"Sister, are you hinting at something?" Ziyi was amused. "If it's really hard to swallow, it's shameful to waste food, but there's no need to embarrass yourself."
I have learned my lesson this time and will avoid this pitfall next time I cook. Then this pot of rice can be considered a "death by a good cause".
"I'm just using the script I've read to prove to Xiaozi that you're a unique person." Qin Yuhuan finished speaking, nibbling on his rice. "It's actually not bad. It seems I've grasped it this time."
"Yeah, that's great. Sister is really good. I can't do that." Ziyi is quite self-aware. "I can't even turn on a gas stove."
"It's enough to have someone who can cook at home." Qin Yuhuan didn't have any high demands on herself. She was satisfied as long as she could cook a pot of edible rice.
"It's enough to have someone at home who can wash dishes. You can't compete with me for that." Ziyi blinked.
Qin Yuhuan raised his eyebrows and said, "It just so happens that there is half a bottle of dishwashing liquid left at home, enough for you to use once."
Ziyi: ...
"According to your outrageous script, shouldn't you feel extremely guilty towards me, thinking that I even have to work in the kitchen while being with you, and from then on be completely obedient to me, doubly pamper me, and swear to give me a good life?"
Qin Yuhuan was amused and laughed, "How come you are so good at guessing? You guessed everything."
"Ziyu sometimes loves watching these emotionally draining dramas. Whenever I pass by, she'll pull me aside to explain them, telling me they're all negative examples for me." Ziyi bit her spoon and shook her head. "She told me that the most important thing in life is not to be hard on yourself. If you're happy, then whether others are happy or not is secondary. Don't always reflect on yourself."
Unfortunately, it took her a lifetime to learn and practice this truth, and she reflected on herself a lot in her previous life.
"That makes sense." Qin Yuhuan agreed. "Aunt Ziyu is my idol."
You have to know that Ziyu's own story is like the beginning of a Mary Sue novel: the lover of a rich young man, a woman who came from an orphanage, and a arrogant and overbearing mother-in-law who offered her five million and told her to leave...
If I were even slightly more fragile, I wouldn’t be where I am today.
"Your idol said she should have been more thorough back then, asking my grandma to sign a gift agreement. That way, she could have taken the five million dollars with more confidence. Otherwise, she was just lucky. I bet grandma wouldn't have thought five million dollars of it."
In the early days of Ziyu's company, Ji Minjun tricked her into recovering money and cut off her working capital. She really had no choice but to go back with Ziyi and become a "rich man's mistress" who could not be seen in public.
"I've learned it." Qin Yuhuan seemed to be lost in thought. Suddenly, he took out his phone from his pocket and seemed to be typing. "Let me see how to write a donation agreement and write one for you when the time comes."
Posture:?
"Why are you writing this to me?"
"It's better to take precautions before they happen." Qin Yuhuan said frankly, "I'm afraid if something happens to me, my relatives will take the inheritance..."
Seeing Ziyi's cold face, Qin Yuhuan suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, which was what Ziyi hated the most.
She put down her chopsticks, stood up and walked to the other side, hooked her fingers with Ziyi's, and apologized softly: "I said the wrong thing."
Ziyi pulled her chair back and patted her thigh. Qin Yuhuan understood and sat on Ziyi's lap. She crossed her fingers around her neck and kissed her on the side of her cheek, "Kiss you, don't be angry."
"You didn't say anything wrong." Ziyi laughed and put her arms around Qin Yuhuan's waist. "I'm just too sensitive. I should be the one writing this. Even if your relatives come looking for me, they can't take anything away from me."
She has money and can use it to buy everything Qin Yuhuan gave her.
But Qin Yuhuan couldn't do that.
"I understand your feelings." Qin Yuhuan hugged Ziyi tightly, "I also can't hear unlucky words about you from you. It will hurt my heart."
"Don't worry, we will be together forever in this life. I am also very fierce and will hold you tightly." Ziyi smiled and patted Qin Yuhuan's back, "Hurry up and finish the meal my girlfriend cooked. Don't let her hard work go to waste."
After dinner, she still had to catch up on her girlfriend's diary.
"As you say, as you say." Qin Yuhuan made a gesture of surrender and slowly returned to his seat. "I promise not to waste your girlfriend's kindness."
Qin Yuhuan's diary is very concise, often covering the day in just one sentence, and she does not write every day.
It is not called a diary, but it is more like a notepad, which records her strong thoughts at a certain moment, or things that happened in her life that made her emotional ups and downs.
"Your handwriting has been really neat since you were a child." Ziyi muttered as she flipped through the pages, while Qin Yuhuan spread a yoga mat beside her and reviewed what she had learned in today's dance class.
"I haven't learned to write cursive yet. Writing this way is the easiest way to get a good grade on the test." Qin Yuhuan knelt on the yoga mat, leaning forward and doing a cat stretch. She adjusted her breathing and added, "I'm very good at taking tests."
She is not the smartest in science, but high scores in ordinary exams do not require special talent in science. Mastering some appropriate skills will always bring her more points.
In my junior high school diary, there is a passage that says: The principal assigned all the poor students to one class, and finally let them use the same teacher as our experimental class. In fact, most of them were forced to give up the high school entrance examination because of their poor grades.
"I remember you went to... No. 4 Middle School for junior high?" Ziyi had a vague impression that No. 4 Middle School used to be the worst school in Licheng, a gathering place for street urchins. Whenever No. 4 Middle School was mentioned, the first reaction of Licheng people would be: "poor students."
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