Chapter 107 "Want to join us?"
In the evening, the two stayed at their grandfather's house for another night.
As dusk approached, Jingzhuo said he was going out for a while and drove away.
Zhang Hening was very happy. He stood side by side with Song Xi on the huge living room floor, turned on the big screen TV, and played double fruit cutting.
When Jing Zhuo came in with the lunch box, he saw his two best friends wearing floral pink pajamas and buns, dancing wildly in the living room.
Jing Zhuo stood there and was controlled for a few seconds.
It was Song Xi who saw him first and stopped, gasping for breath.
"You're back, do you want to come with me?"
Jing Zhuo glanced at the TV screen and saw a bunch of incomprehensible geometric shapes jumping up and down.
Song Xi explained, "This game is called fruit cutting. It's an aerobic exercise. We both ate too much at lunch and dinner, so we need to digest it and burn some calories. Do you want to do it?"
Jing Zhuo held the box and refused.
"No, you guys play."
As he was about to go upstairs, he touched Song Xi's head as he passed through the living room.
"Come up when you finish cutting the fruit. I have something to tell you."
"What's going on?"
"No hurry, digest it first."
Seeing his figure disappear down the stairs, Song Xi turned around and silently sped up his progress.
The two finished a game and were exhausted and out of breath.
Song Xi was about to go upstairs and asked Zhang Hening if he wanted to go with him.
Zhang Hening was lying on the sofa. He glanced at her sideways when he heard her say, "Don't call me when you're playing alone with my brother. Don't you notice that he always looks at me with disdain at times like this?"
"He's not sharing you with me, he's fighting for you and trying to take you over."
"Sister, he has set us up."
"Still sitting here like an idiot."
Song Xi: “…”
Is there?
Jing Zhuo is usually a little clingy, a little calculative, a little jealous, and a little more cunning.
Everything else is okay.
Song Xi thought about it, took out his cell phone, and secretly transferred 50,000 yuan to Zhang Hening.
"Delete the payment record. If you spend it secretly, I won't tell him~"
Zhang Hening: “!!!”
Zhang Hening: "Woo woo woo!"
Zhang Hening: "Damn it, why am I not a man, but a desperate straight woman!"
If I were a man, I would fight and grab too!
A huge grab!
…
Song Xi coaxed her best friend and went upstairs to find Jing Zhuo.
Grandpa's house was so big that they divided an entire floor into it. There were four or five rooms on it, each of which was spacious and well-lit.
Song Xi pushed open two doors and found the large room where they would stay tonight.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw an open food box on the table, with a few exquisite small rice dumplings in it.
Song Xi: "Where did this come from?"
Jing Zhuo: “I bought it.”
"? Why did you buy zongzi? Don't we have plenty of freshly made ones at home?"
Jing Zhuo pursed his lips and pulled her over to sit down.
"These are fresh meat and salted egg yolk dumplings, black rice and pork dumplings, and pork floss and crystal dumplings," he introduced. "They're all salty, and they're said to be popular in the south."
Song Xi was stunned.
I stared at him blankly: "You went out for so long at dusk, just to buy me salty rice dumplings?"
Jing Zhuo chuckled: "I wonder if it tastes like your hometown."
There are very few salty rice dumplings in Beijing.
He drove to several restaurants, but the locals all said they couldn't understand what this was. Finally, he found the holiday special rice dumplings in a Jiangnan cuisine restaurant.
The store owner said they only sold four copies that day and had three returned.
If he hadn't come to ask, they would have all been dealt with tonight.
Jingzhuo picked the flavors recommended by the boss, bought the freshest ones, and brought them back to her.
Song Xi's throat choked.
It's an indescribable feeling.
"Zhang Henian, why are you...always so nice to me?"
"Family tradition."
Jing Zhuo raised his eyebrows slightly: "He who loves his wife will prosper."
He helped her peel a rice dumpling leaf and handed it to Song Xi's mouth.
"Try it?"
Song Xi had just finished exercising and was not hungry, but when he saw the food he fed her, she became greedy again.
She leaned over and took a bite, and the soft and sticky aroma spread across her taste buds, it was the familiar taste of home.
"tasty."
She praised him generously: "It smells really good. You bought it exactly."
Jing Zhuo chuckled softly, his dark eyes filled with her: "As long as you like it."
Song Xi was very considerate and ate two with relish, leaving one left.
She felt a little eager to share, so she peeled the last rice dumpling.
"Do you want to eat?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he remembered that he had a northern taste.
"Forget it, you definitely don't like it either. He Ning hates eating meat dumplings. She likes eating sweet dumplings and salty tofu pudding. You should be the same."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Zhuo held her hand, lowered his head and took a bite.
Chewed twice...
Then, his expression changed subtly, and Song Xi caught it at a glance.
She quickly pulled out a tissue and held it out to him.
"Spit it out."
Song Xi said seriously, "If you don't like something, don't eat it. You don't have to accommodate yourself for me. We are husband and wife, but we also have different hobbies and tastes. I respect yours and you respect mine. It's okay. We don't have to be exactly the same."
"And last time, you clearly didn't like dumplings, but you still forced yourself to eat two big boxes. Aren't you full?"
"Eat it without suffering."
She knows everything.
Grandma told her yesterday that Jingzhuo hates eating dumplings the most and will go on strike if he can't finish three.
But when making locust flower dumplings that day, Jingzhuo ate up all the small ingots she had left, leaving not a single one.
After returning home, she watched Jing Zhuo eat another box.
This man... doesn't have a mouth?
You can say you don’t like it.
Jing Zhuo was stunned for a moment, but did not spit on her hand.
He pulled the trash can next to him and spit into it.
"Okay, I understand." He curled his eyes slightly.
Song Xi relaxed and discussed with him seriously, "Then, we can each develop and flourish in our respective hobbies, fields, and industries, while also walking side by side. How about that?"
"Don't worry, the relationship won't fade away."
Song Xi gave him an example: "Just like when He Ning and I eat hot pot, we each make half of our favorite soup base. She eats hers and I eat mine, and we're all very happy."
It was the first time Jing Zhuo heard her take the initiative to care about him.
Respect him.
Thinking about his preferences and habits.
His eyes were dark and deep, and they contained an inexplicable joy.
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
The two of them cleaned up the leftovers on the table. Song Xi had just worked up a sweat and had a full meal, so he went into the bathroom to wash up.
The bathroom is very large, with a large bathtub.
The servants also prepared rose petals, essential oils and perfume.
What a luxurious installation, like a palace.
Song Xi stood inside, stunned by the facilities that rivaled those of a five-star hotel.
Is this the wealthy life of the domineering grandfather?
It tastes just right.
She also tried it, took off her coat and soaked in the steaming hot bathtub.
So fragrant and refreshing.
It felt as if all the veins in the body were unblocked.
Song Xi closed her eyes and experienced the luxurious life of a domineering wife.
A few minutes later, the door was suddenly opened and Jing Zhuo walked in wearing a loose bathrobe.
"Do you want to take a shower together?"
Song Xi: “?”
"There's a new study material, also about bathrooms and bathtubs. I've studied it thoroughly. Do you want to try it?"
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