Chen Luo stared blankly at the house in front of him, pointing ahead, speechless.
"What's wrong, honey? I just did some minor repairs on your old house ahead of schedule."
"You call this 'slightly repairing'?"
Looking at the front gate, now fitted with a mahogany door, he wouldn't have believed it was his family's old house if it weren't for the house number still hanging on it.
"Let's go in and take a look."
Wen Wan led Chen Luo into the house. As soon as they reached the entrance, the first thing that caught their eye was a simple and elegant mahogany gate. The lintel was carved with delicate cloud and water patterns and auspicious beast designs. Every stroke revealed the craftsman's exquisite skills and the exorbitant cost that was hard to imagine.
Gently push open the door and look into the courtyard. At this moment, Mo Lan is leading people to tidy up some weeds and stones in the courtyard.
Inside the courtyard, the weeds that once grew there are no longer there; in their place is a meticulously designed garden landscape.
The winding stream meanders around the rocks, its clear waves rippling. Several artificial hills are arranged in a pleasing manner, complemented by evergreen plants and seasonal flowers, creating a vibrant and harmonious scene.
"Wan'er, this isn't a renovation, it's like you've built a whole new house!"
Wen Wan blinked and looked at Chen Luo with a playful expression.
“I definitely won’t rebuild it. How can I sever your feelings for your hometown? I’ve preserved the atmosphere of this house to the greatest extent possible.”
"No, come here, Wan'er, look at this again. Tell me honestly, did you really just do some minor repairs?"
After passing through the small courtyard of Naqu Shuiliushang, you arrive at the entrance of the hall, where a red curtain hangs.
The bright red curtains swayed gently, embroidered with large red "double happiness" characters, which complemented the surrounding red decorations, creating a warm and festive atmosphere, just like a wedding room.
Wen Wan smiled and took Chen Luo's hand, placing it on her conscience.
"Look, put your hand on your heart, see, am I right?"
Mo Lan and the others around them quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look at them for even a moment.
In this situation, Chen Luo blushed immediately after being teased and tried to pull his hand back, but Wen Wan still grabbed his hand and refused to let go.
"Okay! Okay! I believe you'll just do some minor repairs, I believe you! I believe you, okay?"
"That's more like it."
Wen Wan released his hand, and the two pulled back the curtain and stepped into the hall.
The furniture and decorations in the hall have all been completely renewed. A series of mahogany furniture with simple yet elegant designs, wooden tables and chairs, carved tabletops, and exquisite screens fill the hall with a traditional Chinese style atmosphere. At the same time, the red decorations make it look like a wedding is about to take place.
"Well, apart from this roof, I really can't find any trace of what it used to be."
"May I ask, Mr. Wen, how much did you spend on these minor repairs?"
"Not much, not much, just over two million."
So what?
The people weeding in the yard felt their hearts clenching violently.
Your own house only costs a few hundred thousand, but your slight renovation costs more than two million, which is enough to buy a villa in the city!
"Okay, it doesn't seem that expensive."
Having followed Wen Wan for so long, I've finally gotten used to her spending habits without feeling the slightest bit unsettled.
Damn it! I don't even feel any heartache. Have I become a damn capitalist too?
What's this called? "The dragon-slaying hero becomes the dragon himself?"
"Oh, don't do that. There are still some places you're familiar with. Come on, let's go take a look at the kitchen."
Wen Wan led Chen Luo to the kitchen, where the familiar smells lingered.
The kitchen floor was covered with old, yellow tiles.
In the center of the kitchen sits a seemingly simple wooden table, yet one that tells a story.
Time has left its mark on it; the tabletop may be a little uneven, one of the legs is a bit short, and it seems a little unstable. Whenever someone touches it gently, it will wobble slightly and make a "creaking" sound.
In the corner of this kitchen, a large stove stands quietly, adding a touch of warmth and life to the space.
In another corner, there was a small cot with a red sheet on it.
Wen Wan pointed at the large stove, a slight emotion welling up in her eyes.
"Do you remember? When you rescued me and took me in, you cooked for me over this big stove for those few days."
"I was terrified at the time, and all I knew was to hold onto your clothes and follow behind you."
Hearing this, Chen Luo also recalled the scene from back then.
Wen Wan was severely frightened at the time, and she stayed close behind him almost every step of the way, not daring to leave his side for even a moment.
I had no choice but to ask for leave from school and stay home with Wen Wan, cooking for her.
"Back then, you were practically my shadow. But I actually thought you were so cute. Even though you were older than me, you were like my little sister."
Wen Wan covered her mouth and laughed, then put her hand on Chen Luo's shoulder.
"Well then, dear brother, would you like to cook again to reward me for my efforts in repairing the old house?"
"Huh? There doesn't seem to be any cooking equipment here besides the big stove, right? And we haven't bought any groceries, have we? How are we supposed to cook this?"
"Clap clap!" Wen Wan clapped her hands.
Before Chen Luo could finish speaking, Mo Lan and the others brought in a large pile of things from outside.
It contains all sorts of cooking utensils, pots and pans, as well as various vegetables, chicken, duck, fish and meat, and all kinds of oils and seasonings.
Mo Lan and the others carried their things in a grand procession, and then hurriedly left, making sure to close the kitchen door behind them.
"Here, everything is ready for you, Chef Chen. It's time for you to shine."
Chen Luo, looking blankly at Wen Wan's smiling face, steeled his resolve.
"It's just cooking! Fine, I'll do it!"
Chen Luo rolled up his sleeves and was about to walk to the stove when Wen Wan suddenly spoke up.
"Wait, something is still missing."
"Hmm? Are there any materials we're missing?"
"No, we're still missing this."
Wen Wan took a pink apron from her bag and gently helped Chen Luo put it on.
This apron is exactly the same as the one that Chen Luo's family had back then.
Chen Luo was originally wearing a casual shirt, but now he paired it with this cute pink apron, which looked rather odd.
Then Wen Wan walked behind Chen Luo, wrapped her arms around his waist, and whispered her cherry lips in his ear.
"Come on, my chef, are you planning to cook something to feed me now?"
"Or are you still planning to let me eat you up?"
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