Looking through the window, Jianshu saw the light in the west wing was on. He drew the curtains, took off his clothes and climbed onto the bed.

The coal stove not far from the bed was emitting waves of warmth, but Jianshu, curled up in the quilt, still felt a burst of chill.

Ahhh, this bed is so cold——

Curled up in the quilt and shivering, she quickly took out several hot water bottles from the space.

After a long time, I finally felt the warmth in the quilt.

Jianshu, wrapped up like a silkworm, looked at the beams above his head, recalling the previous series of scenes, and felt a little confused.

Is she agreeing to marry me now?

Is she going to get married soon?

Ahhhhhh——

Why does it feel like a dream, so unreal?

Although I had already decided to agree to Gu Mingjing after he came back, I was still caught off guard when the day finally came.

Can she adapt?

Can the two of them get along?

All of this is unknown.

There are many couples in the world who are perfect in every way when they are together, but everything goes wrong after they get married.

Love is the beautiful romance of eating, drinking and having fun, while marriage is also the trivial life of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

It’s not uncommon for loving couples to drift apart after marriage, becoming bitter and bitter towards each other, and eventually falling apart.

And where will they go?

Jianshu doesn’t know.

But the only thing she could be sure of was that she had no regrets at this moment.

And that is enough.

Choose according to your heart, make a decision, move forward, and face it calmly.

No one knows what will happen in the future. All she can do is live every day to the fullest and leave no regrets.

At this time, Gu Mingjing, who was not far away, was also lying on the bed, with his arms under his head, thinking silently about marriage.

Since Jianshu was told that he didn't need to worry about anything, he of course had to plan everything in advance and make their wedding perfect.

He hopes that every day they spend together will be without regrets.

This time his vacation is twenty days long. Excluding the time spent on the journey, he can stay in Beijing for half a month.

There are still ten days until Chinese New Year. He'll call his father tomorrow and estimate he should be able to arrive before the New Year. Then he and Shushu will visit Zhao Mingze at home, then take Shushu home, and then go to Zhao's house with his father to discuss the wedding.

This whole process would have taken three days. Adding in the time his father spent traveling, it was a bit tight, but half a month was more than enough. By the time he left, he and Shushu had already finalized their relationship.

The next step was to set a date and notify relatives and friends. Although most of them were not in Beijing, they still had to notify those who needed to be notified. Especially Shushu's family. If they didn't notify those uncles and aunts about their marriage, they would be in trouble when the time came.

As for his brother, I don’t know if he will have time to come back by then. I will call his brother tomorrow.

Once the date is set, we have to prepare the betrothal gifts. The old man will definitely give a share, but what he gives is his own and it doesn't show his sincerity, so we still have to prepare it well.

After the phone call tomorrow, go look for Mingzi. He has a lot of connections and can get a lot of good stuff. Chinese New Year is almost here, so it's a good time to buy some New Year's goods. I'll go check it out then.

After thinking it over in his mind and coming up with a rough plan, Gu Mingjing turned off the light and went to rest.

Perhaps because he had received good news and felt hopeful, the corners of Gu Mingjing's mouth were raised as he fell asleep.

-

The next morning, Gu Mingjing felt refreshed after a good night's sleep.

After putting on my clothes, I went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

He opened the cabinet familiarly and looked at the remaining food inside: about ten pounds of rice, a few pounds of flour, and some cornmeal and coarse grains.

He went down to the cellar again to check out the vegetables and grains stored there. Most of the cellar was filled with all kinds of jars, cans, and bags, which together were enough for Jianshu to eat for several months.

It has to be said that Ding Ming followed his brother Gu's instructions meticulously and without any compromise.

Gu Mingjing nodded. There was no shortage of food, but there was still a lack of meat. Shushu really liked the braised beef with soy sauce last night. He wondered if he could get it.

The same goes for eggs. There are not many left, so I have to buy some.

I cooked some sweet potato porridge, cut a plate of pickles, and fried an egg, and a simple breakfast was ready.

After warming the food in the pot, Gu Mingjing turned around and went back to wash up.

After he finished washing up, Jianshu's door opened.

"Are you up? Go wash up and get ready for dinner." Gu Mingjing looked up at her and started serving the dishes.

"Is the meal ready? You got up so early?" Jianshu hurried over to help.

She thought he must be tired after sitting on the train for so long, so she asked him to rest more. She didn't expect him to be up so early.

"It's not early. I usually get up around this time." Gu Mingjing put the dishes on the table, took the bowl from Jianshu and started to serve the porridge. "I'll do it. You go wash up first."

"I've washed it." Jianshu leaned in and sniffed the sweet potato porridge. As soon as she got up, she couldn't wait to enter her space.

Gu Mingjing placed two bowls of porridge on the dining table and made two cups of malted milk.

"Eat, you'll feel warm after eating." He turned around and saw Jianshu shivering with his neck hunched, and spoke.

"Hmm, it smells so good." Jianshu picked up the bowl to warm his hands, and the sweet aroma of sweet potato porridge wafted into his nose.

"Eat more if you like, there's more in the pot."

"Yeah!" Jianshu nodded and agreed.

Maybe it was because he was in a good mood, or maybe it was because the two of them were too warm to get along with each other, Jianshu's appetite was greatly increased. He drank two large bowls of porridge in one breath before putting down his chopsticks.

"I feel so full—" She leaned back in her chair, put her right hand on her swollen belly and patted it.

"Why are you fighting for food like a child? If you like to drink, I'll cook it for you tomorrow. Why do you want to fill yourself up like this? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Seeing her groaning in the chair, Gu Mingjing helplessly reached out and rubbed her belly.

"Hmm--it feels so good."

The hot big hands were placed on her belly, stroking back and forth in circles, and Jianshu instantly felt a lot better.

In response to his blame, she smiled and flattered him, "Isn't it because the porridge you cooked was so delicious? I couldn't help but eat too much."

In the cold winter, who can resist a bowl of steaming sweet potato porridge?

"You..." Gu Mingjing couldn't do anything with her and could only shake his head with an indulgent look.

After rubbing for a while, he patted Jianshu's belly gently and said, "Okay, go walk around. I'll take you to work after I'm done."

After cleaning up, Gu Mingjing sent Jianshu to work.