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After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Zheng Nanle picked up the white porcelain box and opened it. The moisturizing cream was green and translucent, gel-like, and looked like jelly. It looked quite delicious.
However, when you scoop it up with your fingers, it has the texture of ice cream, and it melts when you smear it on the back of your hand.
It's very moisturizing.
She didn't know how effective it was, but the scent was quite nice—a light, subtle fragrance, neither strong nor cloying, neither overpowering nor overpowering, like an orchid in a secluded valley. You couldn't smell it if you took a close sniff, but when your attention wasn't on it, a faint fragrance would linger.
Zheng Nanle was in a good mood, pleased with Dr. Lu's attentiveness.
Everything prepared was to her liking.
After applying the lipstick, Zheng Nanle hesitated for a second between the clear lipstick and the pink lipstick, and then chose the pink lipstick.
After applying the ointment, Zheng Nanle looked around the room but couldn't find a mirror, which was a bit of a disappointment.
It was, after all, her first time wearing lipstick in this world.
With her hair casually tied in a low ponytail, Zheng Nanle walked out of the room. Doctor Lu had already cooked dumplings. Seeing Zheng Nanle, he carried the bowl into the main room and said, "Nanle, come and have breakfast."
The main room is spacious, and the dining table and chairs, as well as the sofa and coffee table against the wall, do not take up much space. This spaciousness does not feel empty, but rather exudes a sense of openness and expansiveness, giving people a comfortable feeling and not making them feel cramped or confined.
Zheng Nanle sat down at the table.
The dumplings were made by Lu Guangbai beforehand; he made quite a lot and froze them in the refrigerator. Grandpa Lu was hungry but didn't want to cook, so he steamed a plate of them.
These homemade frozen dumplings taste great whether steamed or boiled.
Zheng Nanle first took a sip of soup, which warmed her stomach, before starting to eat the dumplings.
Dr. Lu's cooking skills were as good as ever. The chili sauce mixed into the soup turned the plain water soup into a delicious dish. Zheng Nanle drank the soup clean and didn't even leave the pickled cowpeas at the bottom of the bowl. After finishing the soup, Zheng Nanle started ordering food. "Tomorrow, in addition to wontons, I also want to eat fried dumplings."
"Okay." Doctor Lu had finished washing up and was eating a plate of steamed dumplings. Hearing this, he looked at Zheng Nanle with gentle eyes, his gaze sticky and affectionate.
When a man and a woman cross that final line, they lose some restraint. The desire hidden beneath etiquette and reason will be revealed in their eyes, fingertips, and in their embrace, like an invisible thread that binds them together, making it hard to separate.
Under such gazes, even Zheng Nanle, who considered herself generous, felt a rare bit shy. She picked up a dumpling from the plate in front of Doctor Lu with her chopsticks, dipped it in the sauce, and said with a mix of reproach and anger, "What are you looking at? Eat your food."
Zheng Nanle doesn't like vinegar, finding it sour and even a bit smelly. However, although Dr. Lu's sauce is quite vinegary, it has a unique flavor when eaten with dumplings. Even the sourness is strangely appealing, stimulating the taste buds and whetting the appetite.
She picked up two more.
Dr. Lu slowed down his eating pace; of the twenty dumplings on the plate, most ended up in Zheng Nanle's stomach.
Seeing Zheng Nanle put down her chopsticks, Doctor Lu reached out to touch Zheng Nanle's stomach.
Zheng Nanle glanced at him and said, "I'm not full."
Zheng Nanle's belly was soft, and there was still some soft flesh when you pinched it. Dr. Lu originally wanted to touch her to see if she was full, but once he put his hand on her belly, he couldn't bear to move it away.
Even through the fabric, the touch brought back the smooth, silky feel of last night's skin. Lu Guangbai's breathing quickened slightly. He wanted to pull his hand back, but couldn't bear to.
Hesitating for a moment, Zheng Nanle pulled his hand away.
She glanced at him and scoffed.
Ah, men.
Dr. Lu immediately understood what Zheng Nanle was mocking, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she stood up and said, "I'll go wash the dishes."
Zheng Nanle returned to her room, rummaged through the closet, and changed into a blue butterfly-collar shirt, a black pleated long skirt, and black leather shoes.
Although the clothes from this era didn't have many designs, they were all quite classic, and you couldn't go wrong with them no matter how you styled them.
As he stepped out of the room, Dr. Lu, having finished washing the dishes, came out of the kitchen. He looked up and saw Zheng Nanle, looking refreshed and poised without a word, and his eyes widened slightly.
He picked out these clothes yesterday, knowing they would look good on Zheng Nanle, but he didn't expect them to look so good.
Like an elegant white swan, it floats leisurely on the lake, causing countless onlookers to feel ripples of spring.
Zheng Nanle raised his chin and asked, "Are you stunned?"
Dr. Lu walked over, wanting to say "You're so beautiful," but he was tongue-tied and couldn't say it, only blushing to himself.
After blushing for a moment, he stammered out a sentence, "Beautiful."
Zheng Nanle was in a good mood, raising his chin and smiling.
Her innate confidence adds an extra layer of captivating charm to her already striking appearance.
It is fiery and dazzling, quite different from the current trend of subtlety and moderation.
But it was equally outstanding.
She beckoned to Doctor Lu with a nonchalant air. Doctor Lu realized what she meant, walked over, bent down, and looked at Zheng Nanle expectantly.
Zheng Nanle did not disappoint him; she pushed him against the wall and leaned back to kiss him.
"Ouch."
Grandpa Lu walked out of the room and then hurried back inside. This commotion startled the couple who were deeply in love. Even Zheng Nanle, who was bold, felt a little embarrassed.
But it was only for a moment. She let go of Lu Guangbai, straightened her clothes and hair, walked to the door, nodded to Grandpa Lu, and said, "Good morning, Grandpa Lu."
"Good morning, good morning." Old Master Lu couldn't stop smiling.
He used to worry that his family background would hold him back, but now that this disadvantage is gone, and his two children have such a good relationship, he can only feel gratified.
"Nanle, how long have you been up? Have you had breakfast yet? Let that brat make it for you, don't be shy, this is your home too."
Grandpa Lu likes girls who are generous and outgoing.
"have eaten."
"Did you come here on official business or on leave? Don't worry, that brat won't betray your relationship. If he dares to have any other thoughts, I'll break his legs."
"I'm taking leave. I've been busy lately, and now that things are settled, I'm taking a vacation."
Zheng Nanle was chatting with Grandpa Lu when Dr. Lu brought over some steamed dumplings. Grandpa Lu picked up his chopsticks and said, "A vacation is great, a vacation is great. Let Guangbai show you around the capital."
"good."
"Grandpa, Nanle and I are going to visit Grandpa Zhang. Is there anything you need us to bring?" Dr. Lu interjected.
“I’ve prescribed some medicine for him,” Old Master Lu put down his chopsticks, took a bag from his room, and handed it to Dr. Lu. “This ointment is for treating rheumatism and joint pain. Apply it once in the morning and once in the evening. This pill is for nourishing the body. Take one pill three times a day to strengthen the body and replenish vital energy. Make sure he takes it properly and doesn’t think the pill is too big to be lazy about taking it.”
Zheng Nanle heard that the dumpling was big and was curious about how big it was, so he opened it to take a look.
Hmm.
Okay, if it were her, she definitely wouldn't be too lazy to eat.
I'm afraid she'll choke to death.
Longan fruits are so big, won't they get stuck in your throat?
It's not that Grandpa Lu can't make the meatballs smaller, but how much more time would it take to roll them into smaller meatballs?
My wrists are also sore.
Let's just make do with this.
Dr. Lu agreed and pushed his bicycle out.
He patted the back of the bicycle.
Zheng Nanle asked, "You don't need to get in the car, I'll jump in?"
"No need, just come up."
Zheng Nanle didn't quite trust him.
If she were wearing pants, she could use her legs to support herself when she swayed unsteadily, but since she was wearing a skirt, she could only sit sideways, and if she fell backward, she had nowhere to lean on.
"You get in the car first, I'll jump in," Zheng Nanle said again.
Lu Guangbai looked at Zheng Nanle with a mournful expression, as if he had been hurt by her distrust, looking sad and dejected.
Zheng Nanle ignored it.
Safety is not something to be taken lightly.
Grandpa Zhang lived in the military compound. It took him almost an hour to cycle there. Even though the weather was cool, Lu Guangbai was sweating profusely when he got off. Zheng Nanle offered to switch places with him and give him a ride, but Lu Guangbai refused.
He's not bluffing, not at all.
Lu Guangbai had come here two or three times in a short period of time. The guard recognized him. When registering his name, the guard asked with a smile, "Did you bring your wife to see Old Master Zhang?"
Lu Guangbai's cheeks flushed, but he did not deny it.
The guard remarked that the man and woman were handsome and beautiful, a perfect match.
He had been thinking of introducing his sister to Lu Guangbai, since someone with such outstanding looks could improve the genes of his family's offspring. He was too late.
The small Western-style house where Grandpa Zhang lived was equipped with a guard and a housekeeper.
Upon seeing Zheng Nanle, Grandpa Zhang was very pleased and repeatedly said, "Good, good."
I don't know whether to praise Zheng Nanle for not losing contact with Lu Guangbai, or to praise Zheng Nanle for doing a good job.
"How many days are you staying in the capital?" Old Master Zhang asked Zheng Nanle to sit down. The housekeeper came forward and poured a cup of tea for the three of them, along with some snacks and washed fruit.
Lu Guangbai handed the fruit he brought to the housekeeper, and the medicine that Grandpa Lu had applied to Grandpa Zhang.
Grandpa Zhang took it and casually put it aside, then looked at Zheng Nanle.
"About twenty days," Zheng Nanle replied.
"Why don't you stay with me for a while?" Old Master Zhang said. "The capital is pretty much the same everywhere else. You might as well keep this old man company, have some tea, and play chess. What do you say, Guangbai?"
"Eh, eh?" Lu Guangbai wasn't exactly stupid, but when the information was ambiguous, he was momentarily confused. He looked at Zheng Nanle and said, "Let's see what Nanle means."
Zheng Nanle understood that Old Master Zhang was implying that things wouldn't be peaceful in the capital.
Although Zheng Nanle's contributions have been concealed, it's hard to guarantee that some people won't act rashly out of desperation and take action against her, who was involved. It's best to stay on his side and wait for the storm to pass.
Isn't this Xie Jianhua's purpose in sending Zheng Nanle to the capital and having him visit him?
He had received care from the village chief in Liushan Village and had also been taken care of by Lu Guangbai. Whether out of respect for the village chief or for Lu Guangbai, he could not shirk this responsibility.
“I have no relation to you, it is inappropriate for me to stay here.”
Zheng Nanle shook his head.
If things are really that serious, it has dragged Mr. Zhang into the mess. Mr. Zhang has finally had a few days of peace and quiet, and what he needs most now is to rest.
Let's not bother him with these trivial matters.
Grandpa Zhang continued to persuade, "There's nothing wrong with it. Guangbai is like my own grandson. Nobody can say anything if his fiancée comes to stay for a while. Or do you think this old man is too old-fashioned and boring, and you don't want to keep this old man company?"
"Nonsense. I actually quite enjoy drinking tea and playing chess; it's a refined pastime."
Zheng Nanle could actually talk a lot about the Lu'an tea in his hand, and even show off his skills on behalf of Grandpa Zhang, demonstrating his tea art, but Er Ya doesn't know how, and Zheng Nanle doesn't want to do it either, only saying that he likes it and will learn in the future.
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