Chapter 149
Wang Jiazhi was about to get up, but it was still dark. He held her in his arms and asked, "Why are you getting up so early?"
"I have something to do."
She pulled herself out of his arms and stuffed the soft rabbit he had brought back into his arms.
When he got up and went downstairs, he saw her coming out of the kitchen. It turned out that she had gotten up early to cook.
She made him spinach ravioli.
"Is it tasty?"
"tasty."
"Really?"
"Um."
She looked happy and smiled like a kitten.
Not only Old Wu and the others, he could feel that she had indeed changed a lot and was no longer the same as when she first came.
"Don't get up so early to cook in the future. It's very tiring."
"Will you come back in the evening? I want to cook for you." He asked cautiously.
She never asked, and in fact it was useless to ask, because he himself didn't know when he would be back.
"OK."
He said this calmly, but she knew he might not come back. Every time she made an appointment, she never knew how late she would be. The only consolation was that although she was late, she never broke the appointment.
In the afternoon, Wang Jiazhi wondered when to start cooking, not knowing when she would be back. At three o'clock, she decided to go to the kitchen. Her mother and the little girl offered to help, but she refused.
Some people like to have a group of people around to help them with their work, while others find it annoying and prefer to be alone. She is the latter.
Seeing that the plum pork ribs she made looked delicious, her mother whispered to the little girl, "Our wife really knows how to do it all. She is truly a good wife and mother."
She also heard it, and said sadly in her heart: "I don't have a husband, and I will never have children."
Today was lucky. Not long after she finished cooking, he came back at six o'clock.
It was the first time she cooked a full meal for him. She usually just cooked a few side dishes.
"Is it tasty?"
“Mm, it’s delicious.”
She brought the half-full bottle of wine and said, "Have a drink."
"OK."
As her mother and the little girl watched them eat their Chinese meal, she poured him some white wine. What a combination.
She just wanted to free up the vase for flowers.
Lao Yi liked her even more. Although she didn't need to know how to cook, her cooking skills were indeed very good. He felt even more regretful. Why did such a good person fall into this vortex?
"Don't cook all the time in the future. It's very tiring."
"I know. I only do it once in a while. Once is a special occasion, twice is a regular thing. If I cook all the time, you'll think I'm a housewife and find it annoying."
"I don't hate housewives."
Wang Jiazhi felt that being a lover with someone of his status would require a sense of detachment from the mundane world. If she really did the laundry, cooked, and was a good wife and mother, he would find it vulgar and bored.
At this time, he wanted to see her drink red wine again, so he asked someone to bring some red wine. She drank a glass with him and felt that white glucose wine was the best.
After dinner, she peeled a green apple for him and drank the remaining wine while she ate the apple.
This is Wang Jiazhi's habit. She doesn't like to eat or drink. She likes to eat refreshing fruits or sweet snacks while drinking. These are her special side dishes.
"I'll get drunk."
"No, I only drank a little, much less than yesterday."
"But you also drank red wine, it's easy to get drunk like this."
Sure enough, Wang Jiazhi was drunk.
If he wasn't around, she would curl up in a ball and go to bed to sleep, because when he was around, she would inevitably get drunk and crazy.
She was like an excited kitten, moving her paws around and talking a lot.
He coaxed her to play for a while, and when it was late and time to go to bed, he changed her clothes for her to sleep.
Even when she lay on the bed, she was not quiet and kept moving around.
He held her tightly, preventing her from moving.
"Sleep well and don't move around."
"Um."
But it was still babbling incoherently, its body was controlled by him, and its four paws were flapping around disobediently.
She looked like a smooth little white cat, chirping in my arms, so soft-hearted that I loved her to death.
She had to unbutton his shirt to expose her chest and then dive into his arms. It was more comfortable this way.
After a while, she finally calmed down and stopped struggling. The alcohol had taken effect, and she had no strength left in her body. She stopped moving and just clung to my arms, whimpering.
It is soft and has a wine aroma, just like soft rice dumplings made with fermented glutinous rice.
"Are you asleep?"
"Um……"
After a moment of silence, he thought she had fallen asleep. Then he heard her mumble, "Remember to bury us."
"Bury what?"
"When I die, you must bury me, otherwise I will be eaten by wild animals."
"Um?"
Gradually she really fell asleep, her even breathing falling on his chest.
The next day she woke up, sober and without a headache because she hadn't drunk that much. She still remembered her drunken outburst from the previous day. She threw herself into his arms and acted like a spoiled child.
"You won't get drunk, will you?"
"How can a person not get drunk? Drinking too much can even kill you."
"There's no such thing as people dying from drunkenness. That only happens in novels and notebooks."
“Really.”
She also believed that he must have seen a lot of strange things. He was not the kind of person who could talk a lot.
She was curious about how he looked when he was drunk.
When asked, he said, "I think my drinking behavior is pretty good."
"Um?"
"I've only gotten drunk once, and people said I didn't talk when I was drunk, I just slept." He remembered what his superior said back then, that he didn't make a sound when he was drunk and just slept like a dead dog, and that he was born to do this job.
"How come you only got drunk once?"
"I don't understand why some people have to get really drunk."
He said that the time he got drunk was when he was young, and his boss insisted on toasting him and deliberately required him to get drunk.
Wang Jiazhi said, "There's something called drowning your sorrows in alcohol. When you're drunk, you can let out your emotions to your heart's content, and then afterward you can just say you didn't remember it, that it wasn't intentional."
This reminded him of the past, and he said, "The quality of a drink reflects the quality of a person."
This piqued Wang Jiazhi's curiosity. He talked about someone he knew in the past, saying, "Whenever he drank, he would cause trouble. He would tell everyone everything. He even got into serious trouble and received severe punishment."
He thought of the past that he couldn't bear to recall.
"Then what?"
"There's nothing else going on. It's just that the other people involved are... troublesome. Everyone put in so much effort, and all of it was ruined because of him. If you excuse him, he'll think you're taking advantage of his misfortune. If you take all the responsibility for him, he'll think you're insulting him, or trying to win people over and plot against him. In short, it's all wrong. Having someone like that under your command is really..."
He spoke calmly, without any major emotional fluctuations. But Wang Jiazhi knew that after all these years, he must be filled with anger. It's hard to describe this kind of teammate.
"This kind of person is very sanctimonious when he's not drinking."
"It's the same when he's sober."
"Um?"
"Anyway... when he's sober, he offends everyone around him. He's actually quite capable, but he's too conceited and arrogant. He can't win people over, and his moods are unstable. He often gets mad, glaring and yelling at the slightest provocation. That's... Because of this, he's not popular, and his drinking makes things difficult. Everyone he worked with got promoted, but he's the only one who's still like that. He'll actually make a lot of things, even a single word, into a huge mess, causing everyone to resent him. It's incredibly troublesome."
Wang Jiazhi couldn't believe how people with such personalities could survive in their line of work.
He continued calmly, "He's usually so serious and stern, but after a few drinks he starts to touch a girl. What a person."
"So he is now..."
"He gave up drinking a long time ago. If he continued drinking, he would have died. He's calmer now, too. He's better than when he was younger."
So that's how it is. Wang Jiazhi thought, if he was still the same as when he was young, wouldn't he be waiting to die?
She thought people with such explosive tempers were really annoying, like Old Wu, who had been bossy when they first met. Later, he even glared at her and yelled at her, which was unbearable.
Wang Jiazhi put a white tuberose into the bottle. It sparkled in the sunlight and was so beautiful.
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