Although I haven't lived here for a long time, Fang Jinyao still asks a part-time worker to come and clean the house every once in a while. Her meticulousness is really impeccable.
Qin Yuhuan lifted a stool and opened the highest cabinet door. She took down small storage boxes one by one. "It might be a little dusty. I haven't cleaned this cabinet since I put it there."
She also didn't have the habit of looking through her past diaries, so she would fill the box up every once in a while after sorting it out.
Ziyi held the bench while picking up the storage boxes, and placed them at her feet. When Qin Yuhuan finished moving the three boxes, she jumped off the bench with Ziyi's help. She looked down and saw that the three boxes were crooked, which made her eyebrows twitch.
Ziyi followed Qin Yuhuan's gaze towards the ground and immediately laughed. She squatted down and started to clean up: "I'll straighten it for you."
Seeing that the malicious Ziyi only aligned two storage boxes and failed to align the third one, she couldn't help but squat down as well, stretched out a hand, and silently straightened the third box.
Ziyi laughed non-stop, "Sister, your obsessive-compulsive disorder is so cute."
Qin Yuhuan: ...
Ever since Ziyi exposed the fact that she has obsessive-compulsive disorder, there are always fans who deserve a beating coming under her Weibo posts and angrily posting pictures that drive people with obsessive-compulsive disorder crazy, or always missing the last word when typing.
"You just love to bully me." Qin Yuhuan slowly squeezed Ziyi's face with both hands, and her watery almond eyes looked at her eagerly. The smile in her eyes was as bright and dazzling as the stars in the night sky.
Qin Yuhuan couldn't help but feel helpless: "I'm so angry. Facing your face that suits my taste, I don't want to lose my temper at all."
"Then I have to take good care of myself." With Qin Yuhuan pinching her cheek, Ziyi's words were a little unclear. "Oh, I also have to take care of my hands and my voice, right? I'll go buy insurance tomorrow. If there's any damage, I'll ask the insurance company to pay for it. We'll split the money in half."
Qin Yuhuan: ...
"I'm just poor. Do you want to stay here tonight, or take the diary back home?"
She can do everything.
"Well...it's not impossible to stay..." Ziyi glanced at the kitchen, "Do we have food to eat?"
"There should be eggs and rice. I can make fried rice." Qin Yuhuan knew how to make the simplest fried rice. At least it wasn't as dark as her tea eggs. She stood up and dusted herself off. "I'll go wash the rice and cook."
She guessed that Ziyi was about to order food from the hotel, so she turned around and pinched Ziyi's mouth as she was about to speak, "I still have the energy to cook a meal. You haven't tasted my real cooking skills yet."
She had been too busy recently and hadn't been to her beloved kitchen for a long time. Now she was really tempted to cook some fried rice.
Ziyi nodded obediently, and she was already thinking about whether she should inform the hotel and ask the chef to get off work later so that she could get the overtime pay.
Qin Yuhuan was busy in the kitchen, and began to organize the diaries at ease.
These diaries are almost all small notebooks that are very common in stationery stores. In the earliest times, there were even pinyin notebooks and exercise books distributed in school.
When I opened the exercise book, there was still a yellow eye protection paper inside, and the words "Licheng No. 4 Primary School" were written on the edge.
Sunny on September 1st
Go to school and get a book O(∩_∩)O~~
October 3rd Rain
Qin Changping fought with his mother in the store because he didn't want to have such a father.
November 6 sunny
The exam is coming.
…
Ziyi discovered that Qin Yuhuan never wrote pinyin in her diary. She seemed to have known a lot of characters since she was a child. When Qin Yuhuan first started writing her diary, she was still an illiterate, but Qin Yuhuan was already working hard to write a high-end diary.
She came to the kitchen with her elementary school diary. As expected of someone likened to a sloth, she was so slow even beating eggs. "Sister, how come you know so many words at the age of six or seven? You don't even know a single pinyin."
"I lived in Changping until I was four years old. There was an uncle in the village who loved me very much. He would hold me in his arms and teach me to write every day," Qin Yuhuan took off the little maid apron and put it on. When she reached the strap at the back of her waist, Ziyi took it and tied a beautiful bow at the back of her waist.
"He praised me every day, saying I was the smartest child he had ever met," said Qin Yuhuan, who used to have a very good memory and could remember things from when she was three or four years old. "When I was four, my mother took me to Licheng and sent me to live with my grandmother. My grandmother was a Dong, and she taught herself Chinese. She would take me to dance Dong dances and teach me to read. Later, I also learned to use the dictionary myself."
"I didn't return to Licheng until I was eight years old. By then, I knew most of the commonly used characters, but..." Qin Yuhuan seemed a little embarrassed, "Because I started learning characters so early, I often write with my strokes reversed, and I can't change it back."
Each Chinese character has its own writing order. For example, the first stroke of the character "我" is a left-falling stroke, and the second stroke is a horizontal stroke. However, the second stroke of Qin Yuhuan is a vertical hook, and the third stroke is a horizontal stroke.
"I was wondering why you haven't used any pinyin at all. That's quite amazing, Sister Qin." Ziyi sighed, found a place to sit in the kitchen, and continued to flip through her diary.
Qin Yuhuan turned on the fire and fried the eggs until they were half cooked. After that, she started to stir-fry the vegetables. There were no vegetables at home, only the green onions that she had cut and put in the quick-freeze layer.
When the chopped green onions were thrown in, Ziyi's attention began to wander again.
"Sister, when did you go to New Oriental for further studies without telling me?" Ziyi was very surprised. Is this still Qin Yuhuan's cooking skills?
"Try it." Qin Yuhuan scooped a small spoonful, blew it cool, caught it with his hand, and brought it to Ziyi's lips.
Ziyi took a bite with great anticipation, ready for the delicious moment when her taste buds would explode, but...
"The saltiness is good this time," she frowned and took another bite, "but doesn't it taste a bit weird?"
It’s not that strange, it’s just a little different from ordinary egg fried rice.
Qin Yuhuan finished the remaining spoonful of rice and pondered with an academic attitude, "It seems it's because I put ginger in it."
Ziyi: ...
"So this is what egg fried rice tastes like when you add ginger to it," Qin Yuhuan muttered. "I thought I was just out of my mind, but it seems our ancestors have already made it clear for us."
Ziyi: ...
"Well, that's some progress. At least the salt seller is still here this time." Ziyi smiled and went to get the bowls, serving one to each of them. "I'm relieved. I was just wondering, if you fail miserably again this time, how can I eat takeout without damaging your confidence?"
It's good to have a hobby, although Qin Yuhuan doesn't seem to have much talent in this hobby.
Qin Yuhuan pursed her lips and smiled. "According to the traditional script, shouldn't you eat all the food, tell me it's delicious, and then I take a bite out of curiosity, discovering your huge effort, and our relationship takes a step forward because of it?"
Ziyi: ...?
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