"Swallow it!" Yan Yan quickly stuffed a piece of chicken into Su Xueli's mouth.
The two of them chuckled.
The two men looked completely bewildered.
They had already drunk some wine yesterday, so they didn't drink much today either. They each had a glass of wine and then started drinking chicken soup.
We didn't finish the chicken, but we drank all the soup.
Seeing that everyone hadn't had enough to drink, Su Xueli said, "How about this, next time if you want to eat, I'll buy a chicken and have my mother come over and stew it, adding plenty of water so everyone can drink their fill."
"Yes, yes, that's great!" everyone responded enthusiastically.
The two men were very considerate; they couldn't stay too late at the place where the two girls lived. After they had eaten and drunk their fill, they said goodbye.
Before leaving, Wei Mingshen instructed Da Huang: "Be careful tonight and protect your two older sisters."
Yan Yan and Su Xueli burst into laughter.
After they left, Su Xueli went to the hospital entrance, and she and Yan Yan tidied up the table and kitchen before washing up and going to bed.
The two girls were back to how they used to be, lying on the same bed, whispering to each other.
Yan Yan asked, "Xue Li, have you truly let go of Wei Mingshen?"
Su Xueli said, "Mm."
Yan Yan shook her head: "I don't think so."
Su Xueli scolded her: "Do you think you know my thoughts better than I do?"
"You might not even know it yourself."
Su Xueli turned over, turning her back to her: "Nonsense."
Yan Yan yawned and said, "See? Sooner or later you'll have to admit I was right. You still love him. You don't love anyone else but him."
Su Xueli snorted coldly: "Mind your own business, don't worry about things that aren't your concern."
The next morning, Yan Yan rode her old bicycle to the market with her cosmetics case. Su Xue Li didn't want to get up, so she turned over and went back to sleep.
She was awakened by the sweet aroma of corn porridge. Surprised, she dressed and got out of bed, muttering, "Could a story from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio be playing out in my life, with the beautiful women in the paintings coming to life and cooking for me? Then it should be the handsome men in the paintings coming to life and cooking for me now, but I don't have any handsome men in my paintings..."
She pushed open the door and went into the kitchen: Oh my god, it was Wei Mingshen, that handsome man, cooking for her.
"Why are you here so early!"
"I'll come early to cook for you."
"Why?"
"Just for no reason other than to cook for you."
Su Xueli spread her hands in bewilderment: "I'm not used to this."
He said slowly, "You'll get used to it eventually."
Looking at his handsome face, Su Xueli thought to herself: I probably wouldn't be used to a man as good-looking as you cooking for me.
But thinking about how she took such good care of him in her past life, how he wouldn't even pick up a fallen oil bottle, it's only right that he cooks for her in this life.
Then she felt at ease and even acted innocent, saying, "Well, whatever makes you happy. I'm going to wash up."
She turned to him and instructed, "Oh, right, after you finish cooking the porridge, stir-fry some shredded potatoes, make them sour, we didn't get enough of the ones we had last night. Also, take out some pickled vegetables and add some sesame oil."
Wei Mingshen raised his eyebrows and said, "Your Majesty, this servant obeys."
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