When Xu Ruantang woke up, her throat was so dry and sore, as if she had walked in the desert all night.
She rubbed her aching temples and sat up, her mind slowly clearing.
"Depend on."
She didn't have a blackout; the scenes from yesterday flashed before her eyes.
How many amazing feats did he accomplish while drunk!
First, he volunteered to participate in the army's August 1st performance, and then he took out the agreement he had signed with Chen Ji and burned it.
Burn it!
Six hundred yuan gone.
That man is a real dog.
Although she offered it voluntarily, it was Chen Jixian who asked her first, and even said he'd perform magic tricks for her, like making money disappear?!
Forget about the money; you can earn it back.
Besides, all things considered, she hasn't spent as much time taking care of Xiaobao as Chen Ji has.
But how could she dare to guarantee Li Shuhe that she could definitely defeat Jia Shuling?
Putting aside her character, Jia Shuling must have considerable talent to be a pillar of the performing arts troupe.
She doesn't know anything about it, mainly because her major is not related to it. She can't exactly go on stage and perform ink splashing!
It's driving me crazy.
The space beside him was empty; Chen Ji must have gone to the army.
She simply went downstairs to wash up in her pajamas, and while brushing her teeth, she remembered something else she had done the night before.
Something that would make her bang her head against a wall and pretend to leave this world.
Last night, she sat on the sofa and insisted on pulling down Chen Ji's pants, saying she wanted to see his scars...
She also said that she felt guilty for not helping him apply the medicine at the time, and that she always felt sorry for him.
Chen Ji refused, and she shamelessly said, "I just want to see if there's a scar, and you won't even let me see it? What's with all the fuss? You said we're husband and wife, so your body is mine. Why can't I see it?"
She added, "Don't worry, I won't look down on you. We already have Xiaobao, so it's okay if we don't have children. You should be grateful that your mother gave you such a great face. With this face and figure, I can tolerate any other flaws."
Although she couldn't remember Chen Ji's reaction, she could guess that it must have been a reaction of intending to send her to heaven on the spot.
Later, when they went to sleep, she snuggled into his arms again, insisting on sleeping with Chen Ji in her arms, and even tried to put her hand inside his clothes.
He only stopped when his arm was held down.
She also complained that Chen Jimin's heartbeat was too loud and was disturbing her sleep, so she asked him to stop beating...
After washing up, Xu Ruantang smelled the delicious aroma of rice porridge.
When I went into the kitchen, I saw a pot of porridge still steaming hot.
She remembered that there was no clay pot at home, which is why she complained to Chen Ji yesterday that she couldn't even drink the delicious clay pot porridge she wanted.
When she gets drunk, she's like a sieve with holes, blurting out all sorts of things.
The porridge in front of me was very thick, the rice grains were cooked until they burst open, and it was clear and fragrant with rice aroma.
The shrimp, which I don't know where they came from, were plump and had scallions floating on top.
She filled a bowl for herself and carried it to the table in the main room.
Only after stirring did I discover that there was also pork liver inside...
Did they add pig liver because they knew she was anemic? Chen Ji's knowledge is truly impressive.
But so early, did Chen Ji get up in the middle of the night?
Rice that has blossomed surrounds seafood and meat, with chopped scallions added for flavor.
When you drink it, the porridge has the freshness of shrimp, and the meat is smooth and tender after being coated in the porridge.
Steaming hot, it warms you right up to your stomach. A bowl of this after a hangover is simply a delicacy.
The soft aroma of rice and the fresh scent of shrimp, along with the small pieces of pork liver as a garnish, whetted Xu Ruantang's appetite.
She usually doesn't eat much in the morning, but today she ate two bowls.
After putting down her chopsticks, Xu Ruantang patted her stomach contentedly, feeling the whole room filled with a delicious aroma.
It's over.
Now she's become "White Porridge Sister," completely under Chen Ji's thumb. She needs to find a way to learn from him and firmly grasp the technology in her own hands.
The main room door was only half open. She walked over and opened it, then stretched at the doorway.
Looking up, I noticed a tall figure crouching in the corner.
Chen Ji had his back to her, with pieces of tree branches beside him, bare as if they had been pruned.
Xu Ruantang stood at the entrance of the main room for a long time, not understanding what he was doing. It seemed like he was planting trees.
On a whim, she tiptoed behind Chen Ji, intending to push him down from behind.
She nudged Chen Ji in the back with her knee, but Chen Ji didn't budge. He turned his head and gave her a long, brooding look.
That look in his eyes was no different from looking at an idiot.
Feeling bored, Xu Ruantang bent down and lay on his back when he continued what he was doing.
Chen Ji visibly stiffened.
Xu Ruantang wrapped her arms around his neck and asked, "Third Brother, are you planting a tree?"
She hadn't forgotten the smug look on Chen Ji's face when he heard her call him "Third Brother" yesterday, so she deliberately teased him.
No wonder people say there are no truly aloof men in the world; a man being aloof usually means he's not interested in you.
When they're interested in you, that's just a sign of someone who's secretly passionate.
"Rose cuttings should be taken in June, it's a little late now, but they should survive."
Chen Ji continued working, neatly inserting the branches into the loosened soil beside the courtyard wall.
This time, Xu Ruantang was stunned for a moment. She remembered the rose wall she had seen online and felt a warmth in her heart when she thought that their yard could bloom with such flowers next year.
"Hold me tight."
Chen Ji's voice was right next to her. Before Xu Ruantang could react, he had already stood up with his back to her.
He was watering the rose cuttings with a wooden bucket when Xu Ruantang suddenly blushed and quickly slid off his back, running upstairs to change her clothes.
She always felt that this man was too good at it, and didn't seem like someone who had never been in a relationship before.
They are incredibly considerate and have exceptionally strong execution skills.
Some people have been longing for a pot of congee in the morning for most of their lives, but their husbands can't even make it for them.
Most men would say, "Can't we drink porridge cooked in a big pot? Doesn't the cafeteria also have porridge? You're making a fuss."
I'm already grateful that I can eat my fill. Where am I supposed to buy you shrimp? I'm already exhausted from work. Can you please stop making things so complicated?
Anemic? If you're anemic, eat more. It's no wonder you're anemic if you don't eat. Serves you right, with such a picky palate.
Xu Ruantang had heard these words with her own ears; her father had said them to her mother with a frown and impatience.
But her mother also became anemic because of childbirth.
Besides, it's the 21st century, what's so hard about buying shrimp?
Later, she received a scholarship and bought shrimp to bring home, finally allowing her mother to enjoy a bowl of congee she had been longing for.
Now that Chen Ji has done it, he hasn't mentioned it at all, nor has he sought credit.
It turns out that wanting to have a pot of congee is such a simple thing.
Xu Ruantang changed her clothes and went downstairs. Chen Ji was already sitting in the main room drinking water.
Seeing her come down, he asked, "Do you want to go see Tiger?"
She had previously said she would think about it, but she's been too busy lately and Xu Ruantang forgot about it.
"Have you had breakfast?" Xu Ruantang asked Chen Ji.
Chen Ji nodded. "Yes, I just drank the rest of your porridge."
Xu Ruantang felt as if her heart was entangled by countless threads, and she found it difficult to breathe.
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