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Now that I'm familiar with He Sui, I'm not as reserved when I talk to him as before.
As soon as Song Yingying finished speaking, He Sui pinched her cheeks.
"Speak properly during the Lunar New Year."
Song Yingying pouted, "Uncle, let me go!"
He Sui suddenly smiled.
I used to find the words "uncle" jarring, but now I have to admit, they actually sound quite appealing.
Song Yingying had no idea what He Sui was thinking, and was dragged to the vegetable market again.
Both were wearing black down jackets, and they were both good-looking, looking very well-matched. During the Chinese New Year, vegetables were expensive, and they specifically chose to buy the best varieties, which made the vegetable vendor very happy.
He Sui was pleased to hear this, and even though the dishes were deliberately overpriced, he didn't say anything.
Song Yingying couldn't help but look up at him.
He Sui just happened to lower his gaze.
"What else would you like to eat?"
Song Yingying: "There are so many dishes, it's enough for just the two of us, right?"
He nodded and went to buy some more fruit.
The two returned home, and He Sui took off his down jacket, revealing a cashmere sweater underneath. The house had heating, so it wasn't too cold.
Song Yingying glanced at his back and followed him into the kitchen, ready to help out.
"what I do?"
"Stand there and stay with me."
Song Yingying: "...I'll do something, otherwise it'll feel like I'm just eating for free."
It was clearly Song Yingying who wanted to treat He Sui to the meal.
It turned out that He Sui bought the vegetables and cooked the rice.
He Sui turned around and said, "You can say whatever you want."
Song Yingying didn't insist and carried a stool to sit at the kitchen door.
He Suiyuan was not the rigid old-fashioned person Song Yingying had initially thought he was. He could talk to Song Yingying about anything, from her studies abroad to work-related matters like Yin'an.
Suddenly, Song Yingying smiled.
He Sui paused in his cutting of meat, glanced at her, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I just remembered what happened to He Chenggong on the first day of the Lunar New Year. It was so outrageous, how could I have mistaken him?"
He Sui smiled and said, "That kid hasn't seen He Chenggong in the past few years and thought he was still in high school. He was mistaken that day."
During the few days He Chenggong stayed at home, he would cry out twice every day at the dinner table.
He Sui's father, elder brother, and sister-in-law were all speechless at him.
The two continued talking like that, with only the last dish left to be cooked.
He Sui stewed the ribs, and with twenty minutes to spare, and the kitchen all cleaned up, he took off his apron and came to the living room, taking the opportunity to look at the photos on the wall.
Most of the photos were taken while she was studying abroad. There are photos of her with her classmates, solo photos, photos with the Song family, photos with Qin's grandparents and Qin Zheng.
Seeing He Sui's thoughtful expression, Song Yingying couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
He Sui: "When should we take one too?"
Song Yingying glared at him, "No time!"
He Sui: "You ate my meal for nothing, and you won't even take a picture?"
"Chairman He, you're going back on your word. You just said you weren't eating for free, so how about I go buy you some Brain Gold to help you recover?"
"I can't remember when it happened."
Song Yingying gave a soft hum.
The food in the pot was cooked very quickly.
Four dishes and one soup.
The restaurant was filled with the aroma of food.
"Want to try some?"
After He Sui sat down, Song Yingying began to eat. She took a bite of the braised pork and her eyes lit up.
"Uncle, where did you study cooking?"
He Sui: "I used to live outside and learned it on my own."
He Sui's working conditions were not as good as they are now. He lived outside, was busy with work, and it was inconvenient to hire a nanny, so he usually took care of things himself.
"And you, what about your days in the Song family?"
Song Yingying: "It's nothing. My aunt and uncle are very good to me, and my brothers are good to me too."
He Sui knew about Song Yingying's past, but she didn't want to talk about it, so He Sui didn't ask any further.
To be fair, Song Xinfu and his wife did treat Song Yingying well. Although she wasn't their biological daughter, she was treated no differently than Song Rongrong. With so many children in the family, some bias was inevitable. Things got much better after the three brothers, the eldest, third, and fifth, were kicked out.
After the meal, Song Yingying offered to wash the dishes, but He Sui told her to wash the fruit instead.
Song Yingying felt bad and said, "I'll wash the dishes."
He Sui: "Washing dishes hurts your hands."
Song Yingying was stunned and looked at He Sui in disbelief.
Few men around her would say such things. Even in the Song family, men and women always did housework separately; there was no reason for one person to do it all.
He Sui: "The water is cold, it freezes my hands."
"...There is hot water."
"I'm here, why are you washing the dishes?"
He Sui's eyes were bright, reflecting Song Yingying's image.
Her heart suddenly started pounding. Not just today, but every time He Sui was kind to her, she would suppress those strange feelings in her heart and dare not think about them too deeply.
Seeing that she didn't move, He Sui raised his hand and rubbed her head.
"Don't you think I'm particularly suited for marriage?"
Song Yingying: "...You wish!"
He Sui laughed, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and he quickly took the bowl into the kitchen.
Song Yingying was wiping the table outside.
When she had nothing to do, she would stand by the kitchen door and watch him.
He Sui and his elder brother both resembled their grandmother, with handsome and upright features. Only He Chenggong resembled his grandfather, with a somewhat fierce face. Coupled with his height and build, he looked like a small mountain when he stood there.
He Sui was about the same age as Song Guomin, but looked five or six years younger, appearing to be in his early thirties. He had broad shoulders and long legs. He used to always wear suits and had a cold demeanor, typical of a big boss, which made Song Yingying rarely pay attention to He Sui's face and figure.
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