If it were anything else, Qin Yuhuan could still solemnly promise that she could do it, but...
Ziyi looked at Qin Yuhuan, who was silent but only smiling at her obediently, and her heart skipped a beat. "Okay, I'll trust you again."
I went to the convenience store and bought a few bags of pickled pepper flavored instant noodles, but it still wasn't enough, so I picked up a bag of snacks.
Qin Yuhuan seemed to be stimulated by the snacks, "I will succeed."
As it turned out, the casserole powder was not successful, but the casserole did crack.
Posture: ???
"Qin Yuhuan is so amazing, he can even crack a pot?"
Qin Yuhuan: ...
"This pot may not be suitable for cooking noodles."
"Luckily, I've prepared something else. Senbei?" Ziyi handed over an opened packet of biscuits. "Want Want, I have to."
Qin Yuhuan turned off the gas, looking rather dejected. Ziyi wanted to say a few words of comfort to her, but the next second she became high-spirited again and opened the short video app to start searching for a tutorial on how to make clay pot noodles.
"Very good, Qin Yuhuan. You have shown me the real-life version of not being arrogant when you win and not being discouraged when you lose."
Ziyi opened another bag of potato chips, and after finishing it, she felt dry, so she went to the kitchen to get a cup of fruit tea. "Apart from anything else, your fruit tea is really good, so sweet. I even want to get the recipe."
"I can make fruit tea with my hands, but why can't I make clay pot noodles with my hands? Can you help me see what these two are?"
Qin Yuhuan stretched out his hands and flipped them back and forth in front of Ziyi, his round nails glistening in the light. "Am I hallucinating? I actually have prosthetic limbs?"
Ziyi started laughing again, "How can you be so funny? If this isn't a real hand, what is it?"
Qin Yuhuan paused for a long time and thought for a long time: "It's parasitic. It's a hand, but it's definitely not my hand. My hand can cook."
Ziyi: "Hahahahahahaha, yes, you might have temporarily replaced my hand. My hand can't move..."
Qin Yuhuan cast a suspicious look at him. Ziyi remembered that she had boasted about being a good cook and quickly changed her words: "Well... I can cook. Maybe I've really been parasitized. If the casserole hadn't been cracked, I would have been making you some flour by now."
"If I tell you that I have a clay pot at home, how will Xiaozi respond?" Qin Yuhuan smiled with eyes that looked like a pair of crescent moons, revealing a bit of cunning.
Ziyi: ...
"Well, I haven't read the guide yet. The light of knowledge hasn't enveloped me yet."
He sat upright, frowning in thought, "I've been driving all day and my eyes are dazzled. Hey, why is this thing seeing double?"
Qin Yuhuan: ...
"The water in the bathroom should be almost gone. Are you staying here tonight? If so, go take a shower."
"It's fine if you stay or not, but if you stay, I'll sleep on the sofa."
Ziyi had stayed here before, and had slept in the same bed with Qin Yuhuan many times. Occasionally, when she felt conflicted, she would still hesitate for a moment. "You know, I like girls."
"Have you slept with Shen Zhiming?" Qin Yuhuan changed the subject and suddenly pulled a third person in.
"Yes," Ziyi answered subconsciously, "She and I went to the same kindergarten, elementary school, and junior high school. Her parents were busy with work, so they often left her at my house. We shared a bed since we were little, and even bathed in the same bucket when we were younger."
Later on, it didn't work. She was tall and Zhiming was also tall, and the small bucket couldn't hold both of them.
"But isn't your question a bit problematic? What do you mean by 'Have I slept with Shen Zhiming?'? It sounds weird." Ziyi pondered it several times. If it's okay, it seems okay. If it's okay, it seems okay.
“Oh, you mean, it’s okay for me to sleep with Shen Zhiming, and it’s okay for me to sleep with you, right?”
Ziyi discovered that Qin Yuhuan was sometimes very direct, and sometimes he was very roundabout, taking several detours to say a single sentence.
"So you don't mind if I... interrupt?"
"Don't disturb me. It's nice to have someone to sleep with." Qin Yuhuan went to get a bath towel and handed it to Ziyi. "I also have a childhood friend. We are also very close. It's just that we don't see each other often now. I haven't seen him for two years."
"What's the matter? Are you all too busy?"
"Not really. She's in Ningcheng, but I don't want to see her. In the past few years, I've been a little reluctant to meet people I know, including her, so we only keep in touch on WeChat. Maybe we'll meet this year."
Seeing that Ziyi still wanted to hear what she had to say next, Qin Yuhuan sat obediently on the sofa with a bath towel in her arms, looking at her eagerly, and couldn't help but reach out to touch her head.
Posture:?
Before he could get angry, Qin Yuhuan spoke up, "I used to be... quite arrogant, especially in terms of studying. I was always the best among those around me, until my mother fell ill. My family wasn't rich, but we weren't poor either. I was content."
"I know," Ziyi nodded. "The two underground shops in Longxing have a net income of over 100,000 or even 200,000 yuan a year."
She still knows what the situation is in her shopping mall.
With this annual income, we cannot say that we are rich, but it is enough for a well-off family, and it is definitely not poor.
"When my dad was in a car accident, the driver and the insurance company paid a total of 150,000 yuan in compensation. I also gave the money I earned from filming when I was 20 years old to my family. I estimate that my family should have at least 500,000 yuan in savings." Qin Yuhuan lowered her head and twisted her fingers together. "In the end, my family only had 150,000 yuan."
"Except for the compensation my father gave me, my family hasn't had a penny left over these years."
“My mother was taken to the hospital too late and the doctors were not sure when she would wake up.
A year before the incident, my grandfather had an argument with my mother. He secretly stopped my mother's medical insurance in the village without paying for it or telling her.
So the initial medical expenses are very high, and I need a lot of money to get through the critical period. As long as I pay for next year's medical insurance, I won't have to spend so much money. My mother can survive, even if she... won't wake up, or if she wakes up she won't be able to take care of herself. "
"So I was forced to go to Shuidichou. You know, I posted it on WeChat Moments. When my classmates and friends asked me about it, my pride seemed to be shattered, but I had no choice."
Ziyi imagined it for a moment and understood the feeling of "shattered pride" that Qin Yuhuan described. It was probably when her family went bankrupt and she had to beg for help from others. "And then... the money was still not enough?"
"It's not that it's not enough. I can make up for it. It's just that everyone told me to give up. There are other things." Qin Yuhuan paused and suddenly looked up. "I'm sorry, Ziyi, do you want to hear it? This is not an easy thing. I..."
Ziyi said firmly: "Okay, I want to listen."
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