"Eat." Gu Huaijin said these two words concisely and continued to eat with his chopsticks. Only his slightly red earlobes revealed his mood at the moment.

Song Zhi felt that the food that was hard to swallow just now became delicious now.

After dinner, Gu Huaijin stood up and cleaned up the dishes quickly, then went to get some water. There was a large vat for water in the kitchen, and he needed to fill it with water first.

Song Zhi also found two clean rags, and the two of them wiped the furniture in the house twice with the rags. After several hours of work, they finally cleaned the house.

Song Zhi raised his sore arm and looked at the watch on his wrist. Most of the afternoon had passed.

"How are we going to cook here?" Song Zhi looked worriedly at the clean kitchen.

"You want to do it yourself?" Gu Huaijin looked at Song Zhi suspiciously. After all, she had never done housework since she was a child.

He still remembered that one time, she insisted on cooking for him. At noon, she sent the prepared meal to his workplace. Gu Huaijin was so annoyed by her that he had no choice but to accept it.

He didn't want to waste food, so he ate the meal she cooked at noon. As a result, he drank several glasses of water in the afternoon, and even his colleagues suspected that he was not feeling well.

Seeing his distrustful expression, Song Zhi was a little annoyed for a moment and said angrily, "Are you going to eat in the cafeteria all the time?"

"I think the food in the cafeteria is...ok." In order to discourage her from cooking, Gu Huaijin could only speak nonsense against his conscience.

"Okay, then you provide the coal stove and pot, and I will cook for you when you eat in the cafeteria. You also need to buy some coal briquettes." Song Zhi hated it most when others questioned her cooking skills, especially this kind of undisguised suspicion.

Seeing how persistent she was, Gu Huaijin had no choice but to agree.

Since they didn't have a pot, they still had to go to the cafeteria to get food at night. Dinner was rice soup and fried carrots, which Song Zhi didn't want to eat at all.

She reasonably suspected that the rice was left over from steaming rice at noon, and that both meals were eaten by Gu Huaijin. She didn't have the habit of eating a lot at night. When she was an artist, her body weight had to be controlled within a certain range so that she would look good on camera, so the company was very strict with her diet.

The original owner was a person who loved beauty. She usually paid attention to the amount of food she ate. She was happy not to be hungry and never ate too much. Even if she didn't eat at night, she wouldn't feel hungry. However, an empty stomach was not good for the body, so she took two pieces of peach cakes to fill her stomach.

But after the meal, new problems arose.

"How can I take a shower?" Song Zhi wanted to cry but had no tears. Although the weather was very cold, they had been on the train for such a long time that even if they didn't sweat much, their bodies were still contaminated with some faint unpleasant odor. Song Zhi's nose had always been sensitive, and he couldn't stand such a smell.

But if she didn't take a shower and just lay down on the clean bed, Song Zhi couldn't accept it. At this moment, she wanted to die.

Gu Huaijin was obviously aware of this problem. "You go find some clothes to change into first. I'll go out and see if there's a bathhouse."

Gu Huaijin came back soon, but with a pot in his hand. He went to the kitchen and put the pot on the stove, then went out again and came back with a dozen matches.

"Today is Tuesday. The bathhouse opens once every Sunday. You can just make do with it today. I saw you bought a basin today. I'll boil some water so you can wash yourself there first. I'll make a wooden barrel tomorrow."

Song Zhi nodded, thinking that this was the only way.

After taking a shower, Song Zhixian returned to the bedroom, and Gu Huaijin changed the water and went to take a shower.

There was only one bed in the room, which was not very big, about 1.8 meters. Song Zhi sighed softly, resignedly took out the quilt and mattress from the package and spread them on the bed.

While making his bed, Song Zhi was also sorting out his thoughts. Since he had become a character in the story, whether it was good or bad, he should have his own plan. If he remembered correctly, the college entrance examination would be resumed the year after next.

As one of the first batch of college students, he is undoubtedly very popular. Song Zhi is also considering whether to take the exam. If he decides to take the college entrance examination and become a college student, it is not too late to start preparing now.

Song Zhi herself had a good academic background and studied computer science as a graduate student. However, in her era, academic qualifications had become very competitive and graduate students were everywhere, so she also faced the dilemma of being unemployed after graduation.

In order to avoid working for capitalists and do a job she loves, she finally decided to be a food anchor. This is not only her job, but also her dream. Although the process is difficult, she is also very happy.

When I think about what happened in the modern era, I can’t stop myself. Now the key is to carefully consider whether or not to take the college entrance examination.

This is an era of rapid development, an era where hard work will be rewarded, so it is very easy to make your first pot of gold in this era.

Going to college is certainly a good option, but it may also make her lose many opportunities to make money.

"Song Zhi?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

"Why are your feet so cold?" Gu Huaijin frowned as he looked at Song Zhi who was distracted.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts just now that she didn't realize Gu Huaijin had finished his shower and was lying on the bed.

His warm skin accidentally touched the cold instep of her feet. Although she had just taken a hot bath, her feet were still chilly.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Song Zhi's body stiffened for a moment and he retracted his feet, obviously not liking such intimate touch.

In fact, she also felt strange that the original owner's body was as sensitive to cold as her own, and her hands and feet would become cold in winter.

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