After Jiang Ci finished her rest, she had to go back to work. Zhou Mingli got up with her, and after breakfast, he followed Jiang Ci to the conference building.
The conference building has many meeting rooms, and these rooms are not always in use; they are often rented out. There is also a memorial exhibition hall on the first floor that is open to the public.
All you need to do is pay for the entrance fee.
Zhou Mingli paid the money and successfully entered the conference building.
Jiang Ci glanced at her watch and said to Zhou Mingli, "I have four meetings to attend today, so I may not have any free time."
"Christine is giving a speech on the third floor today, you can go."
Zhou Mingli raised his hand and gently patted her back, "Wait for you to rest at noon."
Jiang Ci nodded and soon went inside with her colleagues.
Zhou Mingli didn't feel bored at all while strolling around by himself, and he carefully looked through all the exhibition halls on the first floor.
A group of young people poured in from outside; they seemed to be the audience for Christine's lecture.
Once everyone had gone up, Zhou Mingli slowly made his way up and found a corner seat in the tiered conference room where Christine had given her lecture.
Christine's main research area is semiconductors, but she has also made significant contributions to optics and quantum mechanics.
Zhou Mingli found it hard to believe that Christine, who loves Chinese food so much, could be associated with the person who is now giving a lecture and talking eloquently about how semiconductor physics and quantum mechanics will be new fields of scientific development in the future.
By the time Christine's lecture ended, more than half of the morning had passed.
He was surrounded by students who asked him a few more questions before he finally relaxed.
Christine spotted a familiar face sitting in the corner above the tiered conference hall halfway through her speech.
He was quite surprised that Zhou Mingli had come to listen to his lecture. After discussing with the students, he went to meet this friend who was quite good at making Eastern cuisine.
Zhou Mingli didn't discuss anything too profound with him, but only answered Christine's questions.
For example, what is their country like now? Is it as poor as the legends say, even poorer than Africa, where people can't even get enough to eat, or is it plagued by internal strife, with people's lives threatened day and night?
Zhou Mingli replied: "Would a poor country have so much delicious food, Christine?"
Our country is very safe, extremely safe, Christine. You can't understand our country just by listening to what others say.
If you have the chance, you should visit our country.
The idea that Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli had stirred up in Christine yesterday is starting to resurface.
He is a gourmand who loves food.
He used to love going to Chinatown, where the food was unlike anything he'd found in other restaurants in New York City.
Jiang Ci's cooking made him feel that the food in Chinatown was a little lacking.
After eating the dozens of dishes that Zhou Mingli personally prepared last night, Christine realized that perhaps the cuisine of Jiang Ci's country was the food she had been longing for.
Christine really wanted to go. He swallowed hard and said, "Zhou, could you please cook me a few more meals of your country's cuisine?"
Zhou Mingli casually said, "I'll be preparing lunch for my wife at noon, so I can prepare an extra portion for you."
Christine gave Zhou Mingli a warm hug, "Thank you! My friend!!"
Zhou Mingli then subtly pushed the person away.
At noon, Jiang Ci looked at the lunch Zhou Mingli had prepared for her, then glanced at Christine, her gaze finally settling on Zhou Mingli.
Zhou Mingli opened the lunchbox, pushed it in front of her, and handed her chopsticks. "Eat up."
Jiang Ci said quietly, "It seems I benefited from Christine's presence today."
Zhou Mingli chuckled, "We have to trick this person into coming back to China."
Jiang Ci took a bite of chicken and mumbled, "Then you'd better work hard. He has an independent laboratory at Harbin University. Delicious food may not be enough to make him abandon his research and follow you."
“How do you know if you don’t try?”
The two communicated in Chinese, which Christine couldn't understand, but his attention wasn't on the couple; he was happily eating the braised chicken that Zhou Mingli had made.
Time always flies when two people are together.
Jiang Ci still felt that he had only arrived in New York City yesterday, and now he had to leave today.
She woke up even earlier than Zhou Mingli, which was unusual for her.
I checked the time; it was only five o'clock.
There are still three hours before I start work.
Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli slept on her 1.5-meter single bed.
Jiang Ci sighed and buried her head in Zhou Mingli's soft chest.
Zhou Mingli let out a low groan.
He held Jiang Ci's hand and rubbed the back of her head, then pressed it down and hugged her tightly.
So that she can eat more.
He woke up, hissing softly.
Jiang Ci remained silent. "I didn't bite hard."
Zhou Mingli chuckled softly, still drowsy from just waking up, "Baby, you bit it until it bled last night."
They're nibbling and licking at me right now, it's stinging.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ci stopped eating and buried her head in his neck.
rare.
Jiang Ci was acting coquettishly towards him.
Zhou Mingli held Jiang Ci's hand and lay down on his side so that Jiang Ci could be more comfortable.
Jiang Ci asked in a muffled voice, "What time is your flight today?"
“There’s only one class, at four in the afternoon,” Zhou Mingli replied in a low voice.
"Then I'll take the afternoon off and go see you off."
Zhou Mingli gently stroked her hair, saying, "You still have to go to work, but I can go by myself. I can't let you miss work."
Jiang Ci looked up. "Am I the kind of person who only cares about work and not about people?"
Zhou Mingli's gaze met hers in the darkness.
Strangely, there was no light in the room, but he could somehow find her gaze.
Zhou Mingli flipped over again, and the two switched positions, one on top of the other.
A soft sigh followed the kiss.
Jiang Ci was speechless, feeling his kiss.
"I don't think so."
"I just don't want to leave when you see me off."
Zhou Mingli didn't want Jiang Ci to deliver it, but Jiang Ci didn't agree.
She has legs and feet, so she can go wherever she wants.
Jiang Ci got up at 8:30 and went to work as usual. Zhou Mingli packed his luggage. Jiang Ci took the afternoon off at noon.
Several colleagues asked him to help send letters to their families. Zhou Mingli couldn't carry any extra things, so it was already very kind of him to help them deliver the letters. They couldn't ask for too much.
Zhou Mingli's luggage mainly contained things he brought for his family.
Seeing Jiang Ci return, Zhou Mingli could only feel helpless, with a deep reluctance at the impending separation and not knowing when they would see each other again.
“I’ll come again next year.” Zhou Mingli held her hand tightly, barely letting go from the moment they left the apartment until they arrived at the airport.
Jiang Ci said, "You should focus on doing your own business well. My term here is far from over."
Zhou Mingli hummed softly and gently rubbed her earlobe with his fingers. "Don't be stingy with money."
"Jiang Ci, my money is for you to earn."
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