He was thinking of changing it and boiling another bag, but he was too embarrassed to say it.

"It looks really spicy, can you handle it?" He pretended to be very worried and pointed to the bright red broth. "If you can't eat it, let's change it."

"Yes, I can eat it."

Are you sure?

"I think it was Miaomiao who introduced me to this; I can eat it."

Chen Lu fell silent, feeling that his dignity as a boy had been insulted.

You're being stubborn, you'll change it yourself in a bit.

Chen Lu thought to himself.

After a while.

Seeing that Liang Zhirou's lips were red from the spiciness, making her look cute, yet she remained unaffected, he expressionlessly poured a cup of hot water and put the slice of meat he had just picked up into it.

Liang Zhirou didn't say anything, but when she served food to Chen Lu, she stopped putting it in his bowl and instead rinsed it in his water glass.

Outside, the wind and snow were raging, but inside the living room, it was warm and cozy. Apart from the bubbling hot pot, the only sound was the two of them chatting softly, creating a warm and comfortable atmosphere.

Chen Lu looked up at the time; it was only a little past eight in the evening.

"It's eight o'clock now. After dinner, we can prepare for the New Year." His tongue was numb, and his speech was somewhat slurred.

"If you're not feeling well, you can go to bed early. We can cross to another one."

Liang Zhirou pursed her lips and said seriously.

Actually, she was very conflicted. After all, no girl dislikes a sense of ritual. She was both looking forward to it and worried that Chen Lu would be uncomfortable.

The girl hesitated for less than two seconds before deciding to persuade Chen Lu to get some rest.

Although this is the first New Year's Day they've spent together since they met, there will be many more in the future.

There's no rush.

"It's okay, going to bed at midnight is already considered early to bed and early to rise for me."

“You seem to stay up late often…” Liang Zhirou said blankly.

Her biological clock is different from Chen Lu's. She wakes up early and falls asleep early every day. At the latest, she is too sleepy to stay awake until 11 p.m.

"It's because your sleep schedule is too regular. How many young people these days don't stay up late?"

Under Liang Zhirou's gentle yet slightly reproachful gaze, Chen Lu put down the iced cola he had just picked up, and then continued:

"I'm quite busy this year because I graduated. At this time last year, I was still spending the whole night at an internet cafe with a group of roommates. We used to play games until seven or eight in the morning before going out for breakfast and then going back to the dorm to catch up on sleep."

However, every time, when they first arrived at the internet cafe, a group of people would chat enthusiastically, but after losing a lot, a few of them would become silent, and they would even have to have their own table for breakfast.

When I thought I was invincible after getting a few solo kills in lane, I would have a stroke when I opened my match history and saw that Li Sinian or Jiang Chao had raised an even fatter father.

Looking back now, I just find it amusing, and even a little nostalgic.

Back then, I felt like I was in jail and didn't want to play. Now my mindset has changed, but it's hard to get everyone together to play games anymore.

Even being scammed by these big shots again is a luxury.

"What were you doing this time last year?" Chen Lu asked curiously, setting aside his complicated thoughts.

"I don't know, I don't dare to think about the old days anymore."

Liang Zhirou poked her chin with the end of her chopsticks and thought for a moment before saying, "She's probably working part-time, since shops that are still open at this time of year tend to pay more."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her eyes, gave a faint bitter smile, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Chen Lu felt like he was really delirious from the fever, that he would ask such a stupid question.

But then I thought that Liang Zhirou's unwillingness to recall the past might just mean that she is living a relatively happy life now.

He felt that his boyfriend was doing a pretty good job. Although he was a bit of a rogue at times, he was a gentleman most of the time.

"Let's think about the future then. For example, whether we'll get our marriage certificate by this time next year," he said, changing the subject.

Liang Zhirou quickly swallowed what she was chewing. "This time next year, I'll only be a junior in college!"

"So what if you're a junior? Getting a marriage certificate isn't like having a baby, it won't interfere with your studies." Chen Lu shrugged. "Getting a certificate can even add credits. I don't have many other good qualities, but I'm kind-hearted, so I'll help you out!"

"The earliest we can expect is 276 days..."

"Oh~"

Chen Lu looked like he had just realized something. "I didn't know before that Mu Zhimu is not only a great painter, but also a mathematician. He can recite the number of days without even having to calculate it."

He rested his chin on his hand, looking at her with ill intent.

"I... I'm just quick at calculating..."

"How many days are left until the anniversary of the first time we met?"

"96 days."

As soon as Chen Lu finished speaking, Liang Zhirou immediately raised her chin slightly and blurted out with some pride.

Hmph, now you should believe I was quick with my calculations, right? Why don't you hurry up and praise your girlfriend for being smart?

Just as the girl was relieved, she suddenly saw a satisfied smile on Chen Lu's face.

Liang Zhirou was stunned, and suddenly began to suspect that the question she had just asked was just a trap he had set.

How many more times will she fall for this guy's tricks?!

"And what about next year's Mid-Autumn Festival?" As expected, Chen Lu asked again.

"And...and..."

Liang Zhirou's cheeks grew redder and redder, and she couldn't utter a single word. She wasn't actually quick at calculating; she just remembered everything every day.

After a while, she gave him a wronged and angry look, then ran to the sofa to continue burying her head in the sand like an ostrich.

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