Chapter 31 31 Out of 10, 100% of them are not good
Over the weekend, Tang Ke called the furniture store owner in advance and explained his needs clearly, which saved them a lot of time when they arrived at the store.
The study's furnishings were arranged vertically, and the bed was kept as narrow as possible while ensuring most items remained in place. Fortunately, according to insider information shared by Fu Yu himself, he sleeps very comfortably, so a bed width of 1.2 meters is more than enough for him to lie down comfortably. Furthermore, as he's over 1.8 meters tall, a bed length of 2 meters is more appropriate to provide a sense of security below the ankles.
Tang Ke asked Fu Yu to lie down and feel it.
As a result, he lay down, said good night, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Tang Ke didn't bother to care about him shamelessly occupying public resources, and started chatting with the boss. She wanted to buy a dressing table for herself.
What should I do if my wife is too reliable? Fu Yu thought as he closed his eyes to rest.
He folded his left hand over the back of his right, revealing a smooth silver ring. He stood serenely, like a mummy. In his original plan, he was supposed to resemble Sleeping Beauty. Sadly, the reality was a mummy.
The phone in his pocket vibrated at an inopportune time, and Fu Yu picked up the call.
"Hello? What are you doing?"
It's Mom. She'll ask that if I'm a second late.
"Sleeping." He answered truthfully, as if the comings and goings of the furniture store did not exist.
Qiu Yanfang angrily scolded: "What time is it and you're still asleep?! You stayed up late playing games again last night, didn't you?! Can't you be more self-aware as a married man?"
Fu Yu listened indifferently, and did not talk back even though the scolding was unjust.
Because once you talk back, it won't be unfair.
"Has Xiao Ke moved in yet? Your dad and I want to have dinner with our daughter-in-law. Xiao Ke's been here for a while now, hasn't he? We haven't had a home-cooked meal together yet. That's so awkward! When can we go to your place and cook a meal for you? Let Xiao Ke try your dad's braised eggplant and your mom's sweet and sour pork ribs, what do you think? Oh, and does Xiao Ke have any dietary restrictions? Please ask for me!" Qiu Yanfang planned excitedly, but there was no response from the other end of the line. She raised her voice and shouted, "Fu Yu! Are you listening?"
In an era when communication was not well developed, his voice was so good that it could carry a sound across two mountains without any damage. Now, he easily helped Fu Yu sit up on the mattress and said, "She is right next to me, you can talk to her yourself."
Qiu Yanfang was stunned. So, this guy wasn't staying up late playing games? She had wrongly blamed him.
Fu Yu, who hadn't stayed up late at all, waved Tang Ke over, handed him his phone, and said, "My mother wants to see you."
Tang Ke was surprised. Why did her mother-in-law use an intermediary to contact her when she clearly had her number and WeChat? No matter what, she couldn't be impolite.
"Hey, Auntie, what's the matter?" She picked up the bag of the three-good student and asked sweetly.
Qiu Yanfang instantly became gentle and soft, smiling lightly: "How can I still be an aunt? I am not an aunt anymore."
Tang Ke said cleverly, "Hey, if you haven't changed, then I'll follow Fu Yu and call you mom from now on! What do you want from me, mom?"
Fu Yu raised his eyes silently, taking in her delicate appearance.
She had never sung such a song to comfort a child before.
Since the young couple was already sleeping together, Qiu Yanfang automatically assumed that Tang Ke had moved in a long time ago, so she skipped the first question and went straight to promoting the home cooking skills of the old couple from the Fu family.
"It's better to do it today than to wait for another day. How about tonight? Tell me what you want to eat. Fu Yu's father and I will go to the vegetable market to buy it this afternoon! You have been in our house for so long, but we haven't let you feel the atmosphere of home. We feel so sorry..." Qiu Yanfang had so many things to say to her daughter-in-law, and she couldn't stop talking once she started.
Tang Ke's expression gradually became troubled. She looked at Fu Yu bitterly, but he spread his hands, his face full of "sons have no say", which made her even more headache. She could only say tactfully, "I feel even worse if the elders cook while the younger ones enjoy. We will prepare the meal together. Fu Yu and I have been busy these past few days, and a lot of things are left tidy at home. It's a mess. Let's invite Mom and Dad over after we've cleaned up. Otherwise, I'd be embarrassed if you laughed at me."
Qiu Yanfang was so touched by the words "Mom and Dad" that she quickly embraced them, fearing that her beloved daughter would run away. "Hey, it's okay. I just want to spend more time with you. Maybe I was too impatient. If you're busy, we'll come another day. We don't expect anything else but for you to live a good life. Xiao Ke, you should have a good rest. If you need anything, just tell Mom, okay? How could it be! Marrying into my family means you're half my daughter. How can it be considered a trouble? It's not a trouble at all! Hey, okay, you guys are busy. Bye!"
After hanging up the phone, Tang Ke breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. Dealing with elders wasn't as easy as dealing with peers; if she wasn't careful, she'd appear disrespectful. However, Fu Yu's mother resembled her own mother in some ways; perhaps, once they got to know each other better, they could finally join hands and call each other "sisters."
Fu Yu stood up slowly, like an old man who has sat on a park bench for so long that his back aches, and then stretched himself out. He asked them what they had said.
"What's the point of having a separate page of the family tree for our children?" Tang Ke hit him.
Fu Yu was very experienced at being a punching bag. He raised his hand to cover the place where he was attacked and asked, "Don't you want them to come over?"
"Not really." Tang Ke pouted. "Having a meal is nothing, but...what if they find out that we sleep in separate rooms?"
"Just lock the study. They won't interfere with my personal privacy." Fu Yu said lightly.
Tang Ke nodded and said, "Put two more pillows on my bed to prevent any accidents."
The selected bed and dressing table were delivered to the door by the furniture store's craftsman. If nothing goes wrong, Tang Ke will be able to sleep on the extra-large double bed tonight.
After returning home, she first went to the Cainiao Express Station to pick up a bunch of packages. In the end, she bought the red men's underwear to add to her father's good fortune in his zodiac year. Then, she followed Fu Yu to the beef noodle restaurant downstairs in the community for dinner. Afterward, they took a walk and bought a bag of apples and a bag of grapes at a fruit shop. Many people greeted Fu Yu along the way, and Tang Ke was quite surprised that he knew so many people.
The owner of the noodle shop calls him "Awu Awu", which means "Ayu" in his hometown dialect. The old lady selling fruit calls him Little Glasses because he always wears a pair of black glasses on his face. The uncle in the convenience store calls him College Student to serve as a role model for his granddaughter who is in elementary school.
Tang Ke felt that Fu Yu was like a tumbler.
It won't fall down no matter how you touch it.
He never gets particularly angry, nor does he get particularly happy. His emotions are stable, like a tumbler that sways from side to side but eventually settles down and doesn't fall over. He accepts whatever others say about him, at most keeping his mouth shut and trying to keep calm for a while.
He did live a peaceful life, and eventually he married her.
But there were also times when she was the type of bad person who just wanted to knock the tumbler down. Tang Ke deliberately squeezed his arm.
"Hmm?" Fu Yu tilted his head to look at her.
"Are you the good kid on this street?" Tang Ke blinked, "They all like you very much."
Good boy. Who taught her to describe a man in his late twenties like that?
Fu Yu pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "I wouldn't dare go to someone who hates me, mainly."
Tang Ke laughed heartily, "Who hates you? Tell me, and I'll do justice for you."
"That place that sells braised chicken with rice." Fu Yu pointed to the sign in the front left.
"What did they do to you?"
"There's a chicken tied to the door."
Tang Ke had a question mark on his head. "Isn't it normal to tie up chickens? It means their chickens are fresh."
Fu Yu shook his head, "I'm afraid of animals with sharp beaks."
It turns out that he also has something he is particularly afraid of. The heroic appearance of him killing the cockroach without batting an eye left Tang Ke with the impression that he was invincible and fearless. It turns out that he can be afraid.
"Why are you afraid of them? You even raised a dog." Tang Ke walked inside considerately to help him block the chickens' gaze.
"Chicken pecks hurt." Fu Yu didn't lie. He was really scared. Goose bumps appeared on his arms within seconds. "When I was a kid, I couldn't use chopsticks and often dropped rice. They would wait at my feet for me to drop rice. If they didn't catch me, they would peck at my legs. It hurt a lot."
Tang Ke laughed. How could this be? Even a chicken could bully him. He must be too docile.
When they got home, the robot vacuum cleaner had already cleaned every room spotlessly. Fu Yu made the bed in the second bedroom while Tang Ke went to take a shower.
When she came out of the shower, Fu Yu had not only made the bed but also washed the grapes and was sitting in the living room watching a movie.
"Wow, with a wife like this, what else could a husband ask for?" Tang Ke sighed and sat down on the sofa to enjoy the success.
Fu Yu glanced at her hair, which was wrapped in a hair drying cap. A strand of hair that had fallen out was still dripping with water. He said, "Let's blow dry your hair first."
"Hmm." Tang Ke, using his hamster's food-saving instinct, stuffed two grapes into his mouth and asked vaguely, "Where's the hair dryer? I sold my second-hand one."
Fu Yu walked into the bathroom and took out a hair dryer from the drawer under the sink. He stood there for a moment before walking out and handing it to her.
He sat back on the sofa, grabbed a pillow and placed it on his lap, continuing to watch the movie with an expressionless face.
One hundred percent out of ten is not good.
Tang Ke was drying his hair in the bathroom and loudly asked where the hair dryer should be placed.
"The first drawer," he replied.
After a while, Tang Ke came out with a head of frizzy hair, steaming hot, and no makeup on. The fragrance of shampoo and shower gel filled his nose.
Now the situation is 200% bad out of 10.
Fu Yu looked straight ahead, said nothing, and felt a dull pain in a certain part of his body.
Perhaps it was his conscience. A dull ache, a pain that was difficult to dispel.
The movie was a well-known comedy starring Stephen Chow, and even though she knew what was going to happen next, Tang Ke still watched it with great interest. However, when she turned around, she found that Fu Yu had a stern face and his mouth was pressed into a straight line.
What kind of calmness is he enduring?
"If you don't like it, why don't we change it?" she said.
The reflection of the projection kept changing on his upright facial features. He opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing, and his Adam's apple rolled in vain.
Or was she upset because she ate too many grapes and didn't share any with him? That shouldn't be the case. He's not that stubborn. It's his nature to take things for himself if he has hands.
Tang Ke picked up a grape, stealthily put it to his mouth, and said, "Do you want to eat it too?"
Fu Yu lowered his eyes to look at the grapes still covered with water droplets, his eyelashes trembling slightly. It wasn't just the grapes that were wet.
He bit half of the flesh, and his lips touched her fingertips. Tang Ke didn't expect him to take it with his mouth, so he pushed his thumb in, trying to put it in directly, but he caught his teeth and the grape fell out.
Falling into the gap between the pillow and him.
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