Rong Bing used a clothes hanger to pick up a string of corn hanging under the eaves.
The woman tilted her head back, lost her balance, and fell. Lin Feng rushed forward and caught her.
Rong Bing bumped the back of her head against the man's shoulder, and she cried out in pain.
Lin Feng reached out and rubbed her head, asking, "Does it still hurt?"
When the man's deep voice sounded in her ear, Rong Bing finally realized what was happening and fell into Lin Feng's arms.
The woman quickly stood up straight and said, "I'm sorry, I... I lost my composure."
Rong Bing didn't expect to lose her balance. From the moment she saw Lin Feng, she was thinking that she must pay attention to her image and leave a good impression on Lin Feng, but she made a mistake in just a short while.
Raymond Lam smiled and said, "What are you apologizing for, silly girl?"
"Little...little fool?" The man's tone and expression were somewhat ambiguous. Rong Bing glanced at him secretly, and her face immediately turned red.
"Hmm." Then, Lin Feng stood on tiptoe slightly and, without using any tools, took down a string of corn from under the eaves.
Compared to the tall man, Rong Bing felt that she was too petite. She had to admit that Lin Feng was very reassuring, but she wondered if he would not like her type.
“I’ll take it myself, I won’t stand on ceremony with you. Being polite would make me seem distant. After I take this bunch of corn, I’ll keep it hanging at home. After all, it was the first gift you ever gave me,” Lin Feng said earnestly.
His words made Rong Bing even more embarrassed.
"It's just a string of corn. Take it home and eat it. Why hang it up? I only hung it up because I can't finish it." Rong Bing imagined what it would look like to hang corn in Lin Feng's house. What would it look like to hang a string of corn in a modern-style apartment?
"No, corn is much better. It symbolizes a bountiful harvest, and hanging it at home can bring wealth and good fortune." It has to be said that this man has high emotional intelligence and knows how to talk.
Rong Bing liked it more and more the more she looked at it.
"I was so busy talking that I forgot you've traveled a long way and must be very tired. Please sit down, I'll get you a drink." Rong Bing found herself somewhat at a loss, her mind a jumble.
She said she was going to get a drink but instead headed towards the door, leaving Lin Feng momentarily confused about what Rong Bing was up to.
"Are you going out to buy some? No need, plain water is fine." The man stopped the woman.
"Buy?" Rong Bing asked, puzzled. Did she say she was going to buy something? There were all kinds of drinks at home. "No need to buy anything, we have some at home. I'll bring them over for you to choose from."
"Are there other families?" Lin Feng asked softly.
"What's the meaning?"
"Don't you live here? Do you have other houses? Do you need to go to other places to get it?" Lin Feng explained.
"No, this is the only place. Why would I live in so many houses by myself?" Rong Bing thought Lin Feng was confused.
"Then you?" Lin Feng pointed to the courtyard gate. "Then how do you get out?"
Rong Bing stopped, only then realizing that she was going the wrong way. She stammered, "I was so focused on talking to you that I didn't know which way to go."
After saying that, he lowered his head and walked home.
She cursed herself in her heart: Rong Bing, Rong Bing, do you have to be so nervous? How many embarrassing things have you done in such a short time?
Lin Feng followed, finding Rong Bing very cute.
Rong Bing's refrigerator is in the living room. When you open the refrigerator door, the top two shelves are filled with drinks, the bottom two shelves are filled with fruits and vegetables, and there are also pre-made dishes in the freezer.
Unaware that Lin Feng was right behind her, Rong Bing bumped into him again when she turned around after getting her drink.
"I'm sorry." This time it was Lin Feng who apologized. "Does it hurt?" He rubbed Rong Bing's forehead.
"It's nothing, are we just incompatible according to the Chinese zodiac? Why do we keep bumping into each other?"
"How could our horoscopes be incompatible? Aren't we inseparable? We bump into each other wherever we go; we're inseparable," Lin Feng put it another way.
The man's lips were as sweet as honey.
In contrast, Rong Bing, who used to be outgoing, now seems less talkative.
"Are you nervous?" Lin Feng exposed.
"Yes, I'm nervous. I don't know why," Rong Bing said, mustering her courage. "I started getting nervous as soon as I saw you."
"Is it because I'm tall? Do I look scary?" Lin Feng knew that his appearance was very different from Rong Bing's, and most men from Jiangnan were gentle and refined, unlike the rugged men from the North. Rong Bing had seen many of those types, so it was understandable that she was afraid of someone like him.
"Of course not, my brother-in-law is also over 1.8 meters tall, I don't know why either." Rong Bing quickly explained, not wanting Lin Feng to misunderstand.
"Then you sit down, I'll do whatever you need." The man was very familiar with her.
"By the way, you haven't eaten yet, have you? What are you going to eat?" Rong Bing asked.
"I see there are some vegetables in the refrigerator. Would you like to eat my cooking?" Lin Feng was ready to show off.
Rong Bing looked at him in disbelief. Lin Feng works in business and spends most of his time traveling. How could he cook?
Rong Bing's cooking was barely edible, but since it wasn't her forte, she didn't mention it when chatting with Lin Feng.
"You can cook?" the woman asked, half-believing.
"Yes, whether it tastes good or not is another matter. Would you like to try some?" Lin Feng said modestly. He quite likes cooking. Perhaps because of the nature of his work, he is always on the go and has grown tired of restaurant food. Whenever he comes home, he will cook for himself.
"Look at all the dishes you've prepared, are you a great cook?" the man asked Rong Bing casually.
"Hey, I'm not very good at cooking. You know, there's a saying that bad students have a lot of stationery. I'm that bad student. Even though I have all kinds of dishes, they're really not good. I'm just too lazy to go out, and takeout doesn't deliver, so I have to cook myself. It's cooked through, but the taste isn't good." Rong Bing's cooking skills aren't actually that bad, after all, she ran a restaurant for a while.
I just don't know how good the other person's cooking skills are, so I should be conservative in my assessment.
"Shall we cook together?" Lin Feng suggested.
“Great, I can learn from you.” Rong Bing readily accepted.
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Tiancheng.
When Zhou Luo woke up, Fu Jingchen had already left, and breakfast was laid out on the table.
Zhou Luo hadn't even started eating when she received a call from her mother.
"Luo Luo, are you up yet?"
"Get up."
"Okay, I'll come over and bring you breakfast right away." Zhou's mother knew that her daughter was pregnant and that a balanced diet was essential during pregnancy.
"Mom, no need, Jingchen has prepared it." Zhou Luo said, looking at the porridge on the table.
When Zhou's mother asked Fu Jingchen what he had prepared, she immediately said upon hearing that there was only porridge, "Your father and I will eat the porridge. You can't eat this. It's not nutritious enough and it will cause your blood sugar to rise."
"Mom, this is Fu Jingchen's thoughtful gift." Zhou Luo didn't think there was anything wrong with the porridge.
"You silly child, it's not like we're asking you to throw it away. We'll eat, you can eat the other things. Don't twist it, we'll be there soon." Zhou's mother had already left when she made the phone call.
"Old Zhou, I told you so. If we don't stay in Tiancheng, our daughter won't have anything to eat. If you ask me, don't go back. Let's wait until the baby is born," Zhou's mother said to her husband after hanging up the phone.
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