Every ti Qian received Xiaoqiang’s letters, they were quite thick because he accumulated them day by day.
"Back then, I was doing research on the mountain without pen or paper, so I had to co up with solutions."
Apart from using toilet paper, Xiaoqiang also experinted with holding a heart shape using leaves, signifying his thoughts for i. While he was the general manager, he often had to inspect projects in the mountains, and whenever he had a bit of rest, he’d grab leaves to make sothing.
"Oh my god, this is exaggerated..." Not just Liui, even Shuixian was moved. They couldn’t have imagined that Minglang, who appeared so serious, could act so tenderly!
No wonder the mighty Qian was won over by him—or maybe she won him!
"Because work was busy, I constantly wanted to remind myself that there was soone waiting for at ho. Sotis it wasn’t intentional; it beca a habit. Initially, my motives were not pure. I knew my wife was very outstanding, surrounded by suitors, so I wanted her to think more about ."
Yu Minglang glanced at Mai; the look in this man’s eyes had changed regarding his wife. Before, Mai looked at Qian just like she was any stranger. He doubted Qian; he studied her, but his study led him to be attracted to her.
Yu Minglang wasn’t at all surprised that another man was interested in his wife; after all, in his eyes, her beauty was unmatched in the world—first in his heart, and her intellect unbeatable—invincible in his mind. So as long as a man wasn’t already taken or blind, it was natural to notice her.
How do you stand out among many suitors? Although by then he was already her boyfriend, Xiaoqiang knew the distance between them was too great—what if soone took advantage of their ti apart?
That’s why he ca up with this thod, striving to assert his existence.
It proved successful; Qian went from avoiding him to genuinely liking him—all due to Yu Minglang’s dedicated efforts over the years to touch her heart.
"After your relationship stabilized, did you continue doing this?" Shuixian asked Yu Minglang, although she was thinking about Daodao. Daodao wasn’t as romantic as Yu Minglang, but in every place he visited, he would collect leaves to make specins—why does it remind her of Yu Minglang’s actions?
Little did she know, Yu Minglang, after successfully winning his wife, often offered personal lessons at work, sharing his "successful" experiences in pursuing his wife, inadvertently allowing Daodao to learn a bit.
"He’s already made it a natural habit; a practice kept up for 21 days becos ongoing. Now if you stop him from doing it, he’ll feel uncomfortable," Qian answered the question for Yu Minglang.
Not only has he gotten used to it, but she has, too. They’re about to live together, so they don’t have to rack their brains calling or writing letters every day anymore. But she believes Yu Minglang will surely co up with sothing new.
And that’s what she looks forward to.
Shuixian was reminded of Daodao, while Liui was lost in thought. Qian and Minglang exchanged loving glances.
Only Mai looked resentfully at the couple who flaunted their affection, feeling bitter and cursing inwardly multiple tis.
You draw hearts on toilet paper with charcoal; why not dip your finger in urine and draw a big yellow heart? Draw till you die!
The aroma of food wafted up gradually; charcoal-grilled fish wrapped in tinfoil—the fish was caught individually—paired with Lang’s unbeatable fish soup and refreshing side dishes made by won other than Qian, everyone sat on the ground enjoying leisurely ti.
Remove Mai from the scene, and it’s a perfect picture.
"Brother, how is your cooking so good?" Liui’s frustration was healed by a delicious grilled fish; her mood improved with the aroma wafting from the food.
"Everyone, eat more." Qian urged everyone to taste Xiaoqiang’s culinary creation; she’s not skilled at cooking, but with Yu Minglang around, she wouldn’t go hungry.
"I think your Xiaoqiang’s level almost surpasses Dexi; he too makes delicious grilled fish." Shuixian praised while eating, and Qian took the opportunity to sprinkle chili powder into her foil packet, causing Shuixian to cough.
"Chen, Xiao, Qian!"
"I’m correcting the taste for my slightly inferior Xiaoqiang compared to Daodao, isn’t it refreshing?"
"So refreshing it’s like pulled calf!" Shuixian drank a few gulps of water to quell the spice—this petty Qian’er, why retaliate for just one comnt about her man?
Mai watched their playful banter, feeling mixed emotions; he couldn’t seem to fit in, seeing them laugh and joke as if he wasn’t even there.
He started the fire, after all, though missing the presence of a blower was indeed a significant oversight; should these people be so harsh, eating entirely on their own without inviting him? Aren’t people in China hospitable?
Hospitality my foot!
"Here, de-boned for you." Yu Minglang attentively removed the fish bones for Qian and placed them on the little plate before her.
"It’s hot." Qian’s pretentiousness earned disdain from the others—soone even served it to her mouth, and she was still dissatisfied!
"Let cool it down for you; you try eating it—it’s not hot now." Yu Minglang directly fed her while Qian opened her mouth to eat what was prepared.
This scene irritated Mai imnsely; he truly disliked Xiaoqiang. As soon as Xiaoqiang appeared, Chen Xiaoqian seed different.
Though Qian was still as assertive, the way she looked at Xiaoqiang was different compared to others, which irked Mai greatly.
"You did well today, keep it up." Qian generously praised Yu Minglang, who instantly climbed up the pole.
"What about a reward?" He pointed to his own cheek.
"Smooch!" Qian gave him a forceful kiss, resulting in a greasy face, and she laughed mischievously.
"Tsk tsk...I really want to throw them into the fire and burn them, saving us from their constant mushiness—they’re even more affectionate than courting cats!" Liui joked.
"What’s ’courting cats’?" Shuixian hadn’t heard the term.
"Hmm, let visual explain; if it happens between a boar and a sow, in the countryside it’s called ’running circles,’ sheep courting is ’running fences,’ dogs calling ’chain crops,’ and between my brother and my sister-in-law, it’s called—"
"War of Attrition!" Shuixian almost reflexively thought of this joke, and the nickna "Seven Tis a Night My Lang" in Qian’s phone left a lasting impression on Shuixian’s mind.
"Cough!" Qian choked guiltily, taking the chance to pinch Yu Minglang’s lower back when no one was looking, annoyed at the playful alterer of nas for causing such an awkward situation!
"Why are you like Fugui, always spouting quotes? I don’t quite understand you." Liui thought of Liao Fugui; although he wasn’t here, Fugui’s presence seed ever-present!
"If you understood, we’d be worried; not understanding ans the cabbage hasn’t been rooted up by the pig yet." Yu Minglang lazily eased the situation for his wife.
Yu Minglang and Qian exchanged a knowing look; Qian smiled, agreeing with Xiaoqiang.
If Liui understood those sowhat risqué jokes, then they’d have trouble—looks like the lush cabbage at the Yu Family hadn’t been fully rooted up yet—a good thing!
But Liui added a comnt.
"I’ll go ask Fugui then? Isn’t he best at researching these things?"
"Cough!" Qian choked again.
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