Chapter 38 Chapter 38 Sui Yi bit her finger and gently...
Sui Yi had lived for twenty-five years, and only today did he realize for the first time that many families could only rely on burning stoves to keep warm in the winter.
Before this, he had always thought that this kind of performance was only seen in period dramas.
Wen Qingyang flicked his forehead with his finger and sighed: "Why not eat meat porridge——"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Sui felt annoyed and wanted to show off his ability, so he diligently helped carry a basket of coal upstairs and picked out several cute-shaped pieces to put at the bottom of the stove.
With a click, Wen Qingyang stuffed a small piece of lit firewood under the coals and closed the lid. He then put away the lighter and placed a kettle filled with cold water on the stove to heat it up.
Her movements were as smooth as flowing water, and it was obvious that she was used to doing this kind of thing.
Sui Yi felt that the room was no warmer than outside. He put on the coat given by his girlfriend, suppressed the urge to shiver, and walked around step by step, trying to find something to do.
He thought the room was too small.
Apart from the stove and chimney, there was only a wardrobe and a bed, and there was no room for a desk.
Wen Qingyang said that he used to live in the village until he made money by live streaming day and night, and then he rented this small second-floor storefront in the town for his mother and father.
Then wouldn't her childhood have been more difficult, more pitiful, and more sad?
An only daughter often bears the heaviest responsibility.
He just felt that he was really ignorant. The worst condition he could imagine in his mind was just the use of an electric heater. He never expected that his girlfriend's journey would be so sad.
"There weren't any electric heaters before, but now we use the 'Little Sun,'" Wen Qingyang explained casually as he pulled an electric heater out of the closet. "But a stove can quickly heat up the whole room. I think it's more effective. If it's still cold, plug this in too."
When she looked back, she couldn't help laughing.
Sui Yi's face was pinched by her fingers, and she wiped his face with a tissue dipped in water. He didn't think about worrying about whether his makeup would be smudged, but just looked at her movements with some confusion.
"What's the matter? Is it unfair for our young Mr. Sui to live here? What's the point of secretly wiping away tears?" she teased.
Sui Yi probably forgot that he had just moved the coal basket. When he wiped away his tears, a few black and gray marks were left at the corners of his eyes, which was very funny.
Tsk, even the young master of the Sui family would become a country bumpkin if he entered the small town.
He was too embarrassed to admit that he was heartbroken and his eyes were wet, so he maintained a cold voice and replied while his men helped make the bed: "I'm just hungry and want to buy some food."
The effect of the stove was just as Wen Qingyang said, and it quickly heated up the room.
She felt that the water temperature was about right, so she poured herself a cup of hot water. The double blessing seemed to dispel all the coldness.
"It's Chinese New Year, and in our small place, it's probably hard to find any restaurants open for business."
She leaned back in her chair and watched the noble president smooth out the corners of the quilt one by one with a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder like a virtuous son-in-law. She found it quite interesting.
"Can you cook or can I cook?" Her question made Mr. Sui feel ashamed, and he lowered his head silently, "Let's just eat instant noodles."
But she was lazy and ordered, "Good girl, go downstairs and get two buckets of instant noodles from my supermarket. I want two sausages and a braised egg. You can pick whatever else you want."
Since there was no one downstairs, there was no need to waste coal to light the stove. Even the thick door curtains couldn't block the cold outside, so she didn't want to go.
Sui Yi didn't notice anything wrong.
He came back with all the odds and ends in his arms, and found it curious to see his girlfriend adding water to the instant noodle bucket with a fork in her mouth.
"Master Sui, have you ever eaten instant noodles?"
Wen Qingyang tore open the seasoning packet and added it quickly. He glanced at the bowl next to him, remembered something, and put a little less hot sauce in it.
Sui Yi shook his head: "Fast food is probably not as healthy and delicious as freshly made food."
"What are you talking about? Who wants frozen dumplings when you can eat handmade ones?" She rolled her eyes inwardly, but smiled gently. "But when I was a kid, I always regarded instant noodles as a big meal. I was happy just to have a bag of them."
"It's just that I ate too much in the first month after graduation, and I got a little tired of it and went into withdrawal."
Mr. Sui also took a fork and stirred it carefully, secretly thinking that learning to cook must be put on the agenda.
He knew that Qu Rending often cooked after marriage, and he took photos to record the dishes on the table in his circle of friends, saying that he felt particularly satisfied cooking for his wife.
But he always believed that everyone has their own expertise, and the food cooked by the chefs at home was delicious enough. Besides, his girlfriend never raised any issues in this regard, so he just focused on the company's affairs with peace of mind.
But now, he suddenly felt that if he could let her eat the food he cooked himself, wouldn't it feel like home?
Sui Yi was well aware of the principle that things should be accomplished in secrecy, but he did not say it out loud. He just planned to work hard on his own secretly.
After all, he was not sure whether he had the same talent in this area as in business. If he did too badly, it would be embarrassing to let people know that he was a man who couldn't cook.
Even when he lay down on the bed, he was still thinking about how to arrange his time:
Can I learn successfully during these ten days of vacation? If not, should I skip one beauty salon visit per week, skip a dinner with my girlfriend, or wake up a few hours earlier on Saturdays and Sundays to study?
"Not full?"
Wen Qingyang noticed that the person beside him had been distracted for a while.
She thought to herself that this shouldn't be the case. Although the young master lived a luxurious life, he wasn't very picky after they got together, and he even ate obediently just now.
Sui Yi was about to deny it, but his attention was attracted by the picture on her phone and he immediately forgot what he wanted to say.
The two of them were so close that he nudged himself forward like some small animal, pressing himself close to her phone screen. "What are you looking at?"
"A random video I found."
The host looked calm and even gave a like with his secondary account.
Mr. Sui felt uncomfortable no matter how he looked at it.
The man in the picture must have been lit with a filter. He was a radiant white, half-lying on the ground in a custom-made footman's skirt, with a heart-shaped cutout cutout across his chest, rising and falling softly with his breathing. The pale flesh exposed beneath the skirt was covered with leg rings, tightly tied around his legs, making it hard not to fantasize.
What's more, the man's long brown hair was fluffy and delicate, and the pink Adam's apple on his neck protruded a little from the edge of the collar. When he spoke coquettishly, you could even see the almost invisible tongue stud.
No self-respect!
This is skirting the edge!
Shameless playboy!
What’s the difference between what you wear and sexy lingerie!
He took a closer look and saw that in the comment section, besides the teasing and compliments from girls, there were also many boys leaving messages like "Get out of the way, my wife is seeing it first", "Wife, buy me a set", "Wife, is he more sexy or am I more sexy"...
Sui Yi couldn't help but make a rude move and clicked down——
This time the man looked like he was dancing seriously.
However, when the lights changed and the atmosphere became more ambiguous, he realized that the other person's shirt was actually see-through! From the side angle, even the breast stickers on Xiao Hongguo were clearly visible. She even used gray pants to highlight her assets, fearing that others would not see her privacy.
Why haven’t I seen any of these? Is it because of the information cocoon?
Mr. Sui fell into self-doubt.
"Why are you looking at them, are they nice?"
As soon as he said this, he felt like a jealous husband and stopped immediately.
"They are pretty, but how can they compare with my boyfriend? They are just vulgar fans pushed by the platform." Wen Qingyang said lightly.
Seeing that Xiao Sui was still biting her lip, she thought for a moment, "Women are born with a keener sense of vision. Appreciating beauty is an instinct etched in our genes. Short-term visual enjoyment is also a way to relieve stress. It's not a question of emotional liking or not."
Sui Yi nodded hesitantly and chose to believe her.
The size of a single bed is always rather cramped for two tall people with long legs, but it is easy for young lovers to feel sweet when their arms touch each other.
He didn't want to mention other men in such a good atmosphere, so he changed the subject: "Did you go to school in this town before college?"
"no."
"I went to primary school in the village next door, junior high school in town, and high school at the No. 1 Middle School in the city. Although I never left Jiashui, I was in different places."
Wen Qingyang said this with an inexplicable feeling: "Ah, back then I felt very motivated even if I slept less than five hours a day. Now that I don't have the pressure of life, I'm getting lazier."
Sui Yi thought about it again and again, and couldn't help asking: "Did you meet your first love in high school?"
Wen Qingyang didn't expect him to mention this.
But she also understood that the nature of men is to pursue love from women. Even if they know that some problems will make them unhappy, they still want to get the infinite favor of their lover.
She sorted out her words: "Yes, we were classmates in the first year of high school."
"Are you already in love in your first year of high school?"
Sui Yi once saw his girlfriend's graduation photo. Her youthful charm made him regret that he didn't get to know her earlier. But is there another lucky man who occupied her youth?
"No, it was my second year of high school." Wen Qingyang couldn't help but recall the memories of six years ago. "At that time, he asked me to tutor him. I thought it was an easy job and it paid. Later, when many classmates found out, they started to make fun of me. He took the opportunity to confess his love for me, and we got together."
She narrated the whole story in the simplest language.
Teachers often say that boys only have the advantage of being obedient. Even if girls like to play a little when they are young, they have enough stamina and will definitely be far ahead by the time they reach high school.
And this is indeed the case. Wen Qingyang is smart and learns quickly, and he has enough time to work part-time in other areas.
Her first love Fang Mu had a very hard time learning. Although he had other intentions when he asked her for help at first, he benefited from it to some extent and gradually worked hard to keep up with the learning progress.
Hiss, I’m so awesome.
Wen Qingyang felt that his level of teaching was quite admirable.
Sui Yi tilted his head to look at her, his chin slightly raised, suppressing the sour taste, and said "hmm" very lightly.
The phone rang suddenly.
"Qingyang, what did you go do? Are you done? Remember to plug in the electric heater when you go to bed at night." Mother's voice came from afar.
Wen Qingyang patted the nervous Mr. Sui's face soothingly. "Well, the boss of the company I'm about to join is coming over to play here, so I have to do my best to be a good host."
Wen Guangzong naturally thought that the boss was a woman - a man could usually only be the boss's husband.
"Then you should spend money when you need to. Don't be too stingy when entertaining the boss. Leave a good impression on him. Then he will take care of you in the future, right?"
"good."
She hung up the phone, turned over and fiddled with the lips of the person next to her: "Boss, my mother asked you to take care of me, will you?"
Sui Yi bit her finger and rubbed it gently.
He couldn't speak anymore.
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