Chapter 180 Bracelet

Perhaps because the nearby Chinese community is quite large, the supermarket that Xu Jiqing mentioned occupies a surprisingly large area.

The rice noodles in the dry goods section can even be divided into provincial and regional factions. Even fresh soy products and green leafy vegetables that are hard to find locally are available. The radio is playing the popular Chinese pop songs of the year, and for a moment I actually have the illusion of being back in China.

I bought a pair of women's slippers for autumn and winter, mung bean sprouts, millet peppers and chicken greens, a dozen eggs, rice noodles and ham sausage, and a few packets of frozen hot pot meatballs.

Xu Jiqing originally wanted to push the cart to pay, but Su Xia dragged him to the cold storage area and brought down several boxes of steaks and cooked meats, filling up half the cart. "After I leave, take pictures of what you eat for every meal and show them to me."

She was really heartbroken.

Xu Jiqing's hand was resting on the armrest of the shopping cart. Su Xia reached into his sweater sleeve, pinched his wrist, then pulled it out and lifted it up, touching his handsome face that looked like it had no flesh at all.

It really is what you see is what you get.

I can't pinch it, I can't pinch it at all.

"Tell me your current height and weight."

Xu Jiqing was very obedient, "186, 77."

Su Xia looked up doubtfully, "Everything you say now sounds fake."

"What should we do then?"

He looked down at her and smiled softly.

What else can I do?

She wanted to hold him and weigh him, but he was too big for her to hold.

Su Xia would rather vent her anger on innocent people than fight among herself. She bared her teeth at him without any deterrent effect and said, "What should I do if you eat well?"

"If you keep talking like that, I'll beat you."

In the years since they've been apart, she's become much thinner than she was as a teenager.

But a girl with round and plump skin will only become a more beautiful pearl when she grows up.

When her cheeks are wrinkled, as if in feigned anger, the soft flesh squeezes out shallow dimples under her eyes, like juicy peaches that make you want to take a bite.

"oh."

The corners of Xu Jiqing's lips curled deeper, his long eyelashes were slightly closed, and his eyes were illuminated by the white light of the refrigerator, making them as clear as amber.

"you……"

Su Xia's chest trembled under his gaze, and this time he really slapped the back of his hand, "Stop laughing."

Xu Jiqing lowered his eyes, squinted them as if enjoying it, and replied in a low voice, "Okay."

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Before leaving, the electric heater in the room was not turned off.

It was on the highest gear, and when they pushed the door open again, the air in the whole room was already warm.

Su Xia changed into the slippers she had just bought and walked to the center of the room as if she was inspecting her territory.

There was a heating pipe by the window. She walked over and touched it, and it felt warm and cool.

"Is the heating on in October?"

Xu Jiqing followed her gaze and said, "Winter is very long here. The building has heating, but it's not very effective."

"Are you cold?"

Su Xia shook her head.

She checked the weather forecast today and knew that the temperature difference would be large after sunset, so she specially wore a very thick cashmere sweater.

She just felt tired from climbing the stairs, and when the warm wind blew, sweat began to break out on her forehead.

The son of the fried noodle stall owner, and also the eldest son and older brother.

No matter what the situation is, Xu Jiqing always works very efficiently.

Su Xia had just rolled up her sleeves and washed her hands, ready to help wash the vegetables. The green leaves had been drained of water, the roots cut off and placed on the plate.

She raised her hands, looking a little bewildered. "Let me make you an omelet."

“Cooking rice noodles is also fine.”

Xu Jiqing placed the tip of his knife against the iron ring on one side of the sausage, but instead of cutting through it, he neatly tore a seam in the middle and peeled it open, with the blade moving down quickly and evenly.

He lowered his eyelids slightly, "Have you ever done this at home?"

Su Xia was stunned for a moment, then told the truth, "No."

Su Xiaojuan is not very good at cooking, and she has no obsession with letting her daughter learn to cook.

Since she was a child, she has always eaten whatever her aunt cooked. The last time she entered the kitchen was when she was in her second year of high school, when she washed the dishes for the instant noodles and sugar-coated tomatoes made by Su Xiaojuan.

Xu Jiqing said, "Then don't do it again."

"……oh."

Su Xia blinked, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, making her swallow unconsciously.

It’s because of the word “later”.

Or was it because at this moment, she vaguely felt the reason why Xu Jiqing was so indifferent to her in her previous life.

It seems like both, but it doesn’t matter anymore.

The kitchen is a little darker.

The small light on the range hood was on, casting a thin shadow, making Xu Jiqing's profile clear. Even the part of his wrist and forearm exposed by his rolled-up black sweater looked good.

Su Xia stood there for a while, then took out her cell phone and focused on him cooking, taking photos and videos.

After working for a long time, he was sweating profusely from the small pot of rice noodles bubbling on the stove, and he looked like the one who worked the hardest.

Xu Jiqing glanced at the thermometer hanging on the door and said, "If you sweat too much, you'll catch a cold."

"Did you bring some light clothes? Change into them before eating."

She still has some progress bars to push forward today.

It can’t be too grand, and it can’t be too simple either.

Su Xia took two steps towards his bed, took out the suitcase, squatted there and rummaged through it for a long time. The only thing that barely fit was the long-sleeved nightgown she brought with her this time.

The skirt is a soft off-white with a cuffed lace neckline and sleeves. It's pretty cute for everyday wear, but...

Isn’t there a saying that cuteness is nothing compared to sexiness?

She dawdled in the bathroom, changed, and when she came out, Xu Jiqing's fried noodles were already ready.

Two plates of fried noodles were placed side by side on a chair covered with paper towels. They were shiny red and greasy, dotted with chopped chili peppers, and the aroma was overwhelming. The green vegetables and bean sprouts did not fall apart, and you could tell they were still crispy without even using your chopsticks.

There was no dining table in the room and only one chair. The only place where two people could sit and eat was the bed.

Su Xia had already picked up the plate, but Xu Jiqing took a while to sit down, and he looked visibly uncomfortable.

"How about using my desk?"

Su Xia raised her eyes and moved closer to him with her cheeks rosy. "But I want to be with you."

She knew why Xu Jiqing was embarrassed.

She must never let him know why she was blushing.

Before checking out from the supermarket, she picked up two cans of soda from the discount area. When she saw the red packaging, she thought they were strawberries.

Now that I put it next to the bed, I can see clearly that it tastes like watermelon.

It happened so many years ago, who would remember it like she does?

Watermelon is innocent, she is the only one who is overthinking it...

Even expectation.

Seeing Xu Jiqing finish his meal quickly, he opened the can with one hand and took a few gulps with his head tilted back.

Su Xia's fingers curled up unconsciously. She had been talking about fried noodles all afternoon, and after eating half a plate, she had no idea what it tasted like.

Xu Jiqing lowered his eyes to look at her, "Is it delicious?"

Su Xia nodded quickly, avoiding his sight like a rabbit, "...It's delicious."

Unlike the spacious suite they were in last night, the apartment where Xu Jiqing had lived alone for a year, no matter how empty it was, seemed to have a natural atmosphere of privacy and a strong sense of oppression.

She finished her meal with him watching her like that. Even if she made an excuse to go to the bathroom again, she could tell from the rustling sound of running water that Xu Jiqing had finished washing the dishes, sat back at his tidy desk, and looked around pretending to be natural.

Whenever she saw Xu Jiqing sitting on the edge of the bed, still fully dressed, her body temperature would rise unconsciously, and even her toes would tuck under her skirt.

In a small space, all subtle senses are maximized.

She could feel Xu Jiqing's gaze, hotter than the sunlight coming through the window pane, falling on her neck and wrists.

"Why don't you wear it anymore?" he asked.

Su Xia looked up, a little confused, "What?"

"When I first met you in high school, you loved wearing that bracelet. Why didn't you wear it anymore?"