"Yeah." Qin Yanci also understood that it was not realistic for them to spend a large sum of money to buy a house in their current situation.

Ying Sisi put away the stamp album and went back to her room to study Journey to the West.

Before going to bed, Qin Yanci approached her and asked, "You read this every day, is there anything you don't understand?"

"I kind of get it, don't I? Have you read it? Do you know why the female demon in the book always wants to marry Tang Sanzang? She's lived for hundreds and thousands of years, and she's seen all kinds of handsome men. But for her to be so eager to marry a monk is unrealistic."

The description of male goblins is very realistic, they come straight up to grab the magic weapon or choose to eat it to gain immortality.”

The curve of Qin Yanci's lips deepened. "You're so naive, aren't you? Have you read Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio? In those stories, after a female ghost or goblin spends a night with a scholar, the scholar's forehead turns black. Do you think they're truly in love with Tang Sanzang? They're actually after him, just in a different way."

Ying Sisi had never read the Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio he was talking about, so she didn't quite understand. She blinked and said, "How do you eat it? Explain it in detail."

Qin Yanci's eyes darkened: "I'll teach you."

Ying Sisi immediately understood what he meant and said politely, "I'm still recovering."

Qin Yanci restrained himself a little, took back the book and said, "Go to bed early."

Ying Sisi looked at the book that was taken away with some reluctance, as she was reading the exciting part.

Go to bed early the night before.

Ying Sisi woke up at dawn. She was the only one left in the room. On the bedside table was a note from Qin Yanci:

Wife, I may be back late today, so don’t wait for me and go to bed early.

Ying Sisi took his note and found his original comparison. The punctuation marks had become dots again. She planned to observe other differences and then consult a reputable doctor to determine whether these symptoms would affect his life and whether they could be passed down to his children.

She hid the two messages, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and dressed neatly before going out.

I found a noodle shop and ordered a bowl of plain noodles. After eating, I walked towards the black market to buy some cloth to make a thin coat for my grandma.

In the distance, Shen Zhengrong and Shen's aunt Shen Ru followed.

"That's Si Si. She really does look like your uncle. No wonder you insisted on recognizing her. You can tell she's your biological son. But it's a pity you rushed into recognizing her, giving her the confidence to do something stupid. With the status of our Shen family, how many girls would want to get close to her? If it were me, I would just let her know that I'm her father, that I have power and status, and then I'd just sit back and wait for her to bring up the matter of recognizing her ancestors."

"You are showing off blindly and looking down on others."

"What do you mean by showing off? It's just a display of strength. We're all women, and I know exactly what she wants. She just wants more compensation and love. Especially someone like her who's never gotten it. Her desire for affection is greater than you can imagine. But the more you try to get closer, the less she'll cherish you, and the more she'll torment you."

Shen Zhengrong rolled his eyes: "That's all you can do."

"Of course, you'll see what I'm doing later. I'm going to make her follow us back to the Shen family."

"Don't mess around."

“.”

Ying Sisi went to the black market and fell in love with a dark corduroy fabric.

Asked the price.

"Seventy cents a meter."

Ying Sisi compared the price in the mall to 85 cents plus cloth coupons, which was much cheaper, so she ordered six meters.

Chen Ru said, "Isn't the Qin family well off? Why is she still buying things on the black market? Isn't she afraid of being caught?"

Shen Zhengrong curled his lips: "Can't you think of your niece a little better? You're either playing psychological warfare with her or imagining her getting caught."

Ying Sisi arrived at the bookstall, carrying some cloth. She was almost done with Journey to the West and needed to choose a new book. She flipped through the pages for a while before settling on a book with the intriguing title, The Insect Life. After flipping through two pages, she asked the price, paid, and strolled around before buying two candied haws.