Chapter 31 Finding Joy in Sourness The way you get jealous of me is so cute. ...
"Bang!"
The loud thud of the doorframe slamming shut overpowered the deafening thunder, and the door was slammed shut from the inside.
Whether it was due to the chill of the rainy season in the mountains, the sudden drop in body temperature that he couldn't adapt to, or the overly hard fortress he had erected for self-protection, Liang Minghe exuded a chilling aura.
Zhou Jinqin was pulled behind him, listening to his restless, powerful heartbeat through his back.
Liang Minghe gently patted the back of her hand while glaring indignantly at his stern and cold father.
He said coldly, "You should have seen it all along: you're not welcome here."
Liang Zongqiang didn't think the language was particularly offensive. He calmly leaned back on the sofa, casually picked up a tissue to wipe the raindrops rolling down his forehead, and said calmly, "You seem to have misunderstood the situation. This house is mine. If anyone should be saying I'm not welcome, it should be me telling you. From what stand are you exercising your right to evict me?"
“If my mother hadn’t died, how could you have gotten this house?” Liang Minghe raised his voice.
Liang Zongqiang scoffed: "You know it's just a hypothetical. More than ten years have passed. I thought you would be more mature and accept reality more readily, but I didn't expect you to still be such a child."
"Cough cough cough!" Liang Minghe coughed violently a few times. He was about to say something more when Zhou Jinqin stopped him in time.
She turned to face him, raised her hand to cover his mouth, and said gently, "Aren't we going to record again in a few days? There's no need to argue about these meaningless things. Let's get better first."
Just as Liang Minghe had told her before, Zhou Jinqin pretended that Liang Zongqiang didn't exist.
She casually pulled Liang Minghe's hand and led him to the kitchen, shoving a spoon into his hand: "Aren't you hungry? You haven't eaten for almost a day."
Zhou Jinqin lifted the pot lid, and dense steam spread out. She gestured for him to scoop it out: "Turn off the heat as soon as you get up, or it will get cold. I cooked this especially for you."
Meeting those smiling eyes, Liang Ming's cold and hard emotions softened instantly, and he obediently replied, "Mm."
Seeing that he had calmed down, Zhou Jinqin breathed a sigh of relief and went to deal with the pears that she hadn't had time to cut into pieces and remove the cores.
The water in the clay pot began to boil, rock sugar was added and heated until melted, then the chopped pears were added and the pot was simmered.
Rock sugar pear soup is a common sweet dessert in Cantonese cuisine. As a dessert, in addition to its delicious and sweet taste, it also has medicinal effects such as promoting body fluid production, relieving dryness, clearing heat and resolving phlegm. It can relieve mild dry throat and hoarseness to some extent.
It was obviously made especially for Liang Minghe, who needed to hear, and he smiled and nuzzled against her, saying, "You're so good to me."
Zhou Jinqin's face flushed slightly. She ate the porridge he fed her and said softly, "Okay, I'm not hungry. You eat by yourself."
"Then it's your turn to feed me." Liang Minghe leaned closer and kissed her lips.
The kitchen is open-plan, so you can see the living room sofa from here, and conversely, you can see this side of the kitchen from the living room.
Zhou Jinqin reached out and pushed his chest, saying shyly, "There are still people outside."
“But I came out specifically to have some alone time with you…” Liang Minghe put down his bowl and hugged her, saying dejectedly, “I should have just kicked him out.”
Liang Minghe was a particularly mischievous child from a young age, but because he was very good at charming and flattering people, no one could do anything about him, and it was easy for them to spoil him.
Zhou Jinqin was one of them. She secretly glanced at Liang Zongqiang outside and, seeing that his attention was not on them at all, reluctantly agreed.
She scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it to cool it down, and fed it to Liang Minghe. After he swallowed it, she asked him, "How is it?"
Liang Minghe stared at her and said, "You withheld all my candy because you were angry."
Liang Minghe is not a person with a sweet tooth and mainly pursues the original flavor of food, but Zhou Jinqin is different. She usually adds a deadly amount of white sugar to enhance the flavor when cooking white rice porridge, but she did not this time.
Zhou Jinqin denied it, saying, "You've lost your sense of taste."
“Liar!” Liang Minghe tapped her lips with his index finger. “I can taste the sweetness here.”
Her face flushed red to her ears, and Zhou Jinqin pushed him away and walked out, saying, "You eat it yourself!"
She stumbled into the living room and ran into Liang Zongqiang, who was staring at Tuantuan, who was squatting in the corner of the sofa.
Liang Zongqiang probably thought the kitten was cute, so he reached out to pet it. Before he could even touch the kitten's back, Tuantuan bristled and hissed at him. Not only did it not stop, it also bared its teeth and claws and punched him a few times. It was truly a precious baby raised by Liang Minghe.
Two abrupt bloodstains were left on the back of his hand. Liang Zongqiang remained calm about it, but Zhou Jinqin was a little embarrassed. She explained, "Um... Mr. Liang, don't worry, the kitten is very healthy."
"Hmm, don't worry about it." Liang Zongqiang looked at her. "May I try some of the porridge you cooked?"
It's lunchtime, and if he doesn't plan to go down the mountain today, he'll most likely go hungry.
Zhou Jinqin, already feeling apologetic, thought for a moment and finally nodded: "Okay, please wait a moment."
Liang Minghe was very dissatisfied: "Giving him food is one thing, but why do you have to serve him the whole time? You didn't even serve me any..."
"If you're so fair, then if I feed you, do I also have to feed your dad?" Zhou Jinqin pinched his nose. "You stingy little thing."
She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Since we can't finish it all anyway, consider it an offering to your dad."
Seeing her say such rebellious things in such a serious manner, Liang Minghe chuckled.
In the kitchen, Zhou Jinqin would occasionally glance at the sugar water in the pot, while Liang Minghe would stand by, laughing and adding to the chaos, holding the cat that had just stood up for him.
At least that's how Liang Zongqiang saw it. He looked away, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it in his mouth. He didn't find it very tasty, but he still finished it all.
Zhou Jinqin came over to collect the dishes, and Liang Zongqiang asked her, "Don't you find it tiring?"
"What?" Zhou Jinqin asked, puzzled.
Liang Zongqiang said: "He is more childlike, so you will most likely give more in the marriage."
"Where did you get this answer from?" Zhou Jinqin remained composed and unperturbed. "It seems your understanding of Xiaoming is still at the child stage. Even without his parents, he hasn't wasted more than ten years of his life. I think even a homeless child would have a deeper understanding of life, let alone Xiaoming who has loving and protective grandparents."
“He grew up well, he is very good, a million times better than your shallow understanding.”
Liang Zongqiang wasn't angry at her offense; he smiled faintly and said, "You two are quite a good match."
"I just think he's not rational enough. He's always getting caught up in trivial conflicts. People should learn to compromise appropriately, and at least they shouldn't be at odds with money and power. I think it's better for him, for you, and even for your little cat."
Zhou Jinqin remained unmoved: "So you came here this time just because you need an heir?"
Liang Zongqiang frankly admitted: "If he is willing, I can leave him at least half of my wealth."
"What about the other half?" Zhou Jinqin asked casually, seemingly not considering it such a huge fortune.
Liang Zongqiang was taken aback by her question and was momentarily speechless.
Zhou Jinqin suddenly laughed: "If Liang Minghe is unwilling, then I am unwilling too."
She picked up the bowl and walked straight to the kitchen without looking back.
Liang Minghe's eyes were somewhat cold: "Is he used to being in a position of power, and now he's lecturing you?"
“That’s not true,” Zhou Jinqin said with a smile. “He said my porridge was bad, and I disagreed, so I argued with him for a bit.”
Knowing she was joking, Liang Minghe didn't call her out on it, but just went along with it: "How tasteless. I should have fed it to the dog."
He wanted to throw the bowl that Liang Zongqiang had used into the trash can, and Zhou Jinqin let him have his way without stopping him.
Just as the bowl was put into the bag, there was another knock on the door. This time it was indeed the garbage collector.
The cleaning lady was settled nearby and was mainly responsible for the regular cleaning of the house. When Liang Minghe was living there, he usually didn't ask her to disturb him, but only asked her to come over every evening after dinner to collect the garbage and ensure that the house was absolutely clean.
Zhou Jinqin specifically emphasized that the medicine bags should be disposed of as hazardous waste. The aunt agreed, but then turned around and mixed them with other dry waste, not taking what she said seriously.
Zhou Jinqin was a little angry. She reached out and took back the mixed bags, and started sorting them again on her own.
"Discarded medicines are hazardous waste and must be disposed of properly."
Take hospitals as an example. The disposal of expired medicines is very strict. They usually have to sign a contract with an environmental protection company that has the qualifications to handle hazardous waste, so as to carry out professional and compliant harmless treatment, in order to avoid environmental pollution and prevent them from being recycled and reused by criminals.
Liang Minghe took the bag from her hand: "I'll take it."
He picked out all the medicines from the bag, and when he finally checked to make sure nothing was missing, he touched the square box. That was the crux of the matter.
Liang Ming smiled and stood up, handing the bag, which was tied in a knot, back to the aunt.
“Since it’s a matter of taking money to do things, just follow the rules.” He pulled Zhou Jinqin in front of him. “From now on, she will be in charge of everything at home. Even I have to listen to her obediently, so don’t take it lightly.”
The aunt complained that they were unreasonable, and as she left, she grumbled, "It's not like there's no packaging. It's so convenient for me to carry it all together. I can just separate it for you later. Why make it so fancy?"
"I'll change it for her later." Liang Minghe didn't care about their working relationship over the past ten years.
Zhou Jinqin shook her head: "Never mind, it's not a big deal."
"What about our conflict? Is it a big deal?" Liang Minghe suddenly hugged her. "I guess you want to ask me who I plan to use condoms with."
Zhou Jinqin lowered her head and asked in a muffled voice, "Did you bring other people here before?"
"Before you, there has never been anyone else, and I have never thought about using condoms with anyone." Liang Ming smiled, his lips brushing against hers. "Aren't you being a little too insecure about my size?"
He explained the whole story. Because the house was located halfway up a mountain in the countryside, it was not convenient to buy supplies. Therefore, Liang Minghe would always inform the aunt in advance so that she could prepare all the necessary items beforehand.
Before setting off, Liang Minghe specifically emphasized that he would be traveling with his wife, in order to remind her to prepare supplies for two people. However, his aunt thought he was implying something and kept a box of condoms in the house on her own.
Logically, this thing should be placed in the bedside table in the bedroom, but apart from the monthly cleaning, Liang Minghe doesn't really allow them to enter the room, so the housekeeper just randomly found a drawer to store it.
In case he couldn't find it, she thoughtfully took a picture to remind him.
Liang Minghe was both amused and exasperated when he saw the message, but he still gave the other party an extra two hundred yuan bonus.
The aunt meant well and did a good deed, but unexpectedly, the size issue arose again.
Regarding the size, it was actually the result of careful consideration by the aunt. She took into account that Liang Minghe was much taller than most men, so she specially bought a size larger than the standard size, but she did not expect that it would still not be enough.
Liang Minghe's overly hot breath brushed against Zhou Jinqin's cheek, and he muttered in a hoarse voice, "I'm a little angry."
Zhou Jinqin held his chin and scratched it, looking very guilty: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have disbelieved you."
“I was too slow to realize it. I knew you were a very sensitive girl, but I didn’t notice the problem sooner.” Liang Minghe shook his head from side to side with her hand in his hand. “I’m not angry that you don’t trust me. I just don’t like the way you ignore me.”
He paused, then smiled and said, "But actually, I'm quite happy."
"Hmm?" Zhou Jinqin looked up at him suspiciously.
Liang Minghe laughed sweetly: "The way you get jealous of me is so cute."
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The author's note: A good husband needs to understand that whatever his wife does is for his own good. [pat on the head]
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