Chapter 7 7 What did you touch?

Even though the number of customers was much less than usual due to the weather, the restaurant was still packed. Lamb chops were walking along the aisle, baked naan was spinning on the ceiling, Xinjiang people's necks were twisting under their flowery hats, and "Hey, fried rice noodles, give me a little bit" was floating towards the kitchen.

The food arrived quickly, arriving not long after the four of them sat down. With only a layer of glass separating the kitchen and the guests' tables, everyone could see their relentless, methodical pace. This wasn't an assembly line; it was a performance worthy of artistic recognition.

"It's delicious," Tang Ke sighed. She had been trying to restrain herself from eating spicy food recently; it was truly like a new love after a short absence.

Fu Yu poured her water, and sensing two mysterious gazes, he then poured water for the two people opposite him. Next time I write my resume, I'll add "Haidilao employee" as well.

"Can you eat spicy food?" Tang Ke asked, because he saw that he didn't move his chopsticks much.

"A little bit. I can't stand it if it's too spicy," said Fu Yu.

"Then eat this. This one is not very spicy. This one is a little spicy. No, it's very spicy. Don't eat it." Tang Ke pointed to him.

"Okay." Fu Yu picked up the bowl and picked up the non-spicy cream mushroom shrimp.

What could a group of office workers who hadn't experienced a holiday in a long time talk about at a dinner party? They could only talk about work. Wu Jiang casually asked about Tang Ke's work. Due to his professional sensitivity, Tang Ke made it clear that he would be cautious in his words and deeds. The topic naturally turned to their internet company.

She only knew that Fu Yu made software, but she had no idea what it was specifically; she had forgotten to ask, and he hadn't told her. Now she knew they were the developers of a popular story-based mobile game. They also made some mini-games on their applets, some of which had already been phased out, while others had proven very successful in their trials.

"We're paid a fixed salary, so whether it's popular or not is none of our business," Wu Jiang said bitterly. "What's the point of being talented? I work until 10 o'clock every day, and 11 o'clock when it's busy. My hair is almost falling out."

Tang Ke looked at the top of the head of the person next to him. It looked lush and green, which seemed okay. Could it be a wig?

"Yes, this is a wig." Fu Yu said.

Tang Ke smiled and said, "Ah, how do you know what I'm thinking?"

“It’s written on my face.”

"Is it so obvious?" Tang Ke touched his face and continued Wu Jiang's words: "Do you have to work overtime so late? Normally, there are set working hours and leaving hours. Isn't it allowed to leave work normally?"

"Capitalists say one thing in public and another in private. They say they start work at 10 a.m., leave at 8 p.m., and leave at 6 on Friday. It sounds good, but if you really leave early, you have to go to the boss's office for tea the next day."

"Wow...where's the overtime pay?"

"One hour and fifty."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Tang Ke exclaimed in amazement, "Money is hard to make, but shit is hard to eat."

"Money is hard to make and shit is hard to eat." Fu Yu and she said in unison.

Tang Ke suddenly turned his head and looked at him with a touched expression. He wanted to sing, but he had already lost face once, so he suppressed the impulse.

"I know what you're going to say." Fu Yu said in a tone of "Leave it to me" and opened his phone to start operating.

The next second, Teresa Teng's "I Only Care About You" sounded.

"How long is life? To find a true friend - to lose..."

Tang Ke gave a thumbs up and said, "You are really a worm in my stomach."

"Sister-in-law, we usually call this soul mates." Wu Jiang confirmed again that from a certain perspective, these two people are a perfect match.

Fu Yu turned off the music and picked up his chopsticks again. "Don't worry about it, or you'll get a stomachache and blame me."

"I am in good health. You won't suffer any loss if you follow me." Tang Ke raised one eyebrow domineeringly.

"Thank you."

Wu Jiang and his girlfriend were stunned and couldn't get a word in. "Do you know what you are talking about..."

The meal was a delightful one, and Tang Ke gleaned more workplace gossip than she could count on two hands, completely shattering her stereotype of programmers. She said she wanted to see what their company was like, having heard on previous blind dates that it was large and well-decorated. Wu Jiang then suggested she attend the company's team-building event as a family member.

"Is it okay?" Tang Ke asked the person next to him.

Fu Yu nodded: "Okay, no one in the company has seen my mother."

"Oh, good boy, you are sensible." Tang Ke stroked his back lovingly twice.

Wu Jiang couldn't stand it any longer. He covered his mouth and leaned over to say to his girlfriend, "I don't need to serve them."

Tang Ke heard this, but his smile didn't fade. He raised his chin towards him and said, "You're the one who serves him in the company too?"

Wu Jiang: "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

Tang Ke was filled with evil intent and nudged Fu Yu with his elbow: "How about you tell it yourself?"

"I have the right to remain silent. I will not make any comments until my lawyer arrives." Fu Yusi politely wiped his mouth with a napkin.

Tang Ke murmured and asked Wu Jiang, "Has he ever been invited to have tea by his superiors like this?"

"Yes, but every time he finishes his tea, he gets a raise." Wu Jiang's back teeth were nearly broken, but he let this guy put them back on. Fu Yu used to have plenty of free time, didn't date or socialize, and worked tirelessly, so a raise was what he deserved. Now, he has to date and go on dates. I don't believe he still has that much time.

Fu Yu raised his palm, showing no remorse, "I'm not saying sorry, I'm saying it's because I'm your brother, you still need to practice."

Wu Jiang: "Fuck you."

The two girls laughed out loud. Men are teenagers until they die. No, men are kindergarteners until they die. The bickering of boys under three years old is more adorable.

Tang Ke exchanged contact information with the two. They used couple profile pictures and names, and their Moments backgrounds were each other's. So loving, is this what long-term love is like? Their lung capacity is really good.

She thought about her future. If the person on the next track was Fu Yu, first of all, he wouldn't smell bad. Secondly, that skinny guy seemed to have the same physical strength as her, so he wouldn't surpass her nor fall behind her. Finally, he was interesting. When she was tired of running, she could stop and walk around and have someone to chat with. It seemed acceptable...?

There's a high probability that she won't have the chance to date someone she likes again, so she'll just make do with it, as long as Fu Yu doesn't dislike her.

After dinner, the rain continued to fall, seemingly incessantly, as if he was rushing to meet deadlines. Wu Jiang and his girlfriend took a taxi home first. Shortly after getting in the car, he sent a voice message to the two people still sitting in the restaurant: "It's so windy and rainy outside! You guys should go home early!"

Tang Ke needed to relax after dinner, so he stopped lying there and told Fu Yu to leave immediately. As soon as he left, he was hit by the wind and the rain poured down without any rhythm, as if it were fake.

"Oh my god... this wind, will there be thunder soon?" Tang Ke could hardly hold the umbrella handle and walked with difficulty.

Seeing her staggering, Fu Yu hesitated for a moment, but he finally held his ground and walked in front of her, trying to block the wind with just a drop in the bucket.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

The sound of rain hitting the umbrella was so loud that Tang Ke couldn't hear clearly. He asked loudly, "What? What did you say?"

Fu Yu raised his voice: "Can I ask you?"

"Okay! - No! My umbrella is going to break! Goodbye, Mom, I'm going to sail away tonight -" Tang Ke hugged the umbrella handle tightly as if he was holding on to the last straw.

Fu Yu's long-handled umbrella is sturdier than her folding umbrella. It's a large black printed umbrella issued by the company with the words "Steel Veteran Cadre, Level 7 Durability, I'm Ugly But I'm Gentle" and can easily hold two people.

We're only a few meters away from where we parked. Fu Yu, what are you still hesitating about? Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.

After Fu Yu had prepared himself in a completely incoherent manner, he put his arm around Tang Ke's shoulders and, following ergonomic principles, pressed her into his chest. He tilted the umbrella towards her and added a disclaimer: "We'll be there soon, just bear with me."

Tang Ke was in a semi-dazed state. He mechanically retracted his umbrella and lowered his head to pay attention to the puddle under his feet.

Through the thin layer of her short-sleeved shirt, she felt a body temperature that wasn't her own. The streetlights reflected in the puddles, creating a thousand double images. Her trouser legs were soaked, an inevitable outcome. She'd have to wipe her shoes again when she got home, otherwise the marks would be even harder to clean. His trouser legs were also wet, his shoes were stained, and even his left shoulder was wet, even more than hers. What about him? Did he expect this outcome?

"Friends walk together for a lifetime, those days are no longer there..." Tang Ke sang skillfully. She clutched the cloth on Fu Yu's chest and trudged forward in a dodging posture.

"We're here, Che Ge, get in." Fu Yu opened the car door for her, finally completing a task. If he continued to hold her, he couldn't guarantee that his heartbeat wouldn't be louder than the sound of the rain.

He walked around the front of the car to the other side, folded the umbrella and threw it into the back seat. He sat in the driver's seat in a flash and patted his wet clothes.

Tang Ke took out toilet paper from his bag and handed it to him: "Here, use this."

"Thank you." Fu Yu took it honestly, not being embarrassed to say that there was paper in the car as well.

Tang Ke's trouser legs were wet but his upper body was hardly wet. Now he could only scratch his neck and chin and watch him busy in embarrassment.

He lifted his bangs from his forehead and skillfully wiped them from the top of his head to the back, then wiped the wet left side of his body. Tang Ke noticed that his nose was quite high, with a faint hump, and his eyelashes were quite long, usually hidden under his glasses. Recalling the feeling just now, he seemed not as thin as she had imagined, and he was quite strong in the face of strong winds and waves. At first, she was a little worried that his thin body would go on a long voyage before her, but her worries were completely unnecessary.

"Do you exercise regularly?" she asked.

Fu Yu paused, a few drops of rain still clinging to his glasses. He finally wiped them carefully and earnestly, then asked cryptically, "What did you touch?"

"Your conscience."

"Sister, I'm charging into battle, what are you doing?"

Tang Ke shrugged and curled his lips, showing a guilty conscience. "I didn't mean to do that. I was afraid you'd fall, so I held you up."

"Why do I feel that you are afraid of falling and want to die with me?"

"Suicide for love, that's called suicide for love." Tang Ke blurted out, but he did not receive a response from Fu Yu.

The atmosphere became tense, pausing at a joke. If he answered, it would be teasing; if he didn't, it would be a bit ambiguous. She had no intention of being ambiguous, or rather, she wasn't good at it. She preferred to be open and aboveboard, without any undercurrents; that kind of thing wasn't popular in the three-dimensional world.

"So I'm asking you, do you exercise regularly? I feel like you're not as thin as I thought." Tang Ke poked his right arm openly.

Fu Yu finally cleaned up, put on his glasses respectably, and said, "No fitness, just playing badminton."

"Oh, no wonder." Tang Ke said bluntly, using too much force, a little like a gangster, "Let me pinch it."

"..." Fu Yu neither agreed nor resisted, glancing at her resentfully, "When you're well fed and warm, you'll think about sex."

"Hahahaha." Tang Ke raised both hands and pinched his right arm, feeling a hard biceps. "This is just the beginning. There's nothing you can't do after you get married."

People should learn from their mistakes. Obviously, Tang Ke, as a single-celled organism at a certain stage, ignored this point.

Fu Yu did not respond to this sentence, so it sounded like she was proposing.

The author has something to say:

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ForU at this moment: (secretly tensing muscles) I marry.