After waiting for seven or eight minutes, a young woman wearing a grass-green military uniform and a long braid swung in front of her. This innocent look made Ye Zhiqiu's eyes light up!
"You look really good in this outfit today!"
Feng Xiaomei blushed and hummed. She wasn't being a sycophantic Ye Zhiqiu, but this kind of grass-green military uniform wasn't common these days. While the other women were all wearing similar clothes, Feng Xiaomei stood out in this outfit.
This type of military uniform only became popular after the 1960s.
Feng Xiaomei took her pass and registered it with the security personnel, and then Ye Zhiqiu was allowed to pass.
The two of them walked inside side by side. Feng Xiaomei became silent again, so Ye Zhiqiu could only take the initiative to guide them.
He asked with a smile: "Do you know what's in the bag?"
Feng Xiaomei blinked her big eyes, then remembered what he said yesterday, and asked in a low voice: "Is it a chicken drumstick?"
Ye Zhiqiu said exaggeratedly, "Oh, our Xiaomei is so smart! I got a chicken, but I was worried that it would be difficult for you to handle it, so I just killed it and brought it over. I'll fry some chicken legs for you later, okay?"
Feng Xiaomei smiled and nodded, then suddenly felt that something was wrong with Ye Zhiqiu's words. After she understood, she said in a mosquito-like voice: "I belong to my family... not yours..."
Ye Zhiqiu said with a smile: "It was a slip of the tongue. Because you guessed it so easily, I was a little overthinking when I spoke."
Feng Xiaomei was not angry, but just felt that Ye Zhiqiu was very shameless. However, remembering her mother's instructions, she introduced him in a serious manner.
"Don't go near those buildings over there because you don't have a pass. Don't go into the buildings over here if you don't have to. You can't disturb other people's lives.
My home is in the back row, on the third building on the left, 301. My mom is making tea for you and she also bought apples and dates..."
Ye Zhiqiu listened with a smile, nodding from time to time, and then he suddenly asked: "After entertaining the guests at noon, what are you going to do?"
Feng Xiaomei said without thinking: "Let's go to bed. I read very late last night and my mother woke me up very early today."
After she finished speaking, she came to her senses and became embarrassed.
Ye Zhiqiu chuckled and said, "Hehe, let me tell you in secret, I love my job as a buyer so much because I can sleep in!
Normally I sleep until eight or nine o'clock, but today I'm visiting your house, and I thought I'd see you right away, so I woke up before seven o'clock!
I thought you would be particularly tired today, but I didn't expect you to be in such good shape and look quite energetic!"
Hearing Ye Zhiqiu say that he liked to sleep in, Feng Xiaomei laughed innocently. But she felt a little shy after hearing the last part. However, Ye Zhiqiu's last words made Feng Xiaomei a little confused.
After thinking for a moment, she asked curiously, "Why do you think I'm so tired? I'm just reading in my room."
Ye Zhiqiu stopped and said sincerely, "I thought you were in my dream all night. Not only did you accompany me to play snowballs, but we also went to the movies, ate mutton hot pot and Quanjude, and finally strolled around Shichahai for half a day. I thought you would be very tired!"
"You're so annoying... It was a dream, not me... Don't dream about me again..."
Ye Zhiqiu looked at Feng Xiaomei, whose face was blushing unbelievably, and quickly put away his cheesy love talk. This stuff is quite effective, but you can't say too much!
The main thing is that the lethality is a bit indiscriminate between friend and foe. He even has goosebumps all over his body and is almost sick to death!
Feng Xiaomei resisted the urge to run away and pointed to the carport next to her and said, "You... park your car over there. I'll wait for you here..."
Ye Zhiqiu smiled and nodded, then happily pushed his bicycle over and parked it. After locking it, he quickly walked back carrying the bag.
His teeth were very white, and his smile was particularly bright. As the two walked side by side, Ye Zhiqiu introduced today's dishes: "Xiaomei, I also caught a snakehead fish today and will make you a sweet and sour squirrel fish. I'll also add sweet and sour spare ribs, fried chicken, and spicy diced chicken. What do you think of these dishes?"
Feng Xiaomei swallowed her saliva, but except for the spicy chicken, all the dishes were sweet and sour. She couldn't help but ask, "But these dishes are all sweet and sour. Uncle Shi is from Sichuan. Didn't you say you wanted to make Sichuan cuisine?"
Ye Zhiqiu said nonchalantly, "Well, I have to consider your and Aunt Chen's tastes first before I can consider his! Spicy chicken goes really well with rice, so at worst I can make him a spicy oil sauce!"
Feng Xiaomei was a little speechless. She remembered that this guy had sworn yesterday that he knew how to cook many Sichuan dishes, but he changed his mind when he came today.
But these dishes, they both love to eat...
Soon they arrived at Building 3, Row 5. Feng Xiaomei pointed at the building number and said, "Remember this number. Go up to Building 301 and you'll find my home.
But my mom usually goes to work, so I eat lunch and dinner at school. I don't get home until after 6 p.m., and my mom doesn't get home until 7 p.m., so no one's home at other times."
Ye Zhiqiu asked curiously, "So... don't you cook at home at night?"
Feng Xiaomei's face flashed with embarrassment, and she said sheepishly: "We don't have the same time. I haven't learned how to cook, I can only boil it..."
"Then why doesn't Aunt Chen teach you? The food in this school is pretty average, right?"
"My mom doesn't really know how to cook... She doesn't care what dish it is, she just teaches me to boil it..."
Ye Zhiqiu was dumbfounded. This was the truth. Aunt Chen simply couldn't cook. Since she, as a mother, couldn't do it, Feng Xiaomei, as a daughter, naturally couldn't learn it!
If it were someone else, they would definitely say, "I can do it. I will make it for you every day from now on!"
But is Ye Zhiqiu such a stupid person?
So he said seriously: "It's okay, I will teach you how to cook in the future. If you learn it, cook for me every day. I will definitely love your cooking the most!"
Feng Xiaomei blinked her eyes. She seemed to have misheard. Shouldn't he make it for himself? But the meaning behind his words didn't seem wrong.
The confused Feng Xiaomei had already arrived at the door of her house. She could only put aside her doubts and invite Ye Zhiqiu in.
Ye Zhiqiu straightened his clothes. Although he was wearing his usual factory uniform today, he still had to straighten it out to show respect to Chen Yuqing.
As soon as the door opened, Chen Yuqing, who was sitting in the living room waiting, heard it and quickly got up and went to the door to greet it.
"Xiao Ye, you're here. Did you ride your bike here? Come over with auntie and have some tea before we talk."
"Yes, where is Aunt Chen's kitchen? I'll put the food in the kitchen first!"
Feng Xiaomei took the bag and carried it to the kitchen. Ye Zhiqiu smiled and went to the living room with Chen Yuqing to do it.
Looking around the living room, I found the whole house was decorated quite warmly. There were many photos hanging on the wall, mostly photos of the family of three, and some photos of the mother and daughter.
This was also the first time Ye Zhiqiu met Feng Xiaomei's father, Feng Yuanzheng. He was a thin man wearing glasses and quite handsome! Most importantly, as you could see from the photos, his eyes were very determined.
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