Compared with today's girls, Yang Shushu is more pragmatic and has almost no beautiful dreams about love. After all, when others were young girls, she was working everywhere to pay for her school and living expenses. When others were having pure campus romances, she was thinking about what kind of job to find after graduation.
But no matter how pragmatic she was, she was still a girl, and when she had some free time, when her mind and body were occasionally free, she would imagine what her future lover would be like.
At that time, she imagined a scene: she was busy in the kitchen, and her lover came home, hugged her silently from behind, and then the two of them smiled at each other. They didn't need to say anything, because everything was in this smile.
But imagination is just imagination after all. At that time, she didn't even know if she had time to fall in love, and even if she did, she didn't know if she had time to be so affectionate with the other person.
So, when the beauty that she had once imagined happened to her unexpectedly, Yang Shushu was stunned, standing there motionless with the shovel in her hand, forgetting the smile she turned back, the affectionate gaze, and the fact that a layer of crust was forming at the bottom of the pot.
Until a gentle kiss was imprinted on her cheek, and at the same time she heard a soft voice reminding her: "Shushu, the rice is burnt."
She suddenly came back to her senses, ignoring the pink bubble atmosphere that was about to burst out between the two of them, and powerfully waved the spatula and shouted: "Get out of here, it's over, it's over, the bottom of the pot is burnt, what kind of pot did you use? It got burnt so easily, damn..."
Mu Shicang stepped aside and watched her arguing with a pot in a panic: "No, why are you in such a hurry? The rice isn't even hot yet. You're waiting to be replaced, right? Tsk, let it be mushy. I'm not going to eat it anyway."
Mu Shicang: "..." So this husband of hers was picked up from the trash can, right?
Yang Shushu scooped the rice out of the pot. Although she said so, she still didn't scoop out the burnt bottom of the pot. However, looking down at the black and yellow fried rice, she still felt a little embarrassed. When she put the rice on the table, she couldn't help but complain: "Why are you acting like a hooligan all of a sudden?"
At that moment, she thought she had experienced the suspension bridge effect again.
Mu Shicang had already prepared his chopsticks. He looked down at the yellow and black fried noodles in front of him, and without hesitation, he picked up his chopsticks and started eating. His fearless look made Yang Shushu a little confused.
"Hey, why don't you just order takeout? You have such a delicate stomach, what if you get an upset stomach..."
"It tastes pretty good, why don't you try it?" Mu Shicang picked up a mouthful of rice, which was topped with an egg and carrot, but there was also a piece of mushy rice in the middle.
Yang Shushu looked at it and thought that if she ignored the paste, it actually looked pretty good. Then she looked at Mu Shicang's smile and the fact that he had just taken a few bites. She thought that although it looked a bit ugly, the taste should not be particularly bad, so she ate it with his chopsticks.
As a result, when she took a bite, a strong smell of smoke spread in her mouth, and the aroma of rice and eggs disappeared. She covered her mouth and swallowed the rice reluctantly, then reached out to grab the plate in front of him, but he snatched it away.
"This is the first time you made it for me. It's very memorable. I have to finish it."
As he spoke, he actually took two more bites. Yang Shushu looked at him with a look of misery, and suddenly felt a little guilty. She should have been more attentive just now.
"Don't eat anymore. I'll make you another plate." As she said that, she rolled up her sleeves and reached out to grab the plate from his hand, but Mu Shicang didn't let go. Instead, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms: "Shushu, we missed a lot of time, but in the future I want to remember every first time we had."
Yang Shushu's hand, which was about to grab the plate, paused, her eyes fixed on the dishevel of her failed work. Why was this guy making such emotional comments? It was just a plate of fried rice.
"Mu Shicang, you..."
"Shh! Don't you think the atmosphere is good? Should we kiss or something?" Mu Shicang held the plate in one hand and put his arm around her waist with the other, blinking ambiguously. His peach blossom eyes were like natural generators, and every blink made people feel numb all over.
Yang Shushu felt that this situation was very wrong. What usually occurred between her and him was a physical reaction, definitely not this kind of magical reaction. It felt too unreal.
"Master Xiao Mu, I strongly suggest you invest in a film about gods and demons, and then play a male vixen or something, absolutely true to yourself." She waved her finger in front of his eyes, "But we're all thousand-year-old foxes, so don't try to flirt with me."
Mu Shicang discovered that his wife was the straightest of straight women, straighter than steel. In this pink atmosphere, couldn't she show a little bit of a woman's shyness?
It’s better not to speak, but once you speak you will hurt others!
Yang Shushu struggled out of his grasp and gave up trying to grab the plate. She took a step back and said, "There's still some rice. I'll fry two more. I'm hungry too."
Having said that, she turned around and went back into the kitchen. Once inside, she quickly pretended to get some food from the refrigerator, then stuffed her entire head into the refrigerator, and then spat heavily.
Big brother heart, please beat slower. Big sister blood, please flow slower. My face is getting congested now!
Mu Shicang was quite motivated. He was used to women throwing themselves at him with just a glance. Now that he had a wife who could remain calm despite her intentional seductions, he suddenly felt that his future life would be particularly challenging.
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Two plates of egg fried rice came out of the pot, and this time there was no overturning. The two sat face to face in the restaurant to eat, the atmosphere became normal, and Yang Shushu began to talk about her business.
"I only used a little over 200,000 of the one million you lent me last time. I'll return the remaining 700,000 first. I'll pay you back in installments once I get a job."
Mu Shicang had just eaten almost half a plate of egg fried rice, so he couldn't eat much now, but he was still savoring it slowly. He was originally thinking happily that he would have a good meal in the future because of his wife's good cooking skills, but his high spirits suddenly fell from mid-air.
He slowly put down his chopsticks, his peach blossom eyes clouded over with gloom: "Shushu, what do you mean?"
Yang Shushu didn't notice his expression change, still lowering her head to eat: "I don't mean anything else, I didn't intend to borrow so much before, so much money is useless in my hands, I might as well return it to you sooner, and today..."
In the middle of her words, Yang Shushu suddenly stopped talking when she looked up. She even forgot to chew the food in her mouth. After pausing for more than ten seconds, she grinned a little impatiently, said nothing, and lowered her head to continue eating.
But in my heart I was thinking: This guy is really a lunatic. He was teasing her affectionately just a few minutes ago, but now his face has changed. Isn't it just that she spent more than 200,000 yuan in less than a month? Is it really necessary to change his face?
Well, she admitted that she made more than 200,000 yuan in less than a month, which was quite impressive.
"Yang Shushu." Mu Shicang spoke, but his tone was sinister: "Who do you think I am?"
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