This is also a form of psychotherapy. Sometimes words can touch people's hearts more deeply than any other method.
Xu Qingluo figured out the general direction and began to write the story.
At noon, when Zhou Yuheng came to the living room, he didn't see Xu Qingluo.
There was no smell of smoke coming from the kitchen.
Zhou Yuheng suddenly thought of something and hurried into the room to check, and the door was pushed open forcefully.
The sound interrupted Xu Qingluo's thoughts. She looked at Zhou Yuheng who was standing at the door with confusion in her eyes.
Zhou Yuheng heaved a sigh of relief when he saw her sitting at the desk. He thought his wife...
When Xu Qingluo saw him coming, he quickly raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist.
The time has come to 12:15 noon.
"Oh no! I didn't cook lunch!"
Xu Qingluo quickly put down the pen in his hand, stood up and ran to the kitchen.
Seeing that she was so anxious that she was about to jog, Zhou Yuheng quickly stopped her to prevent her from falling.
"I'll cook."
"You sit down."
Zhou Yuheng settled Xu Qingluo down, then turned and went to the kitchen to boil water and knead the dough.
Xu Qingluo couldn't sit still either, so he went into the kitchen to help.
"What did you do at home this morning?"
Zhou Yuheng asked curiously, he actually wanted to ask Xu Qingluo what she was thinking about that made her forget to cook.
He was afraid that she would think about things she shouldn't think about again.
"I just write articles and forget about time while writing."
Zhou Yuheng felt relieved when he heard that she had forgotten the time because she was writing an article.
It's not about thinking about other things.
"I'll come over with lunch later."
"It's winter now, so don't cook."
Xu Qingluo thought about it and realized that she really didn't like cooking in the winter.
And she has to do it several times a day, she really can't do it.
The food in the army canteen is actually quite delicious, and the ingredients are all real, with a combination of meat and vegetables.
She didn't think there was anything wrong with eating lunch in the cafeteria.
Neither she nor Zhou Yuheng were the kind of people who relied on frugality to support their families.
Is there any difference between cooking at home and cooking in the cafeteria?
It was just a few more bills. With these bills, he could cook one less meal every day. Xu Qingluo thought it was a good deal.
㱗In this regard, Xu Qingluo and Zhou Yuheng coincided with each other.
"Alright."
Xu Qingluo agreed, and the two of them simply prepared some egg noodles. After eating and drinking, Xu Qingluo felt a little sleepy.
Zhou Yuheng cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen.
Then he went into the room to take a nap with Xu Qingluo. Zhou Yuheng slept for half an hour and then went to the army.
When Xu Qingluo woke up, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.
“Knock, knock, knock…”
There was a knock on the door, Xu Qingluo went to open it, and it was the political commissar's wife.
"Aunt Yan."
"Captain Zhou's wife, I made some pickles myself."
"I'm going to get some for you."
When Xu Qingluo heard that Aunt Yan was here to deliver something to her, she quickly asked Aunt Yan to come in and talk.
Aunt Yan waved her hand and refused.
"I won't go in."
"This is for you. I have to send some to Captain Zhang's home."
Aunt Yan is a kind-hearted person and she usually grows her own vegetables.
Sometimes they make their own pickles, and if there are any left, they will share them with everyone else to try.
"Aunt Yan, I'm really sorry for costing you a lot of money."
Xu Qingluo quickly took out two fruit candies from his pocket and put them in Aunt Yan's hand.
"Take this candy and sweeten your mouth."
"Ouch! Captain Zhou's wife, what are you doing?"
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