Moreover, I don't know where the inspiration came from, but a phrase popped into my head: "Flowers for a beautiful woman."
Yes, at that moment, Zhang Jizhou felt that these flowers, blooming in full glory and in all their vibrant colors, were especially like Fang Yan—beautiful, energetic, and optimistic.
"I really love this bouquet, thank you!"
Fang Yan leaned closer and took a sniff.
The wildflowers were just picked, and the petals still shimmered in the sunlight.
“This bouquet of flowers?” Zhang Jizhou caught the key point in his words.
Fang Yan took the opportunity to express her thoughts, "Well, rather than liking the bouquet itself, I like the thought you put into picking and giving it to me."
"In other words, even if you don't have the time or the means to go up the mountain to pick flowers in the future, I would still appreciate it if you could think of me from time to time and personally prepare some small gifts for me."
In her previous life, she had seen many successful men who would have their assistants prepare birthday or even wedding anniversary gifts for their wives.
What's even more despicable is that some scumbag philanderers also have illicit relationships with their assistants.
It's utterly disgusting to send a mistress to prepare gifts for the wife.
Oh, speaking of this, Fang Yan also remembered that there are also scumbags who take their mistresses to buy luxury brand items, give the genuine products to the mistresses, and give the freebies to the wives.
Fang Yan brought this up specifically to tell Zhang Jizhou in advance that if he becomes more successful and busy with many affairs, he won't have time to send me gifts, and that's fine, but please don't let others pick out gifts for me.
I don't know what she was thinking, but Fang Yan had a similar experience before. A very, very good friend gave her a brand new designer handbag on the joyous occasion of her recovery from a serious illness and her rebirth.
However, neither the style nor the color of the bag was to her liking.
Later, she found out by chance that her good friend was very busy and had asked her assistant to buy her the gift.
In some circles and relationships, giving gifts is merely a means of maintaining those relationships; it's about saving face, and naturally, only high-end and luxurious items can be given.
affection?
How much is it worth?
Fang Yan believes that if the relationship is unusual, such as that between husband and wife or close friends, there is no need to follow the usual social circles.
Otherwise, the gift would lose its meaning.
Anyway, when she received that gift, she felt like the other person was just completing a task, which made her feel uncomfortable for a long time.
She had intended to give Zhang Jizhou a heads-up beforehand, but as they talked, she remembered the news she had seen online: "The real product is given to the mistress, and the free gift is given to the wife."
It seems that letting men choose for themselves isn't necessarily a reliable approach!
However, given Zhang Jizhou's profession, I've heard they're very strict about his lifestyle. As long as he wants to stay in the military, he probably won't dare to mess around in that area.
Zhang Jizhou understood what she meant, "Yes, the gifts I give you in the future, even if they aren't handmade by me, will still be personally selected by me."
I won't rely on others.
He is a man of his word; he will always keep his promises.
Later, he indeed devoted his life to fulfilling this promise.
Fang Yan sniffed the wildflowers again, then said to the man with a smile, "Okay, then I'll wait."
"Okay, sure."
Looking at her radiant yet unassuming smile blooming in the sunlight, Zhang Jizhou felt a flutter of unprecedented excitement in his heart, as if something had gently brushed against the tip of his heart.
The thrill brought even greater longing.
However, he was afraid that Fang Yan would have a bad impression of him.
Zhang Jizhou did not dare to give in to his desires and made any move, quietly suppressing all the desires that were not yet suitable for him.
Other people's dates involve strolling around town.
That afternoon, Fang Yan and Zhang Jizhou strolled around Lion Roar Ridge at their leisure.
Fortunately, they found several patches of wildflowers, blooming very brightly, like a small flower garden, which was very beautiful.
They also discovered wild grapes, Japanese raisin tree fruit, wild kiwifruit, and oil chestnuts.
"Oh dear! We miscalculated. If we had known there were wild fruits on the mountain, we should have brought a basket with us."
Fang Yan looked heartbroken.
Zhang Jizhou comforted her, "If you want, I'll come back and pick them tomorrow."
This wild grape vine grows in a tricky and hidden spot, making it difficult for children to find.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have survived until now.
"However, the wild grapes are so sour, even if we pick a basketful, we won't be able to finish them all."
Zhang Jizhou didn't want to eat a single one.
He would only eat this sour stuff when he was training in the field or on a mission and had nothing else to eat.
Normally, he wouldn't even touch it.
"Wild grapes can be used to make wine," Fang Yan said, but then remembered that there weren't many days left until the New Year. If she made wine now, she wouldn't be able to drink it during the New Year. So she changed her mind and said, "They can be made into juice, which is sweet and sour and is perfect for cutting through the greasiness of hot pot."
Hot pot was prepared to treat Zhong Huaizheng. Coincidentally, the day after Zhang Jizhou returned, Fang Yan accidentally saw someone selling duck intestines and mutton, which are excellent ingredients for hot pot.
After freezing the mutton in the kitchen, it was processed into mutton rolls. We also bought a bunch of meatballs, chicken, and other ingredients, and that evening, we enjoyed a delicious hot pot meal.
Zhang Jizhou, who had already woken up but was still unable to eat meat, could only smell the hot pot all night.
Therefore, he also knows what hot pot is.
"Okay, I'll pick all the ripe ones tomorrow."
Upon hearing that Fang Yan could make juice from wild grapes, Zhang Jizhou had no more worries. "Gather more of those wild grapes over there too. Throw a few in when you're starting a fire; they'll smell wonderful."
"I wonder if Fang Yan has ever eaten this before," Zhang Jizhou said to her.
The oil chestnut and the chestnut belong to the same family, but the oil chestnut is much smaller than the chestnut.
The local fried pine nuts are even smaller, small, round, and pink, and they smell amazing.
"I ate a few at Aunt De's house, they were very fragrant," Fang Yan said, "much more fragrant than chestnuts." She especially liked them. "You should pick more tomorrow, and we'll have braised chicken with fried pine nuts for dinner tomorrow night."
"good."
A hint of expectation crept into Zhang Jizhou's smiling eyes, and he softened his voice to coax her, "Tomorrow, tell Dr. Zhong that none of the dishes you make are greasy, so I can eat as much as I want, okay?"
This big man looked at her with such a wronged expression.
Fang Yan even wondered if, if he were to observe more closely how Xiao Yuzai usually acted affectionately towards her, Zhang Jizhou might follow suit and act affectionately towards her next time.
"I'm not a doctor, this still needs Dr. Zhong's help."
To be honest, looking at him was like looking at a big, pitiful wolfhound, begging her to plead for him. Fang Yan really couldn't refuse.
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