Song Zhiting leaned over and pressed down.

Zheng Baozhu wanted to push it open, but stopped and leaned into Song Zhiting's ear and whispered, "Close the gate."

Song Zhiting jumped up, quickly bolted the courtyard gate, then quickly came back, closed the door, hugged Zheng Baozhu and kissed her.

It was extremely hot outside and the atmosphere was also very lively inside.

…

After two days, Zheng Baozhu felt sore in her back and waist. She rubbed her slender waist and complained, "Borrowing a seed is so tiring!"

"What did you say?" A voice suddenly came from behind, scaring Zheng Baozhu.

"When did you come back?"

Song Zhiting asked: "What do you want to borrow? I'll help you."

Zheng Baozhu smiled awkwardly: "Forget it, I won't lend it to you."

Song Zhiting took Zheng Baozhu's hand and walked into the house: "It's okay if you don't lend it. I'll buy it for you if you need anything."

Zheng Baozhu quickly changed the subject: "It's very hot, I made you some cold noodles."

Song Zhiting has a big appetite, so Zheng Baozhu made half a pot of food.

After eating three bowls of cold noodles, Song Zhiting was full.

He kissed Zheng Baozhu and praised her, "Wife, you are so capable! I thought it was the same as jelly, but I didn't expect that jelly tastes so cool and filling."

Zheng Baozhu was holding the bowl and hadn't finished eating yet. She asked, "Do you want me to teach the cooking class how to make cold noodles?"

Song Zhiting pinched her cheek and said, "We really have a telepathic connection. You know what I'm thinking."

Zheng Baozhu readily agreed: "No problem, it's easy to learn how to make cold noodles. I'll go back to Beijing after you teach me."

Song Zhiting's face sank: "You want to go back?"

"Yes, there are still many things waiting for me to deal with at the factory in Jing City."

Song Zhiting held Zheng Baozhu's hand: "Wait and go back with me."

Zheng Baozhu thought Song Zhiting was going back for a family visit at the end of the year, so she refused.