Chapter 99 The hand on her waist suddenly tightened...
How long has it been since the two of them ate out together?
Tang Mingli was unaware; she couldn't even recall the last time the two of them had eaten out together.
However, Fu Ci remembered telling her, "That time I also stayed for more than half a month before coming back. You said that a new dessert shop opened near my home and that it was delicious, and you insisted on taking me to try it."
As he spoke, a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.
His life would be so boring without his wife.
People often say that life is nothing more than food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, which means that he has at least a quarter of happiness.
Fu Ci mentioned that Tang Mingli also remembered it.
That's absolutely right, the desserts at that dessert shop are really delicious.
That day, she really wanted to go for dessert, but she couldn't keep dragging her grandmother along; older people can't eat too many sweets, or their blood sugar will spike. Since she was already at home, she figured she might as well go along.
Tang Mingli was surprised that he remembered, and she couldn't quite describe her feelings at that moment.
Happiness? Warmth?
None of these are sufficient to describe it.
Although it was the dead of winter, her heart felt as warm as if it were bathed in warm sunshine.
In this noisy world, there is someone who silently remembers everything related to you. This subtle expression of emotion, seeping into your life, is worth more than a thousand words.
Why aren't you saying anything?
His wife remained silent for a long time, which made Fu Ci unable to help but ask a question.
Tang Mingli whispered, "I'm digesting it."
Fu Ci assumed she was referring to digesting her food and immediately asked with concern, "Did you eat too much?"
Before Tang Mingli could answer, he had already begun to feel annoyed.
He knew when they were ordering that they had ordered a lot of different dishes, and this portion would definitely be too much. He had intended to eat more himself so she could try more dishes. But seeing how much she enjoyed her meal, he couldn't bear to stop her.
It shouldn't have been done. I know she's childlike and easily loses control when faced with delicious food...
"I'm processing what you just said."
Fu Ci was feeling annoyed when he suddenly heard these words and was clearly stunned.
Is there anything about his words that I need to digest?
Tang Mingli was all too familiar with Fu Ci's thoughtful demeanor, and seeing that he was about to put his mind to work, she quickly tried to divert his attention.
"It's too late, let's go back." As she spoke, she subconsciously touched her hair, which was almost waist-length.
I need to wash my hair when I get back, what a hassle.
Maybe she should get a short haircut.
Tang Mingli thought this way and said it.
Fu Ci got anxious. He loved her thick, black hair and was afraid that she would cut it to chin length like she had done a long time ago, just to avoid the hassle of washing it.
Of course, she looks great with short hair too. But it's still heartbreaking to think that she slowly grew her hair out day by day and took such good care of it, only to cut it off on a whim.
"If you find washing your hair troublesome, I'll wash it for you." Because she was in a hurry, Fu Ci unconsciously raised her voice.
Tang Mingli nervously looked around.
Fortunately, that's the good thing about Chinese restaurants; the lively atmosphere during meals meant no one heard what Fu Ci was saying.
But she still didn't want to come back again, so she urged him to leave, pay, and go.
The place where they ate was not far from the family compound; it didn't even take ten minutes by bus.
When they got home, the Fu family had just finished watching a prime-time TV series.
Seeing them return, Madam Fu asked with a smile, "What delicious food did you eat out tonight?"
"That hot pot restaurant on West Street."
As soon as Tang Mingli mentioned it, the Fu family all knew which family it was.
After living with her for several years, who hasn't occasionally eaten and drunk with her?
Suddenly, Madam Fu and Old Madam Fu also felt like eating and discussed when they could go out to eat together again.
Tang Mingli smiled and said, "I'm available anytime you want."
However, when eating hot pot with my mother-in-law and grandmother, the flavors need to be milder, unlike when I'm with Fu Ci, where I can have a very spicy half-and half-and half pot.
I don't know if it's because I haven't eaten something this spicy in a long time, but my stomach feels a bit churning.
Tang Mingli clutched her stomach and said cryptically, "I'm going upstairs now, I'm in a bit of a hurry."
Madam Fu and her mother immediately understood what she meant and quickly asked her to go upstairs.
Seeing this, Fu Ci realized that he couldn't help much by going up there now, so he stayed and chatted with his family for a while.
After watching the TV program, the Fu family wanted to have a good chat with him, since it had been a long time since they had sat down and talked like this.
They first inquired about his situation in Shenzhen, and when they learned that things were starting to get on track, they were all very happy and proud of him.
However, when Fu Ci explained that he might have to stay there for most of next year, the Fu family elders, who had been chatting and laughing, suddenly didn't know what to say.
They certainly support his decision to resign from his career. They are also not unprepared for the possibility that he will spend most of his time there.
There is always a trade-off between gaining and losing; how can one succeed without making sacrifices?
But when that day is almost here, it's a different feeling altogether.
Mrs. Fu sighed and asked, "Have you found a place to stay?"
Fu Ci nodded: "The factory dormitory."
"The dormitory..."
This term is so distant for my mother; she only lived in the company dormitory for a short period of time when she first started working.
Perhaps it's because I've lived here for so long, but looking back now, the conditions in the dormitory back then were indeed quite tough.
With such harsh living conditions, it's fortunate that her daughter-in-law doesn't have to go with her... That's why she thought this way, and Fu's mother quickly reflected on her actions.
How could she secretly rejoice knowing that her son was about to live in harsh conditions?
But I just can't stop thinking like this.
Mingli is already spoiled and pampered; she really can't endure these hardships.
To put her mind at ease, Fu's mother instructed, "It's not the same over there as at home, so take good care of yourself."
Saying this makes it seem as if it proves that they are not actually too biased.
Fu Ci nodded, "I will."
Fu's mother: "Call home more often when you have time."
Fu Ci nodded again, "I will."
Fu's mother: "..."
Talking to this son is exhausting; he just farts every time I hit him.
How did she manage to survive all those years before her daughter-in-law entered the family?
I can't even imagine it.
Her son's greatest achievement was probably marrying Mingli, a wife whose temperament suited her perfectly.
When Mrs. Fu ran out of things to say, Old Madam Fu seized the opportunity to chime in.
“When you’re not busy, you should come back more often. Even if you don’t come back to see us, you should at least see Mingli. We’re getting old, and a peaceful life is a blessing. But Mingli is still young; she’s seven years younger than you. Don’t neglect her just because you’re focused on work.”
Hearing her grandmother say that he was seven years younger, Fu Ci felt a slight pang of pain and corrected her, "He is six years and three months old."
The elders like to use the traditional Chinese age system, so even though he is six years and three months older than his wife, he is still quite old.
According to the rounding method, he is only six years older.
Sigh, but even in those six years, he felt that he was really much older than his wife.
Especially given how busy he has been this year, working tirelessly under the sun and wind, I wonder if he will age faster?
Fu Ci was already somewhat distracted by what Grandma Fu was saying next, his mind preoccupied with whether he had aged a lot in the past year.
I don't think so.
He offered his condolences to himself.
A doctor friend of his once said that, under normal circumstances, men age more resiliently than women. This is because of hormonal differences between men and women, plus the fact that men's skin is thicker than women's.
It's not wrong to criticize men for being shameless; men's skin is indeed thicker than women's.
Looking at the time, Fu Ci realized his wife had been upstairs for over ten minutes, so he got up and went upstairs.
Before Grandpa Fu could even open his mouth and say anything, his grandson turned his back on him.
Once Fu Ci was out of sight, he burst into laughter in anger.
"Okay, just ignore me, huh? I haven't even said anything yet."
Upon hearing this, the other three members of the Fu family laughed.
Fu Cheng'an comforted him, "Dad, don't say that. I didn't say anything either."
Grandpa Fu responded with a cold snort to his son's words of comfort.
"You've always been a quiet person, not one to talk much."
"Dad, what are you saying? Mom also said that you were a gourd with a sawed mouth when you were young."
The father and son started arguing, which made Old Madam Fu and Fu's mother laugh.
While laughing, Madam Fu said to her husband, "Alright, stop arguing. Your son is just like you."
That's exactly what it means for a son to resemble his father.
If it weren't for Tang Mingli's unexpected turn of events, Fu Ci would probably have ended up in the same situation.
The elders figured that Fu Ci and Tang Mingli probably wouldn't come downstairs again, so after laughing, they all went back to their rooms.
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upstairs.
When Fu Ci came up, Tang Mingli had indeed finished using the restroom, but she looked a little strange sitting on the sofa.
"What's wrong? Did you eat too much?"
Hearing her husband ask again if she had eaten too much, Tang Mingli gave him a rather unfriendly look, even though she had just used up a lot of energy going to the toilet.
"You may not know this, but I eat more now than before."
That's obviously not true. She's just eating a normal adult's amount of food.
Fu Ci was puzzled. "If you're not full, why do you look like your stomach isn't feeling well?"
Tang Mingli: "..."
It's not his fault. This man has very little contact with women, and the only experience he can draw on is from her. Besides, her stomach has always been exceptionally healthy, and she's never had this kind of problem before, so it's normal that he couldn't tell.
After thinking it through, Tang Mingli told him, "I haven't eaten anything this spicy and oily in a long time, and my stomach can't handle it."
She guessed that her stomach upset after eating hot pot tonight was probably related to the fact that she hadn't been careful and had gotten an upset stomach a while ago.
The intervals between feedings were not long enough, and the plants were not properly cared for.
Fortunately, I feel much better now; it's probably because the intestinal regulating pills I took earlier are starting to work.
After calming down, Tang Mingli realized she still needed to wash her hair, so she didn't want to delay any longer and said she wanted to take a shower first.
Fu Ci reached out and pulled his wife, who had just stood up, into his arms, smiling as he said, "I'll wash your hair for you."
The words were spoken in her ear, and the tone was gentler than usual, and the atmosphere seemed to change inexplicably all of a sudden.
Tang Mingli felt that her ears must be very red, because she could feel that both of her earlobes were very hot.
"No," she weakly refused.
Hmph, what do you mean by helping her wash her hair? He's got ulterior motives.
However, on the other hand, after so many years of marriage, their sex life has become more and more harmonious, and they have always been well-behaved, basically not urinating outside the bedroom.
Bathroom play in TV dramas and movies...
Just thinking about it makes my cheeks burn; I can't even imagine how exciting it would be if it actually happened to me.
Pshaw, wasn't she going to refuse? Why is she suddenly longing for it?
No, that's too outrageous.
Fortunately, Fu Ci is very reasonable; he generally won't force her to do something she's refused once.
No sooner had I thought that than I was proven wrong.
Fu Ci pulled off the rubber band that tied her hair, his seriousness almost making people think he had no ulterior motives, and said again, "I'll wash your hair for you."
Tang Mingli: "..."
Her backbone of refusal seemed to have disappeared.
Before she could say no, the hand on her waist suddenly tightened, pulling her closer to him.
Through their thick clothes, their bodies were pressed tightly together.
Even though they were wearing thick clothes, why did she still feel his chest and abdominal muscles?
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