The next day, when Bi Qiaoan woke up, she found herself lying in her bedroom, still wearing the maternity dress she had worn the night before.
She frowned, but couldn't remember how she had fallen asleep like that.
He reached out and touched the bed beside him, only to find that there was no residual human warmth.
There was almost no movement in the living room and kitchen, which showed that her husband, Lao Shen, had already gotten up.
Bi Qiaoan lay on the bed, reached for her phone on the bedside table, pressed the power button, and realized it was only 7:45. She sighed and put the phone back.
It was only last night that Bi Qiaoan learned there would be morning training this Saturday and Sunday. This news forced them to abandon their idea of returning to Qingyu Community.
Of course, this morning training was the same as usual, and participation was not mandatory. It's just that Shen Yanming was used to following in Li Gangtie's footsteps every day to strengthen his muscles and bones.
Half an hour later, Shen Yanming returned from outside, covered in sweat. He rushed into the bedroom to see if his wife was awake.
He then discovered that Bi Qiaoan was staring at him with her big, round eyes, but she didn't say a word.
He was startled and rushed over, ignoring the dirt on his clothes, to help her up. He asked, "Wife, what's wrong? Does your stomach hurt?"
Bi Qiaoan was originally observing the sweat and mud on his body, but she didn't expect to be misunderstood like that.
She smiled and shook her head. "I'm fine, I just feel unwell and want to take a shower."
"Oh, oh!" Shen Yanming breathed a sigh of relief after learning that it wasn't a stomachache.
Then he realized that his big hands, covered in black mud, had left two large handprints on Bi Qiaoan's beige maternity dress.
He let go, feeling embarrassed, and then asked, "Wife, do you want to wash outside or inside?"
"Go inside, there's a bathtub."
Shen Yanming nodded, turned around and went back to the living room. After making sure the door was closed and the curtains were drawn, he helped Bi Qiaoan into the space.
The two took off their dirty clothes, then one sat in the bathtub and the other stood under the shower.
After quickly washing himself, Shen Yanming helped Bi Qiaoan wash off the sweat, and then washed his face and brushed his teeth.
Finally, I let her lean her head against the bathtub wall, washed her hair with the showerhead, dried her with a towel, wrapped her up tightly, and took her back to the bedroom.
Bi Qiaoan lay comfortably on the soft bed, feeling completely satisfied. The pleasant temperature in the room made her want to take a nap.
Seeing that she had closed her eyes, Shen Yanming went back to the bathroom to do the final cleaning.
Clean the bathtub and floor thoroughly, then put both of their dirty clothes into the washing machine.
Because the washing machine is fully automatic, he doesn't need to keep an eye on it. After selecting the function and setting the time, Old Shen went back to the bedroom to find his sweet wife.
But to his surprise, Bi Qiaoan actually fell asleep again.
He was both amused and exasperated, wondering why his wife slept so much and whether she would have insomnia at night.
But since he was already asleep, he couldn't bear to wake him.
Remembering the soiled sheets and blankets in the dormitory outside, he rode a small electric scooter from the villa entrance toward the storage area.
Not long after, Shen Yanming appeared in the dormitory.
He took off the bed sheets and duvet covers in the bedroom and then replaced them with clean ones.
As for the dirty ones, just like the clothes in the room, put them in the washing machine and rinse them regularly.
This time, Shen Yanming didn't rush back.
He fried so many spring rolls and sesame balls last night that it was past midnight by the time he finished. He didn't even have time to clean up; he just put everything away in his spatial storage, quickly washed up, and went back to his bedroom to sleep.
So, the kitchen is still a mess.
The oil-filled pot with only a thin layer left, the stove splattered with oil droplets, and a dozen or so packaging bags piled up—all were waiting for Shen Yanming's "visit."
He put the packaging bags into his storage space, then poured the remaining crumbs of the orange-red pot bottom into a garbage bag and threw it into the trash can downstairs.
Then I wiped the stove clean with a rag, and finally mopped the floor as well.
After tidying up, the washing machine on the small balcony automatically shut off.
Shen Yanming took the wrung-out sheets and duvet cover to the balcony, hung them on the clothes rack to stretch them out, then drew the curtains and returned to his room.
Because the washing machine in the space has an even earlier timer, it had already been powered off, waiting for the owner to take out the washed clothes.
Shen Yanming did not hesitate and put them directly on the balcony before returning to the kitchen to prepare various delicacies.
There was no other way; they ate almost everything that was available in the space this week, and the two of them ate up an entire shelf of the stock.
Although there is still a lot of cooked food left, their current situation of eating what is readily available is unlikely to change in the short term, so they can't just sit around and wait until all the cooked food is eaten before worrying about it.
Let's eat and supplement as we go, and try to maintain a balance.
Or, it would be even better if the storage speed could exceed the consumption speed.
This time, Shen Yanming didn't make any time-consuming stews or braised meats. He first prepared some dough to make steamed buns and mantou later, and then took a bunch of vegetables to stir-fry various seasonal vegetables.
Of course, pork and beef are also mixed in, but because it's stir-fried, it's obviously much faster than stewing meat or bones.
Before long, Bi Qiaoan was awakened by the aroma.
She got up, feeling a little dizzy and unsteady. She walked to the kitchen doorway, only to find that her husband, Lao Shen, was stocking up on various cooked foods.
However, the scene left her speechless.
How should I put it? It's like this: can you imagine a whole worktable with a row of cutting boards, and all sorts of washed vegetables and meats crammed together on them?
Furthermore, can you imagine that the same dish is being stir-fried in the wok round after round, and once it's cooked, it's poured into a large jar on the ground, and then the wok is used to stir-fry the next dish without even being washed? And it's two woks at the same time.
Shen Yanming felt a burning gaze on him from behind. He smiled and said, "Why are you up? Are you hungry?"
Bi Qiaoan shook her head, then realized he couldn't see her at all, and said, "I'm not hungry, I was just woken up by the aroma and got up to check. You're quite busy, aren't you? I feel like even if I gave you two more hands, it probably wouldn't be enough."
It was originally a joke, but to everyone's surprise, Shen Yanming nodded and said affirmatively, "I also think it's not enough. If I get through this, I'll need to add at least four more."
Then, pointing with his chin to the oven and rice cooker not far away, he said, "Look, there are still so many things sitting idle. If I weren't so busy, these appliances wouldn't be sitting idle. It's such a waste of time and reduces efficiency."
Hearing his disdainful words and seeing his continued actions, Bi Qiaoan couldn't help but laugh. "How about I help you?"
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