"No, it's just the beginning of summer, and it's not good to eat something too cold." Zhou Jing'an rejected the request and handed it to her.
Jiang Ling took a sip, it was sweet and cool, her eyes lit up, "It tastes good, I knew that watermelon must be very sweet."
Zhou Jing'an lowered his head and took a sip, nodding, "Yeah, Ling'er is still the one who knows how to pick."
Then he rolled up his sleeves and started cooking.
Later, the staff asked: "How are the housework and cooking usually divided?"
Jiang Ling smiled embarrassedly, "He's too hardworking. As long as he's at home, he rarely lets me do housework. My cooking tastes average, but the ones he makes by following the recipe taste better, so he cooks most of the time."
The staff member's voice also had a smile in it, "So what are you responsible for?"
Zhou Jing'an took over the conversation, smiling softly, "She's in charge of ordering and tasting dishes, and sometimes she acts as a 'test subject' for my new dishes."
Jiang Ling smiled, nodded, and deliberately joked: "That's right, my mission is also very important. It's hard to think of what to eat every day, not to mention something as dangerous as tasting new dishes. It's very tiring."
She smiled with her eyes curved, Zhou Jingan stared at her and smiled gently.
After dinner, the two went upstairs to take a nap.
In the afternoon, at Zhou Jing'an's suggestion, Jiang Ling drove and the two went to the flower and bird market to choose suitable hydrangeas.
I walked around for a long time before I found one I liked.
The pink and purple petals are almost past their blooming season, but the tree is still covered with clusters of flowers, which makes people love it at the sight of them.
Seeing that she liked it, Zhou Jing'an asked about the price.
The boss didn't say he wouldn't sell, but simply said now wasn't the best time to plant. "It's either March to May or September in the fall. It's hard to grow them now."
The two discussed it and asked the boss if he could keep it for them and buy it again in the fall.
The boss was a little hesitant, so Jiang Ling paid the deposit directly. He smiled and said that he would take good care of them and was just waiting for them to come and buy.
The two returned home and brought back some sunflowers that were in full bloom.
Before dusk, they planted them directly in the backyard, next to the roses. Jiang Ling and Zhou Jing'an had their hands full of dirt. She looked at the sunflowers and smiled, "Can the seeds be eaten?"
"It should be possible." Zhou Jing'an took her hand and walked to the faucet in the backyard. It was a washbasin made of stones with a stone trough on top. He held her hands to wash them. The muddy water dripped onto the stone slabs, splashing small drops of muddy water.
Jiang Ling tilted her head to look at him, "If I had known earlier, I should have bought a few more and fried the melon seeds later."
Zhou Jing'an asked her what flavor she liked.
“Spiced, or caramelized,” she said.
"Okay, I'll learn how to fry it first, so I can get started when the melon seeds are ripe."
Jiang Ling raised the corner of his mouth, "Master Zhou is really a man of great ability who works hard."
Afterwards, "What do you two call each other?"
Zhou Jing'an spoke first: "Ling'er."
As for words like wife, grandma or baby, he felt there was no need to mention them.
Jiang Ling said, "Usually I call him Zhou Jing'an, and sometimes I call him husband."
"So is 'Master Zhou' some special title?"
Jiang Ling paused and felt a little embarrassed again.
She thought about it and made up an excuse: "We were filming before, and he was helping me with the script lines. I called him that as a joke."
After dinner, the two of them snuggled up on the sofa and found a movie to watch together.
Zhou Jing'an went to wash the fruit, Jiang Ling called the dean and talked to Zhou Xian. The three of them chatted for a while and then hung up the phone.
It was just the beginning of July and the weather wasn't too hot. There weren't many residents in this area and the population density was low. Moreover, because it was by the sea, it was a bit cooler than other places.
Jiang Ling nestled in his arms, ate some fruit with a stick, and then raised her hand to feed him.
It was only nine o'clock when they finished watching the movie. Usually at this time, Zhou Xian was not at home, and it was early, so Zhou Jing'an would probably take her to bed.
But now, he looked at Jiang Ling and sighed, it definitely wouldn't work.
Since there were no children to play with or put to sleep, Jiang Ling had some free time, so she went to Zhou Jing'an's study. She spread out the rice paper, ground the ink, and started writing.
As for Zhou Jing'an, his calligraphy no longer needed practice. He picked up the unfinished book from the desk and sat on the couch beside him to read.
The camera zoomed in, revealing it to be a book on finance and economics. I'd previously bought several books from Liang Bo and Mei Jin's store and had already finished them. This and other similar books were purchased later.
When asked about it later, he just said that he read it out of interest.
After working hard for twenty years, Jiang Ling is no longer so dependent on electronic products, let alone Zhou Jing'an. Knowing how to use them is one thing, but habits are not so easy to change.
An hour later, Zhou Jing'an put down the book, checked the time, and leaned over to watch Jiang Ling write.
Jiang Ling also responded to the public and copied "Shanglin Fu", and has been working on it for several days.
She was not in a hurry, so she wrote slowly and only finished half of it.
Feeling someone approaching from behind, Jiang Ling looked up and said, "Master Zhou, can you give me some guidance?"
Zhou Jing'an chuckled and leaned closer, "Ling'er's handwriting is getting better and better." He seemed to be scanning the words and kissed the side of her face inadvertently.
He murmured softly, "Ling'er, will you give it to me when you finish writing it?"
Jiang Ling smiled, "You're thinking about it before I finish writing it?"
"Even if you give it to me, you have to frame it so that everyone can appreciate it. I won't hide it." He smiled.
Jiang Ling nodded, "Okay, I'll give it to you."
The day passed warmly and peacefully. The next day, Jiang Ling took him to the handmade tailor shop, picked out three styles, and made some changes to make the finished product more suitable for the clothes Zhou Jingan wore in Dagan.
Jiang Ling saw that the tailor was quite old and the clothes hanging in the shop were finely crafted. She was very satisfied and ordered three robes. Zhou Jingan tried to stop her, "That's too much. It's very expensive."
Jiang Ling refused, "I spend money on you, and I see you wearing something comfortable and nice, and it makes me happy."
He was raised so carefully in Dagan, she couldn't let him down.
Zhou Jing'an understood what she meant, and felt sweet in his heart and hot in his ears.
He murmured softly: "I earn money for you to spend. I'm not that precious."
Jiang Ling heard it and pinched his face, "Of course it's precious. You have to take good care of it."
So Zhou Jing'an's ears became even redder.
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