Chapter 98 How long has it been since we ate out together...?
Zheng Hao said with some emotion, "I've been working for almost ten years, and this is the first time I've heard someone say that."
Even the comic books I read as a child, which told stories about workers in state-owned factories, depicted them as diligent, hardworking, and even willing to sacrifice their lives for others and to protect state property. Later, when I worked in a state-owned factory, this same spirit was promoted.
But today her wife told her that no one is more important than work.
Tang Mingli thought to herself that she had only come to this realization after dying from overwork, but she could never actually say it out loud.
All she could say was, "As the saying goes, you have to live a long life to do good things. Only when you are alive can things continue, and only when you are good can things have meaning."
Zheng Hao nodded repeatedly, finding the words very reasonable.
Finally, at Tang Mingli and Fu Ci's insistence, Zheng Hao closed the shop and left work early.
With only the two of them left, Fu Ci asked his wife if she really wanted to eat at that restaurant.
Tang Mingli looked blank and asked, "Which one?"
He had clearly forgotten what he had said before.
Fu Ci smiled, and couldn't help but raise his right hand, bend his index finger, and gently wipe her face, helping her recall: "The one you were talking about with Zheng Hao earlier."
Tang Mingli remembered.
The newly opened restaurant looked quite nice, but she didn't really want to eat Chinese food. She only suggested it because she thought Zheng Hao might not go if it wasn't convenient.
Now that it's just the two of them, they naturally have to eat what they prefer.
Just as she was about to say that she still preferred to eat at a foreign restaurant, Li Zheng came downstairs.
Seeing that Fu Ci and Tang Mingli were still there, he blurted out in surprise, "Why haven't you left yet?"
Only after saying that did he realize that his words were inappropriate, as they sounded rushed. He quickly explained to Tang Mingli, "Sister-in-law, don't misunderstand. Fu Ci was in a hurry to leave, so I thought you had already left."
Tang Mingli quickly replied, "I understand what you mean. Don't be nervous. I won't misunderstand you so easily."
"Good to know." Li Zhengdao breathed a sigh of relief, then looked around for his real target, but couldn't find him. He wondered to himself, "Where did Zheng Hao go?"
Fu Ci told her, "She just left. She had something to do at home, so I told her to leave work early."
Li Zhengdao was somewhat annoyed, "I should have come down earlier."
Seeing his expression, Fu Ci asked another question: "Do you need to see her?"
The person has already left, so we can only deal with it tomorrow at work.
To everyone's surprise, Li Zhengdao said, "I want her to buy me food."
This answer left people somewhat speechless, and Fu Ci couldn't help but say to him, "How difficult is it for you to walk a few steps to get a meal?"
"That's not difficult," Li Zhengdao smiled, "but I'm just trying to make the most of every minute." Besides, since Fu resigned and shifted his work focus to Shenzhen, he's often the only one working overtime.
Eating alone is no fun, so she started asking Zheng Hao to buy her meals more and more frequently.
"Never mind, since Zheng Hao has already gone back, I'll just go out and grab something to eat by myself." Li Zhengdao looked at Fu Ci with a couple and felt a pang of jealousy, so he deliberately said, "You'll have to come back and work overtime alone after you've eaten your fill."
He emphasized the person, but Fu Cicai didn't take his words to heart. He even joked with him, "If you're not married, what are you trying to do if you're not working hard in your career?"
"Look at what you're saying," Li Zhengdao said through gritted teeth.
Does he want to be single?
He dreams of having a wife, but he hasn't met the right person yet.
He told Fu Ci, "Not every man is as lucky as you, finding such a good wife so easily and so early."
The sentence used so many "so"s that it almost made Fu Ci dizzy.
He took Tang Mingli's hand and said, "Let's go."
Worried that Li Zhengdao would get involved, he didn't even dare to tell Qu about having dinner.
Fu Ci knew Li Zhengdao to some extent. If Li Zhengdao knew they were going to have dinner out, Fu Ci might shamelessly pester him.
Fortunately, Tang Mingli understood her husband's hint, and he continued to squeeze her hand tightly.
So I just smiled and said goodbye without saying anything.
Before leaving, Li Zhengdao muttered to himself, praying that God would send him a wife soon.
Tang Mingli heard this and couldn't help but laugh.
Since we're already outside, we're not afraid of being found out.
"I never expected that your partner would have such a funny personality."
Fu Ci wholeheartedly agrees that Li Zhengdao has a funny personality.
But jokes aside, he is indeed a very reliable partner.
This year, he has handled almost everything in Guangcheng by himself, and he has done a great job without making any mistakes.
Tang Mingli had no doubt about what Fu Ci said.
Although she didn't know Li Zhengdao, she did know Fu Ci. He wouldn't choose an unreliable partner to start a business together.
After stopping talking about Li Zhengdao, Tang Mingli pondered what to eat for dinner.
She really wanted to try something different, but there weren't many foreign restaurants in Guangzhou, and she had already tried them all.
Seeing his wife's distress over food, Fu Ci suggested, "How about we go eat hot pot?"
It's cold, so hot pot is perfect.
However, Tang Mingli was conflicted: "I need to wash my hair before eating hot pot."
It was cold, and she didn't want to wash her hair.
Fu Ci laughed, "It's just washing your hair, what's so difficult about that?"
"Do you have a solution?" Tang Mingli turned her head to look at him.
Fu Ci nodded, lowered his head, and said seriously in her ear, "I'll help you wash."
This man...
Tang Mingli blushed involuntarily.
She snorted and turned away from him, silently thinking to herself, "I don't want him to wash my hair with ulterior motives."
However, in the end, she couldn't resist the temptation of hot pot and followed Fu Ci to a very delicious hot pot restaurant.
One thing that makes eating hot pot different from other restaurants is the speed at which the food is served.
The two ordered their food, and soon all the dishes were served, but the soup in the pot hadn't boiled yet.
We can only wait.
Perfect timing! Wasn't he teasing her earlier by offering to give her a bath? Now it's her turn to get revenge.
Tang Mingli first asked Fu Ci in suspense, "Do you know what Zheng Hao said about you to me?"
"You mean me?" Fu Ci's eyes were originally on the hot pot, but he looked up when he heard this.
Tang Mingli nodded solemnly: "Yes."
"What did he say about me?"
"you guess."
After pretending to ponder for a moment, Fu Ci said, "You mean I'm a very capable boss?"
"You're so vain," Tang Mingli laughed and scolded, then decisively revealed the truth: "She said you often mention me."
I thought Fu Ci would be a little shy, but who knew he'd cultivated such shamelessness.
He said without batting an eye, "Yes, what she said is true."
Now it was Tang Mingli's turn to feel a little embarrassed, but she couldn't resist her curiosity and asked, "Why?"
One of them is the boss, and the other is the employee. If they're going to talk, they should be talking about work. Why would they bring up someone as unrelated as her?
Tang Mingli's heart suddenly pounded wildly.
Fu Ci couldn't explain why, but often, the conversation would suddenly turn to her.
He looked at Tang Mingli seriously and said, "Maybe it's because I married a very good wife, and I can't help but show her off to everyone."
If you only listened to these words, you would definitely think he was joking, but the way he looked at himself was so serious and his tone was so sincere that it was impossible to tell whether he was joking or serious.
Tang Mingli was suddenly very moved and blurted out, "You're absolutely right, you really are the good husband."
Ambitious, responsible, and has successfully shouldered the burden of family responsibilities.
A man like that, anyone who marries him should be able to live a good life.
Tang Mingli thought so, and she said so.
Fu Ci shook his head after hearing this, "Actually, quite the opposite. I think you could live a good life no matter who you marry."
He was boring, he was always busy, but she always managed to find ordinary joy in the otherwise monotonous days.
Fortunately, she married him, allowing him to experience some ordinary happiness as well.
This assessment made Tang Mingli feel too guilty, and she didn't even dare to look Fu Ci in the eye.
How could she possibly be happy no matter who she marries? She knows herself all too well.
Just a salted fish who's tired of trying.
In other words, Fu Ci herself is outstanding enough, and the Fu family is well-off enough, so that her shortcomings can be overlooked.
Otherwise, try it on an ordinary person or an ordinary family. No matter how outstanding their qualities are, they can't outweigh the fact that they are lazy and love to eat.
Seeing his wife remain silent, Fu Ci continued, "I'm telling the truth. You know how boring I am; I used to only think about work. If it weren't for your subtle influence that changed me so much, I might..."
At this point, Fu Ci paused, pondering what words to use to describe his past self.
Finally, he used the term his wife had once used—work machine.
Tang Mingli quickly shook her head.
Even if Fu Ci only has work in his eyes and heart, he is definitely not a work machine.
Work machines have no self; they can only blindly follow orders. But what we do is based on our own pursuits.
He was pursuing his dreams and contributing to the country.
Therefore, Tang Mingli forbade him to talk about himself like that.
"In short, listen to me, you're great."
He is good, and many people in this era are good.
They are energetic, with dreams and aspirations.
I only met Zheng Hao today, and even Tang Mingmei, who once had a mysterious obsession with her work, are both a hundred times better than her in this regard.
Just as Tang Mingli's emotions were fluctuating, the soup in the pot came to a boil, immediately diverting her attention.
She picked up a plate of snowflake beef, poured it down, and said to Fu Ci with a smile, "Let's eat the best stuff first."
Fu Ci smiled, noticing that his wife had been a little agitated, and changed the subject accordingly.
"Eat the snowflake beef first, then the pork belly."
He knew her habits, otherwise he wouldn't have placed the plate of meat where it was most convenient for her.
Beef should not be cooked for too long, otherwise it will become tough.
A few seconds later, Tang Mingli scooped up the plate of beef and shared it with the two of them.
The tender and juicy snowflake beef is incredibly satisfying to the taste buds the moment it enters the mouth.
Tang Mingli kept praising how delicious it was while eating.
Fu Ci smiled as he watched her eat piece after piece of beef, and suddenly his appetite was whetted as well.
However, he knew he couldn't just focus on eating tonight. So, after only tasting a bite of beef, he saw that his wife had already devoured most of the meat on her plate, so he quickly poured another plate of other dishes into the pot.
One person kept adding vegetables to the pot at just the right time, while the other kept eating. The two worked together seamlessly until they had eaten almost all the dishes they ordered, leaving only a plate of greens.
Tang Mingli ate with great satisfaction. After taking a sip of room-temperature juice, she couldn't help but say, "Eating hot pot with you is still the happiest thing."
Their mouths never stop eating; they eat constantly, not only until they're full, but also until they're well-fed.
Fu Ci knew her preferences too well; he knew what she wanted to eat first without her even having to say anything.
Fu Ci smiled and replied, "Me too."
He attended many dinner parties that year, but he was truly happiest when he ate with his wife.
Or rather, only when eating with my wife do I truly feel like I'm enjoying a meal, with the food itself being the main focus.
Those dinner parties, despite the abundance of delicious food, seemed to serve as mere embellishments.
He felt in his heart that this shouldn't be the case, but it seemed that this was the rule of society.
Thinking about all this, Fu Ci suddenly sighed, "How long has it been since we ate out together?"
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