"What, is there a problem?"
Wang Fan asked Zhuo Qianqian, who was frowning beside him, with a smile.
Zhuo Qianqian asked in confusion, "Boss, from what I know about you, you usually wouldn’t charge them, right?"
She didn’t feel embarrassed or anything; she was just purely curious about why Wang Fan would do such a thing.
She knew there must be a reason behind the boss’s decision, but she couldn’t figure it out yet.
Wang Fan explained, "Even if I don’t charge, there’s still an account to be settled here. It’s just that the money is turned into personal favors. One or two tis is no big deal, but if it happens too often, people will feel like they’re taking advantage. Those who are more self-respecting will cut down on these opportunities to take advantage, and your relationship with your roommates might beco distant. That’s what they an by ’clear accounts among brothers.’"
Zhuo Qianqian suddenly understood after hearing Wang Fan’s words, then looked at him with a face full of admiration: "Wow, boss, you’re amazing!"
"Ahem..."
Wang Fan’s face turned red, and Qianqian’s admiring gaze made his heart swell to 800 jin.
See, see, that’s why n like to date innocent young girls. With such an admiring gaze from soone you like, what man can resist?
If you really find a super-smart academic achiever, would you have such an experience?
Hmm?
It seems like my girlfriend is actually an academic achiever...
Wang Fan suspiciously looked at Zhuo Qianqian: "Do you really not understand? Are you trying to fool ?"
Zhuo Qianqian looked confused: "Understand what? Fool you about what?"
Wang Fan pinched Zhuo Qianqian’s smooth chin and examined her fair and slightly chubby cheek, finally reassuring himself that she wasn’t pretending.
"Never mind, shall we visit Professor Ai this weekend?"
Zhuo Qianqian nodded: "Both Professor Ai and Teacher Fu are very grateful to you. Teacher Fu had wanted to thank you face to face before."
Wang Fan felt a bit embarrassed: "No need for that, I’m not worthy. How about I make a pot of old hen soup on Friday night, and we take it to them on Saturday."
Zhuo Qianqian replied happily: "Sure, sure, do you have plans for that afternoon?"
Wang Fan shook his head: "Do you have plans?"
Zhuo Qianqian nodded vigorously and looked at Wang Fan with anticipation: "Can you go shopping with ? I want to buy so clothes and my first pair of high heels."
Wang Fan laughed: "Alright, if you want to go, I’ll go with you. Do you like high heels?"
Zhuo Qianqian chuckled: "What girl doesn’t like high heels? So many girls at school wear them. Those who weren’t taller than beco taller after wearing them, and their legs look so slim and long. I want to try too!"
Wang Fan glanced down at Zhuo Qianqian’s legs, which already looked quite long in her short skirt and sneakers. If she wore high heels...
His face turned red, and he lightly coughed to ease his embarrassnt: "Why only think of trying them now?"
Zhuo Qianqian naturally replied: "Because now I have you. Without you, who would I be wearing them for?"
"Toot toot..."
Wang Fan felt like his head had turned into that little steam train from cartoons, with Zhuo Qianqian’s words making him feel like he was venting scalding steam.
At this mont, he felt like he was completely dood, that his life was bound to Zhuo Qianqian.
She always seed to be able to inadvertently make him feel entranced.
And this inadvertent charm is truly unintended; she really sees it this way.
Unintentional allure is the most lethal.
It’s one o’clock now, and Zhuo Qianqian has a class at two. Both of them wanted to spend more ti together, so Wang Fan unfolded his single bed, usually used as a couch, and let her rest there.
Wang Fan sat on one side of the single bed, with his legs becoming Zhuo Qianqian’s pillow. Holding Wang Fan’s hand tightly, she soon fell asleep.
After seeing Zhuo Qianqian off, Wang Fan also rested for a while. Maybe it was because the bed was imbued with his girlfriend’s scent, but he slept soundly and realized it was already 4:30 when he opened his eyes.
He quickly prepared the minced at and dough needed for the evening and also got dinner ready for himself and the four of Zhuo Qianqian’s roommates.
Tianjin has a specialty dish called Eight Treasures Tofu, and Wang Fan decided to give it a try.
The "eight treasures" aren’t fixed and can be freely combined, which suits Tianjinians’ laid-back character very well.
Wang Fan prepared soft tofu, squid slices, crab at, pork, shrimp, mushrooms, snow peas, among other ingredients. Being a coastal city, Tianjin’s seafood is relatively cheap and abundant.
...
Tianjinians’ relaxed nature is comparable to that of people from Guangfu.
Zhu Yuxiao had never been in a rush his whole life, but today, as soon as class ended, he ran like the wind.
No other reason—he was craving it.
The pan-fried buns and potstickers he had for lunch were simply perfect, paired with the sesa paste he had painstakingly spun 128 tis. Just one bite, and nothing else mattered.
He bought too few at lunch, so he definitely had to have more for dinner tonight.
Thanks to the classroom being close to the canteen, he was one of the first students to burst into it.
But as soon as he entered the canteen, he sensed sothing was off.
The rich aroma of seafood instantly triggered his taste buds’ mory.
"Isn’t this the aroma of Eight Treasures Tofu? I hadn’t heard anyone was selling it here in the canteen?"
"Hey, Lao Zhu, I didn’t know you were coming to the canteen today? It’s rare to see you so eager for a al, huh?"
Shen Cong was still fast, wanting to finish eating early so she could get to the library for self-study. She couldn’t waste any ti.
On her way, she spotted her classmate Zhu Yuxiao. This person always seed slow in everything, so seeing him rush today was quite unexpected; she didn’t realize he was also heading for the canteen.
Zhu Yuxiao turned his head and said, "Hey, isn’t this the fire brigade? Are you here every day?"
Shen Cong nodded and suddenly sniffed the air curiously, "What’s that sll? It’s quite fragrant."
Zhu Yuxiao excitedly introduced, "What else could it be? This is the aroma of our Tianjin specialty, Eight Treasures Tofu. It’s so fragrant, let’s quickly find out who’s making it. Who would bother with potstickers with this around?"
Shen Cong had a bad premonition.
Today’s scenario was exactly like the last ti.
Could it be another trick by that pan-fried bun vendor?
The two of them followed the scent, step by step, as Shen Cong’s heart grew colder with each step.
"Ahhh! Boss, you’re doing this on purpose!"
Shen Cong angrily shouted at Wang Fan, startling both Zhu Yuxiao and Wang Fan, who was seriously cooking.
Zhu Yuxiao complained, "Sister, do you have sothing against ? You almost scared to death with that sudden shout."
Shen Cong ignored him and continued to speak to Wang Fan, "Big brother, I don’t mind you cooking privately, but can you not always do it when the canteen opens? Every ti I see it, and you’re not selling to , it’s driving crazy!"
"What? Not selling?"
Zhu Yuxiao pointed at the dish in Wang Fan’s pot and said, "You’re not selling this Eight Treasures Tofu? Boss, do you believe I can perform an instant death scene right here and now?"
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