Xiang Qiu opened the bag and saw a small round mirror inside with the character for "happiness" on it.
"Huimin, Xiuxiu, thank you so much. I really like this mirror."
"Don't worry, Sister Qiu, there's still my gift to give you," Xia Qingqing said at the right moment.
She took out a pair of red butterfly hair clips from her handbag and handed them to Xiang Qiu: "The hair clips aren't expensive, they're just a token of my affection. I wish you a happy engagement."
"Thank you, Qingqing, I love it so much," Xiang Qiu said, taking the hair clip with a touched expression. She had never seen such a beautiful hair clip before.
Compared to expensive gifts, Xiang Qiu prefers small, beautiful, and practical gifts that won't make people feel burdened.
Liu Huimin and Chen Xiu both looked at the pair of bright red butterfly hair clips with envy.
"Qingqing, did you buy these hair clips at a department store? I've never seen such pretty hair clips for sale at a department store. Did you buy them at Friendship Store?"
"Um... this hair clip wasn't bought in Beijing. I had a friend send it from Shanghai. I guess they don't sell this style of hair clip in Beijing yet," Xia Qingqing said casually, making up an excuse.
Actually, Zhou Wei bought these hair clips for her when she asked Zhou Wei to buy other things before. Since these hair clips weren't expensive, Zhou Wei bought her a whole bag of them, including not only red butterfly hair clips but also many other styles.
Chen Xiu looked at Xia Qingqing with sparkling eyes and asked, "Qingqing, I really like this hair clip. Could you please ask your friend to get me a pair too?"
She was a little embarrassed after she finished speaking. She was usually a bit mild-mannered, so it was rare to see her so interested in something.
Xia Qingqing readily agreed: "Of course! What color do you want? I'll write to my friend about it next time."
“I want pink, but any other color is fine too,” Chen Xiu said, her eyes shining.
"Sister Huimin, do you like them? Do you want me to get you a pair too?" Xia Qingqing asked Liu Huimin.
Liu Huimin quickly nodded: "Of course I want it, I like blue. How much is it? I'll give you the money first."
Xia Qingqing quickly waved her hand to refuse: "No need, we'll talk about it when the hair clip arrives."
"Hey, then this hair clip is our sister hair clip! Next time we go out, we can wear the same hair clip," Xiang Qiu laughed happily, not minding at all that her best friend was using the same hair clip as her.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door: "Qiuqiu, the food is ready, you can eat now."
"Please sit down first, I'll go get the dishes for Zhihong," Xiang Qiu said, then opened the door and went out.
Liu Huimin was somewhat surprised: "It's actually Comrade Wang who's cooking?"
She also wondered why Xiang Qiu had been chatting with them the whole time, assuming that Wang Zhihong had gone to the state-run restaurant to get takeout.
"Yes, I was a little surprised too," Xia Qingqing said with a smile.
Soon after, Xiang Qiu and Wang Zhihong brought out all the dishes, a total of six dishes, which looked quite appetizing.
Wang Zhihong said somewhat nervously, "My cooking skills are just so-so, please make do with what you have."
He didn't know how to cook before; he was forced to learn during the years he was sent to the countryside as an educated youth.
"How could that be? It looks delicious," Liu Huimin said, picking up a piece of meat and putting it in her mouth. Although the taste wasn't as good as what the chefs at state-run restaurants made, it was still quite good.
She gave Wang Zhihong a thumbs up: "Delicious! Our Qiu-jie is so lucky to have found such a capable partner."
"You flatter me. It's just average cooking. I'm glad you don't find it bad," Wang Zhihong said with a slight smile, clearly pleased.
Of course, it's normal to be happy. Anyone who cooks a meal will be happy to receive praise.
"It's already pretty good. My husband can even burn the pot when he's just stir-frying vegetables," Liu Huimin said, rolling her eyes silently. She thought to herself that it was necessary to teach Qi Yongkang how to cook properly, otherwise how could he compete with the others?
After the meal, Wang Zhihong volunteered to wash the dishes in the kitchen, leaving Xiang Qiu to chat with the others.
Liu Huimin said in an exaggerated tone, "Sister Qiu, your husband Wang is too considerate. He's going to scare my husband Qi to death."
How many men these days are willing to cook and wash dishes? A good man like Wang Zhihong is truly rare.
Of course, Xiang Qiu and he are not married yet. If he can be consistent in his words and deeds after they get married, then Sister Qiu will really have struck gold.
"He's just so-so. Don't keep praising him to his face, or he'll get arrogant," Xiang Qiu said, suppressing a laugh. To be honest, she was quite satisfied with Wang Zhihong's performance recently.
Liu Huimin winked at her: "Don't worry, I understand."
The group chatted happily for a long time, and when it was almost time, Xia Qingqing suggested that she go home.
Liu Huimin also glanced at the time and realized it was already past 4 pm: "Xiuxiu, let's go back to school first."
"Wait, I'll go back to school with you guys too. I'll go talk to Zhihong," Xiang Qiu said as she ran to the next room.
Because Xiang Qiu and Wang Zhihong are not officially married yet, it is not appropriate for them to live together directly. Therefore, she has not stayed overnight in the house since it was renovated.
After seeing everyone off, Wang Zhihong was about to return to his room when Aunt Huang stopped him, saying, "Zhihong, I have a question for you."
“Please speak, ma’am,” Wang Zhihong said with a faint smile.
"That classmate of your wife's, the prettiest one, does she really have a boyfriend?" Aunt Huang asked, still somewhat unwilling to give up.
As soon as she mentioned the prettiest one, Wang Zhihong knew who she was referring to.
He smiled and nodded: "Yes, her boyfriend is a senior from the same university as me."
"So she really does have a boyfriend," Aunt Huang was extremely disappointed. She had originally held onto a sliver of hope that the young girl had deliberately lied to her.
Wang Zhihong asked in confusion, "Aunt Huang, what's wrong?"
Grandma Huang smiled bitterly, "I'm just worried about my eldest grandson's marriage. I wish he could be as sensible as you."
Actually, she doesn't care what kind of granddaughter-in-law her eldest grandson finds, as long as she's a woman and can have children, she won't object.
However, her eldest grandson has much higher standards than her. He has been to many places but hasn't found anyone he likes. Otherwise, she wouldn't have immediately taken a liking to Xia Qingqing the moment she saw her.
"Don't be too anxious, Auntie. Fate is something that can't be predicted. It will come at any time," Wang Zhihong patiently comforted Aunt Huang.
Grandma Huang waved her hand: "You don't understand. I'm so old, I don't know how many more years I have to live. My only wish is to hold my great-grandson before I die."
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