Chapter 64

Because there were only two of them, if they cooked too much food, it would be wasted. If they cooked too little, it would be cold and deserted and there would be no festive atmosphere. So Jiang Zhinian suggested having a stew.

The steaming casserole is placed on the table, with the gas stove below simmering slowly, and the pot is filled with rich ingredients. Just thinking about it makes me happy.

So before going out during the day, they stewed a chicken in advance and waited to come back in the afternoon to make the soup base for the stew.

"Okay, by the way, the chicken soup doesn't have salt in it, you..."

Shi Ye raised his hand, pinched a small piece of flesh on the back of her neck, and pushed her to the bathroom door.

"Pregnant women, don't worry so much. Go take a shower."

…

When Jiang Zhinian came out of the shower, all the vegetables for the stew pot had been cut and neatly placed in the kitchen.

The knife skills are worthy of a surgeon. I feel like I'm being healed.

"Come here and try some chicken soup."

Before Jiang Zhinian had time to blow dry her hair, Shi Ye called her and she happily came over.

“Did you add salt?

"I just put some in, you can taste it."

Jiang Zhinian lifted her hair with both hands and took a sip from the edge of the bowl: "It seems a little bland..."

"Pregnant women should eat less salt." Shi Ye took a sip from the bowl Jiang Zhinian had drunk from. "But today is New Year's Day, so I can give you a little more."

Jiang Zhinian smiled.

"I'm going to blow dry my hair first.

"Wait for me to wash my hands." He grabbed Jiang Zhinian's wrist, afraid that she would run away like last time, "I'll help you blow it."

"Don't you want to take a shower first?"

"There's still time."

Jiang Zhinian finally realized that Shi Ye seemed to... like blowing her hair.

She obediently returned to her room and sat down, waiting for Shi Ye to blow her hair.

"Is my hair too long? Should I find time to get it cut shorter?"

Shi Ye paused while plugging the socket and asked her, "Why do you suddenly want to cut your hair?"

"I saw online that you can't wash your hair during confinement." Her hair is so long, wouldn't it get smelly if she sits there for a while? It would be easier to take care of if she cuts it short.

Shi Ye didn't say anything. He turned on the hair dryer to blow her hair. When the roots of her hair were dry and the ends were still a little wet, he took out his cell phone and looked at it.

"18 minutes."

"What?" Jiang Zhinian was drowsy from the sound of the hair dryer and didn't react for a moment.

"It took 18 minutes to blow-dry your hair to this length. You don't need to cut it short."

He briefly explained that it is actually possible to wash your hair during confinement, and the experience passed down by the older generation is mainly based on the bathing conditions in the past.

In the past, not every household had a bathroom, and many people who wanted to take a bath had to either boil water and wash themselves or go to a bathhouse outside.

In this case, it is very inconvenient for the mother who has just given birth and is still in the recovery period.

But now home shower facilities are becoming more and more convenient, and as long as you keep warm and protect yourself from the cold, there will be no problem.

Jiang Zhinian realized that it took 18 minutes to blow dry his hair, which was within the safe range recognized by Shi Ye.

Besides that...

Jiang Zhinian hooked his finger at Shi Ye, and when the man bent over, he raised his arms and put his arms around his neck.

The two of them fell onto the bed face to face.

"Do you like my hair?"

Shi Ye's eyes shifted slightly.

"Your eyes moved, I guessed right, didn't I?" After spending these days together, Jiang Zhinian has learned to guess Shi Ye's intentions from his calm expression.

Shi Ye chuckled and pinched her nose: "How can you be so smart."

Jiang Zhinian propped up her upper body and lay sideways on Shi Ye. Her long hair, which had just been blown dry, slid down softly, and part of it fell on the side of Shi Ye's face. A rare hint of charm that she usually hid well was revealed on her face.

"Then I, who am so smart, should be rewarded."

Shi Ye was pushed by her to lie flat on the bed. He simply put one hand behind his head and used the other hand to play with her hair: "What do you want?"

The slender jade-like fingers were wrapped around the long black hair in circles, and there was a sense of tenderness in the play.

"Anything is fine?" Jiang Zhinian's eyes were filled with the innocent look of someone who knew that she was being favored.

Shi Ye hummed, put the hair under his nose, sniffed it, and raised his eyes: "Anything is fine."

At that moment, Jiang Zhinian seemed to be bewitched by the temptation in his eyes. She lowered her head for some unknown reason and almost forgot what she was going to say.

Shi Ye admired Jiang Zhinian's expression, bent his fingers to loosen her hair, and used his bony fingers to touch her lips.

"Do you want this reward?"

Jiang Zhinian sat up as if waking from a dream, lifted the long hair from her ears, cleared her throat and said, "Can you play the guitar? Can you play a song for me tonight?"

She had wanted this reward for a long time and finally had the chance to ask for it.

Shi Ye took a moment to recall, and after confirming that the guitar was thrown in the utility room, he nodded in agreement.

"That's it, sure?"

The tone of his voice and the way he lay down always gave Jiang Zhinian the illusion that he was an expensive commodity.

Jiang Zhinian put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind and nodded rapidly: "Yeah, sure."

I won’t change it, no matter what.

Ever since she knew that Shi Ye could play the guitar, she felt like she was being scratched by a cat and wanted to listen to it very much.

"Is there any song you want to hear?"

"Anything is fine. I'm not picky. It depends on what you can play."

She didn't have high expectations for Shi Ye's guitar skills, as long as she could listen.

Shi Ye patted the area where Jiang Zhinian's lower back and buttocks met with his backhand.

"Let's go get the guitar."

…

Shi Ye first went to the kitchen to simmer the pot on low heat, then he dug out the guitar that had been unused for a long time from the utility room, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower under Jiang Zhinian's expectant eyes that were like a shadow.

"Have you forgotten how to play?" Jiang Zhinian chased to the bathroom door, suspecting that Shi Ye took the opportunity to hide in the bathroom to learn on the spot.

The sound of water could be heard, and Shi Ye's hazy voice came from behind the door: "Wait patiently."

Sometimes, learning to patiently wait for your reward leads to a better experience.

Jiang Zhinian felt like a bucket of water was hanging in her heart, swaying back and forth, making her not know what to do for a moment.

She simply took a cushion and sat cross-legged on the ground, like a homeless kitten waiting to be taken home.

The sound of water gradually stopped, and the heat from the bathroom spread out the moment the door was opened, making Shi Ye's skin clear and slightly red, so moist that people couldn't help but want to take a bite.

He looked at Jiang Zhinian with some surprise: "Why are you sitting here?"

So obedient that it makes people feel soft-hearted.

Jiang Zhinian looked at him with resentment in his eyes: "Who put out the bait and didn't reel in the rod?"

Shi Ye stopped wiping his hair and reached out to pull her: "You pout like a little fish on the hook."

Jiang Zhinian was teased and refused to move, raising his hand and saying, "I can't get up, hold me."