here to eat hotpot are regulars. Today is the weekend, so everyone is dressed casually, and some even come in pajamas and slippers.

Cen Xihuai walked in in a neatly tailored suit, as if forming a natural barrier to the hot atmosphere, and was out of place.

Xu Qingwu saw him at a glance and waved at him.

Zhou Zhou, who was sitting next to her, whispered to her, "Oh my god, your husband is so handsome!"

"Cool, right? I didn't expect that at first."

"And I'm showing off to you?"

"real."

At first, she didn't even know that her marriage partner was Cen Xihuai.

Cen Xihuai had already walked over, glanced at the two people sitting opposite him, and extended his hand to Zhou Zhou: "Hello, I am Qingwu's husband Cen Xihuai."

Zhou Zhou quickly stood up and shook hands back: "Hello, hello, I'm Zhizhi's childhood friend Zhou Zhou."

Cen Xihuai's voice was slightly deep: "Zhizhi?"

"My nickname." Xu Qingwu explained a little embarrassedly.

Cen Xihuai sat down opposite them.

"Order, order, I'm starving."

Zhou Zhou took the newspaper-style menu from the table. Since there was an extra person, he was at a loss as to what to order. "Can your husband handle spicy food? Should we order red soup or a shabu-shabu hot pot?"

This question stumped Xu Qingwu. She looked at Cen Xihuai, and Cen Xihuai said to eat.

Zhou Zhou used a pencil to add red oil, and was confused about the spiciness. Xu Qingwu took the initiative and chose slightly spicy. Judging from the few times they had eaten together, Cen Xihuai's taste was relatively light.

After finishing the most difficult part of ordering, Zhou Zhou quickly checked off all the dishes he usually ordered.

Xu Qingwu: "Don't forget my sweet potatoes."

"I didn't forget. I ordered two servings for you, just like before." Zhou Zhou handed her the pencil. "Do you want any more?"

Xu Qingwu took a quick look and asked curiously, "When did you eat brains?"

"I ate there before and it was pretty good. You can try it later."

"I don't want it!" Xu Qingwu's disgust was evident in her words.

The two of them were in perfect harmony and familiar with each other. The relationship between them and Cen Xihuai seemed to be divided by the hot pot pit, with half hot and half cold.

After making sure that everything they wanted to eat was ordered, Xu Qingwu handed the menu to Cen Xihuai and asked him to choose what he wanted to eat.

The air quieted down.

Cen Xihuai added some dishes and paused at the vegetables. At noon, Xu Qingwu seemed to like it very much.

He asked, "Spinach?"

Zhou Zhou quickly responded: "Zhizhi doesn't eat leafy vegetables when she eats hot pot. She thinks it's too oily."

Xu Qingwu said hurriedly: "If you want to eat, just order it."

Cen Xihuai nodded, but did not tick the box. He handed the menu to a passing waiter.

Having nothing to do becomes awkward.

Xu Qingwu lightly kicked Zhou Zhou next to him to get this social phobic to speak. Zhou Zhou slapped his head and said, "We haven't even prepared the sauce yet!"

Cen Xihuai stayed behind to watch over the table and asked the two of them to prepare the sauce.

Xu Qingwu asked Cen Xihuai: "Do you need me to help you adjust it?"

Cen Xihuai responded with a "OK".

“Are there any dietary restrictions?”

"No."

After they walked away, Xu Qingwu whispered to Zhou Zhou, "Aren't you a social terrorist?"

Zhou Zhou laughed awkwardly. "Your husband is like an ice sculpture. I don't know what to say."

Xu Qingwu thought to herself, no matter how arrogant a person is, they can't be arrogant in front of Cen Xihuai. It's not her problem that she has nothing to say to Cen Xihuai.

After Xu Qingwu prepared a bowl of sauce for herself and Cen Xihuai, she returned to her seat with Zhou Zhou.

Just when Xu Qingwu was racking her brains to think of a topic to make the atmosphere less cold, unexpectedly, Cen Xihuai spoke.

"Mr. Zhou has a good relationship with our Qingwu?"

Our home is clear fog...

Xu Qingwu couldn't help blushing. Why did it sound so weird?

"Hey hey hey!" Zhou Zhou nodded repeatedly, "Zhi and I..."

Zhi didn't finish shouting. After meeting Cen Xihuai's indifferent gaze, he couldn't help but change his words: "I was a classmate of Qingwu Primary School. At first, I couldn't stand her. She did whatever the teacher asked her to do. If I didn't do my homework, she would complain. As a result, I was often punished to copy ancient poems."

"Later, I discovered she was just a poor little girl. She only ate white rice with a few vegetables for lunch every day. I knew she was being abused by the nanny, so I shared my food with her so she wouldn't complain about me. As a result, she stopped complaining and started watching me while I did my homework. Over time, we became close friends."

Zhou Zhou looked at the now tall and beautiful Xu Qingwu and couldn't help but sigh: "I raised you really well!"

Xu Qingwu: "..."