When she arrived at the main room, she was stunned to see the closed bedroom door opposite and the empty main room.
None of them got up either?
It turns out I wasn't the only one who slept so soundly last night; these two slept quite well too. Did they sleep so well last night?
She had no choice but to walk across the street and knock on the door:
"Brother, are you up yet? Why aren't you up yet? It's so late! Sister Yuanyuan has a fever, hurry up and make breakfast!"
"Get up, get up! What's wrong with Fang Yuan? Is he still not better? Should we go to town to check on him?"
Inside the house, Luo Jin opened the door and came out to ask.
He slept really well last night, didn't have a single dream, and didn't expect to wake up so late.
"What's wrong? What happened to Fang Yuan?" Zhou He asked as he came out from inside.
"What's wrong with you guys? Why are you up later than me?"
Seeing that the two of them clearly looked like they had just woken up, Zhou Jiahui asked directly.
These two usually don't get up this late, even if they do.
"I slept so well last night, and since I was resting anyway, I slept a little longer."
As Luo Jin spoke, he opened the door, and a blast of cold air hit him, making him shiver.
"Hiss~ Why is it still snowing? Has the temperature dropped again?"
Outside the door, everything was a blanket of white; the snow on the ground was even thicker than yesterday, and snowflakes were still falling from the sky.
"It's really cold. Quickly close the door. It's so cold today. No wonder I can't get out of bed. I want to go back to the kang (heated brick bed) now."
Zhou Jiahui also shrank back and wrapped her cotton-padded coat tighter around herself.
Winters in Northeast China are so cold!
"You just said Fang Yuan's illness is serious?" Zhou He asked again uncertainly.
Logically speaking, her health should be very good, and a slight cold shouldn't be too serious, right?
Zhou Jiahui nodded: "Yes, Sister Yuanyuan has a bit of a fever, could you cook some porridge for her?"
"You have a fever? Should we go to town to get it checked out?" Zhou He asked.
Drinking porridge won't help when you have a fever; you need to take medicine or get an injection.
Zhou Jiahui shook her head: "She said it's not necessary. She got fever reducer when she came back yesterday, but you have to cook breakfast."
"It's already eleven o'clock, breakfast? Let's combine it with lunch!" Luo Jin said with a smile, glancing at his watch.
"Alright, I'll cook some porridge, and... a few salted duck eggs?" Zhou He said after looking around.
Since there's medicine, let's try it first. After all, it's too much trouble to go out in this cold weather, but he's the only one who can cook this meal.
There was no other way; of the four of them, only Fang Yuan and he could barely cook.
“Since we have pickled vegetables, we don’t need salted duck eggs. Why don’t you make some pancakes?” Zhou Jiahui said after thinking for a moment.
"Okay, then hurry up and start a fire!"
Zhou He asked Zhou Jiahui to start the fire, while he went to knead the dough.
It's a pity that his cooking skills are such that he can cook the food well, but the taste is just average.
Fortunately, Fang Yuan only drank porridge.
After eating Zhou He's cooking for two days in a row, Zhou Jiahui couldn't sit still anymore.
"Sister Yuanyuan, are you all better?"
On the third day, the first thing Zhou Jiahui did after getting up was to ask Fang Yuan if he was alright.
"Okay, what's wrong?"
After two days of rest, Fang Yuan has fully recovered.
The snow outside finally stopped, and the sun even came out.
"Really? That's great! Please don't make my brother cook." Zhou Jiahui looked at Fang Yuan pitifully.
I've been forcing myself to eat these past few days; her brother can only cook, but it's really not good.
"Pfft!"
Fang Yuan laughed: "Is it really that exaggerated?"
"Yes, yes, I can't live without your food," Zhou Jiahui said praisingly.
What her brother made couldn't even be considered a dish; it was practically pig slop.
"I also request that Chef Fang take over the cooking again." Luo Jin's voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"·····"
Did this guy overhear their conversation?
Zhou He, who was about to scoop rice, stopped what he was doing, silently put the basin back, and added, "I agree too!"
He knew his cooking skills were mediocre, especially after eating Fang Yuan's dishes; he didn't even want to eat his own cooking anymore.
Hearing what the two said, Fang Yuan was amused and went to the main room.
He smiled at the two of them and said, "Alright, thank you for keeping me company with light meals for the past few days. I'll cook something nice for you today."
It seems that not only was she tired of drinking porridge, but even the person who cooked it was starting to dislike their own cooking skills.
"Sister Yuanyuan, what are you going to do? Just tell me. I'll wash the vegetables. Please don't catch a cold again," Zhou Jiahui asked obsequiously.
"Shall we start by feeding him some dumpling soup in the morning to get him used to it, and then have something else for lunch?" Fang Yuan thought for a moment and said.
"Okay, so... what is dumpling soup? What vegetables do I need to wash?" Zhou Jiahui asked, scratching her head.
"...I need you to start the fire," Fang Yuan replied, glancing at her.
She went to the cellar and took carrots, potatoes, wood ear mushrooms, and cabbage.
Although most dumpling soups are served with tomatoes, she didn't have any tomatoes stored at home, and she couldn't easily take some out of her storage space, so she could only try her best to make it.
"Wow, it smells so good! It's the same breakfast, but Yuanyuan, yours tastes especially good."
While eating the dumpling soup, Zhou Jiahui once again began her flattery routine.
This was her first time trying this dumpling soup, but it tasted really good, ten times better than what her brother made.
“You saw how I did it just now. You can try to do it yourself next time,” Fang Yuan replied.
"Huh? Then forget it. I'm the kind of person who can learn something just by looking at it but fails at it once I start learning. I'd better not learn it."
Zhou Jiahui gave an awkward smile, finished speaking, served herself her noodle soup, and slipped away.
Zhou He and Luo Jin remained silent, each secretly planning to find a wife who could cook.
Drinking this dumpling soup made me feel so comfortable; at least I could finally have a normal meal.
"Sister Yuanyuan, the snow has stopped outside. I'm going to go for a walk."
After eating and drinking her fill, Zhou Jiahui couldn't sit still at home for several days, so she rushed off to the educated youth settlement.
After Liu Chunfang changed her ways, she now likes to go to the former educated youth settlement when she goes out for a stroll.
However, not long after, Zhou Jiahui returned with some bombshell news about Wang Qingqing.
"Sister Yuanyuan, I heard some news. A young educated youth from the next brigade was caught having an affair."
Zhou Jiahui's expression when she spoke was unusually excited.
"What? What happened?" Fang Yuan asked, feigning curiosity.
"Do you know Yuan Yuan, the educated youth from Yong Sheng Brigade next door? The one who had an affair is Wang Qingqing, and she's with one of the village's good-for-nothings!" Zhou Jiahui whispered to Fang Yuan.
When she first heard the news, she wasn't sure either.
I thought she was like Liu Chunfang, who was drugged and framed.
She only believed him after he repeatedly assured her that the two were indeed having an affair.
The main thing is that this time it happened at Wang Qingqing's house. It is said that the two of them slept soundly in each other's arms, and it was not forced at all.
"Wang Qingqing? How could that be? She has very high standards!" Fang Yuan replied with disbelief.
But in his heart, he wondered if she was satisfied with the gift he had given her.
After all, she owed someone a life because she had been shot in her previous life, and this life was a good way to repay that debt.
"It's true, the house caught fire the day they got together. She fell asleep after having sex with the man, and the firefighters found her when they went in."
Zhou Jiahui, fearing Fang Yuan wouldn't believe her, said excitedly.
She felt that this person deserved it; it was her fault for being a bad person and causing Sister Yuanyuan to go to the countryside.
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