Chapter 17 Eat Bugs
When she opened her eyes again, Song Rui was still in the same posture.
When the day breaks, the residual warmth from the kang dissipates, and a cool air rises from beneath my body.
But it felt warm as if there was a stove behind me.
Song Rui thought it was Nan Nan, so she moved back and leaned closer.
Suddenly, a big hand held her shoulders. "It's broad daylight, aren't you afraid that Nan Nan will see it?"
Song Rui's body stiffened, and when she turned around she saw Ling Ye's high nose bridge and the corners of his lips that seemed to be smiling.
Her old face turned red and she wanted to move away.
But the hand went down and hugged her waist.
"Don't move, it's still early, go to sleep a little longer."
The warm body was close to her, almost enveloping her.
Song Rui had to admit that it was indeed very comfortable.
The breathing sound behind her was even and long, and Song Rui fell asleep unknowingly.
When I woke up again, it was already noon.
The curtains were still drawn, and all the other bedding had been put away, but she was the only one still sleeping in the room.
Song Rui wondered how she could sleep so well when she was young. She put on a sweater and cotton jacket and climbed out of bed.
When she pushed open the door to the inner room, she saw that there was a cupboard in the corner of the outer room.
Song Rui had a new understanding of Ling Ye's efficiency.
I guess he woke up and went directly to the carpenter to buy the finished product, and then pulled it back on the spot.
Song Rui walked closer and took a closer look.
The cabinet is made of red pine wood and is carved with lotus patterns, and the two cabinet doors are carved with mandarin ducks playing in the water.
It's a bit like something used in weddings, but it's extraordinarily exquisite and beautiful.
When they opened the cabinet door, they saw the dishes and chopsticks for their family of three, as well as two bottles of milk.
The fresh milk that I ordered has arrived.
Song Rui looked through the window and saw Nan Nan being watched by Ling Ye in the yard, so she started to make breakfast with peace of mind.
Pour a bottle of milk into an enamel jug, heat it in a pot and then beat an egg into it.
The egg liquid quickly turned into egg flowers, and Song Rui added another spoonful of white sugar.
Just delicious and sweet milk and eggs.
Song Rui poured the other bottle of cold liquid directly into the cup and prepared to give it to Ling Ye.
Isn't he angry? It's just right to drink it cold.
In addition to milk, Song Rui also heated up the fried cakes she bought the day before and the stewed sauerkraut from last night.
Thanks to the freezing cold weather, the fried cakes had almost become quick-frozen pre-made products, so Song Rui fried them again. The crust is still crispy.
The sauerkraut is put back into the pot and stewed to make it more flavorful and mellow.
As for the leftovers, Song Rui fried them with eggs and chopped green onions.
A kang table was placed there, and the table was also filled with everything else.
Pushing open the door, Song Rui called the father and son to come for dinner.
Nan Nan saw her mother woke up and ran over cheering to hug her.
Song Rui picked her up and heard her whisper in her ear: "Dad is stupid and can't cook."
Song Rui found it funny.
Ling Ye: "What are you two talking about?"
"Nothing, just someone's daughter disliked him because he couldn't cook."
Nan Nan laughed twice embarrassedly.
Ling Ye pinched her little nose and said shamelessly: "A man doesn't need to know how to do a woman's job. It's not like your father doesn't have a wife."
After hearing this, Song Rui rolled her eyes again.
The translation is standard and straightforward, with no intention of avoiding people at all.
What is old women's work? When was it marked that housework is for women?
Male chauvinism! If not him, who else can I blame?
If you don’t let Bai, I’ll divorce you!
Ling Ye was not angry. Instead, he had a smile on his face and looked in a good mood.
He didn't say anything, but Song Rui's glare made his heart itch.
Nan Nan cheered as she entered the room.
The aroma of eggs boiled in milk made her a little excited.
After taking a sip, the sweet taste made her eyes narrow with happiness.
Nan Nan had no time to eat the rest.
After drinking the milk, he took a fried cake wrapped in oil paper and ran to the yard to play.
After dinner, Ling Ye planned to go out again.
He went to Boss Liang's place yesterday, but didn't see anyone there.
He went there again early today.
But before leaving, Ling Ye had something to say.
"I did some small business outside."
Song Rui, who was drawing insects, looked up, somewhat puzzled, "Yeah, I know that."
Song Rui knew it before she married him.
At that time, the policy was still unclear and one had to do business covertly, for fear that things would reverse one day and people would be arrested again.
Being a playboy and having a bad reputation, Ling Ye's marriage became difficult.
In the end, they had to pick her out from a remote place.
Otherwise, there are so many beautiful girls in the city.
How could he marry a country girl whom he had never met?
But no one knows what to do specifically.
He is just that kind of person. He never talks about things outside when he is at home.
This time, Song Rui was a little surprised.
"My two brothers and I bought a big-headed dog, which is a large truck. We go back and forth, bringing goods from the south to sell."
"A big truck? Pulling goods from the south?"
Song Rui was a little surprised.
This is no small business.
These days, if you buy your own truck, you can bring goods back from the south and sell them, making a lot of money.
No wonder he was so generous, taking as much as four or five months' salary of others.
No wonder he was gone for ten days or half a month.
Often not going home.
What surprised Song Rui even more was that he actually brought up these things on his own initiative.
This never happened in my previous life.
Until they divorced, Song Rui had no idea what he was doing outside.
In addition, he was arrested for beating someone severely, so Song Rui always thought that he was doing an illegitimate business.
I didn't expect this to be the case.
"Why are you telling me this all of a sudden?"
The words spoken by Shou Biao and Pang Wu are still ringing in my ears.
But once the words are spoken, the meaning changes.
"I'm just telling you, there's no need for you to draw bugs every day. What's the point of that? I can support you and the kids."
Bang!
Song Rui placed her paintbrush heavily on the table, making a crisp sound.
Her eyebrows were raised and she was so angry that she wanted to curse.
Okay, she admitted.
A person's abilities cannot be increased out of thin air just by being reborn.
She never learned to paint in her previous life, and she couldn't paint well after her rebirth.
But Ling Ye couldn't let her give up her career because of this.
Song Rui glared at him, stood up and called Nan Nan back.
She put on coats for herself and Nan Nan, then left with the child in her arms.
Ling Ye was confused, "Where are you going?"
"Sign up for a class and learn to paint!"
Learn to paint?
They are really competing with each other.
Ling Ye didn't want to pay attention to her, but thinking that he had to go home for dinner in the evening, he asked: "What are we having for dinner? Remember to come back early to cook."
"Eat bugs!"
Song Rui slammed the door and left, carrying the child.
Not just to show off, Song Rui wanted to learn when she found that she couldn't draw the jewelry style she had in mind.
She has so many beautiful jewelry styles in her mind, there is such a big gap in the market, and there is so much money waiting for her to make.
She can't let painting stump her.
After walking to the main road and hailing a taxi, Song Rui thought of what Ling Ye said again.
People come and go, bringing goods back from the south to sell.
Then can he also pass through Yicheng?
By the 1990s, the small commodity city there had already taken shape.
If she wanted to do jewelry business, she would have to go there often to purchase goods.
As I was thinking, the car arrived.
Since last year, various cram schools have become popular in Fengcheng.
The teacher of the painting class thought Song Rui was here to sign up for a child, and when he heard that an adult wanted to learn, he was a little confused.
Song Rui: "No adult class? Can't teach?"
“Yes, yes, yes.”
The receptionist, Mr. Zhao, nodded quickly.
"But the adult classes are all young people who have just graduated from school. This is the first time I've seen someone like you come with a child."
"That's enough."
Song Rui picked up the pen and signed quickly.
"No one says that once you become a mother, you can't improve yourself."
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