"Fifteen years, you wouldn’t think I’m a particularly sentintal woman, would you?"
"You’re not?"
Eric teased.
Cherry laughed,
"And you? You seem quite calm seeing !"
Eric yawned, his eyes drifting past Cherry to a girl who just walked into the coffee shop, stood up leisurely and said,
"I’m not sentintal... but I am affectionate."
After saying that, Eric smiled a bit, then directly took long strides over to the girl hesitating by the ordering counter, behind her,
"What would you like to drink? It’s on ."
"Ah!"
Qin Hui, a sowhat indecisive Libra, was debating whether to order a latte for a leisurely afternoon or an Aricano to boost energy for more studying!
Eric’s voice was unique to Qin Hui, though she couldn’t pinpoint exactly why. But whenever he spoke, even without turning around, she knew it was him!
She just didn’t expect this voice to appear so suddenly, causing her little heart to uncontrollably beat faster!
Turning around, she flashed a smile with white teeth,
"Eric..."
"What are you daydreaming about? What do you want to drink? I’ll buy you one."
"This, this... is not good, I’m a bit embarrassed..."
"How about you treat next ti?"
Once... surely there’s a return...
"...Okay!"
Without much thought, Qin Hui quickly nodded, fearing Eric might suddenly change his mind!
"..."
"..."
"Why are you staring at ? What would you like to drink?"
"Ah? Oh! A latte and an Aricano!"
"...I don’t need one."
"They’re not for you..."
"..."
Eric paused for a mont, Qin Hui blinked, as the realization struck him, he suddenly slapped his forehead, looked regretful, and then with cheeks turning red,
"Ordering two, is that too much..."
"Isn’t it? Then let’s order two."
Qin Hui’s intestines could turn green with regret; the teacher was treating, and she actually ordered two drinks, how shaless can one be?
Great, now what would Eric think of her?
When the drinks were ready, Eric took the tray voluntarily, one hand naturally resting on Qin Hui’s shoulder,
"How’s your studying going? Any areas you’re falling behind in?"
"Good, very good!"
Qin Hui nodded hastily.
"If you have any questions, ask right away. ntors have different personalities, but they will patiently answer students’ questions."
Bullshit!!
Dick wouldn’t patiently answer questions!
"Mmhmm!"
"You don’t seem to co to school often..."
Qin Hui asked. She didn’t know Eric’s position, thinking since he was an interviewer, he should also be a teacher at the school, but after asking around, she couldn’t find out which class he was leading.
"I don’t teach."
"..."
"However... sotis I stand in a bit."
"Ah?"
"I’m responsible for the school’s comrcial projects and sponsorship issues."
"Oh!"
"Anything else you want to ask?"
"Ah?"
"Why are you always ’ah’ and ’oh’? Aren’t Beijing girls known for being straightforward and manly?"
Manly...
Qin Hui had never heard of such a thing?
But... whatever Eric says goes, after all, he’s handso, gentle, and even treated her to coffee, two cups of coffee!
"So... how old are you?"
"..."
"Um, is that a bit too direct?"
Qin Hui retracted her neck, tentatively asking.
"Ahahaha! You’re very interesting!"
Interesting... does it an funny?
"I’m thirty-five."
"Wow..."
So old!
Qin Hui never expected Eric to be that age, he looked at most just thirty...
"What’s wrong?"
"Nothing, you look quite young."
"What else?"
"Are you... married?"
"If I were married, it wouldn’t be appropriate to be sitting here chatting face-to-face with you, would it?"
"..."
A bolt of lightning struck through Qin Hui’s mind!
Looking up again, Eric was already standing, he patted her hair, lightly laughed,
"Next ti you see , could you say hello and not avoid like I’m a ghost, okay?"
"..."
So... he noticed it all.
Sure! Sure sure sure!
Qin Hui nodded vigorously in her heart, but before she could speak, Eric was already gone. His tall, slender figure, at this mont in Qin Hui’s eyes, was as handso and dashing as a god.
After Eric left the coffee shop, Qin Hui couldn’t snap out of it for a long ti.
After a while, she clenched her little fists, and in her heart, it felt like fireworks went "boom!" "boom!" "boom!"
————
After two days, by Wednesday, the interpretation course had rescheduled the classes, so Xiaong had no classes in the afternoon and went ho.
Thinking it had been a long ti since she cooked for her husband and children, she called Lily and Claire early to tell them not to bother with dinner.
The driver drove back to London, and Xiaong had him stop by a nearby supermarket.
The driver was nad Robert. He was a local, a slightly chubby middle-aged uncle with an honest look and many years of driving experience.
He was recomnded by Eric, as he used to be Eric’s full-ti driver but resigned due to moving.
Yin Shixiu and Xiaong happened to live in London City Center, traveling between London and Bath took roughly three hours each day. The job had high pay and was quite leisurely, so Robert appreciated it.
Robert was friendly and popular with the kids. The first ti Huang Huang heard the driver’s na, he said,
"Robot..."
Usually, Prince Huang’s toys were related to robots, so the kid liked tinkering with everything he saw.
The robot packaging often had "robot" written on it, which sounded quite similar to Robert.
Prince Huang would always ask, Yin Shixiu always read it, so he rembered.
Later, Shuangshuang imitated him, always cutely following behind, shouting,
"Uncle Robot..."
Robert didn’t understand Chinese well; it wasn’t until Xiaong explained that he understood, but he didn’t mind.
They went to the supermarket and ca out with a bunch of stuff, with Robert carrying most of it,
"Buying so many groceries, can you eat all this?"
"We’re making dumplings for dinner, have you tried? Chinese dumplings?"
Robert shook his head, unfamiliar with Chinese cuisine.
Xiaong quickly said,
"Then stay for dinner and have dumplings with us! My dumplings are pretty tasty!"
Xiaong bragged without sha.
Her dumplings weren’t exactly bad, but were far from delicious, still requiring effort!
Robert felt embarrassed and politely declined.
After getting ho, she washed her hands and started working on the dumpling filling.
Actually, the filling wasn’t the tricky part; the dumpling wrappers were a bit of a hassle. The supermarket didn’t sell ready-made dumpling wrappers, maybe you could get them in Chinatown, but they’re rare elsewhere.
Xiaong had bought a bag of flour and was mixing it with water in the bowl...
Lily and Claire wanted to help, but Xiaong rcilessly refused.
When there’s too much flour, add water; when there’s too much water, add flour... Repeated over and over, Xiaong kneaded until her hands were raw but couldn’t get the right ratio...
When Yin Shixiu ca ho, he saw Shuangshuang and Huang Huang with flour all over their hands and faces, rushing up like little dough figures!
"Careful!"
Su Xiaong rushed out from the kitchen but couldn’t stop the siblings warmly welcoming their dad!
Suits...
Handmade suits...
High-end handmade suits...
Su Xiaong closed her eyes, unwilling to watch.
Yin Shixiu raised his hands high, utterly surrendering.
"Dad... dough!"
"Knead dough!"
In Shuangshuang’s small paws, she was tightly clutching a lump of dough, standing on tiptoes and straining her neck, just wanting to play with dad!
Yin Shixiu wanted to ask Su Xiaong how she let the siblings get covered in flour from head to toe!
With a questioning glance, looking at his wife and the siblings in an equally ssy state, for a mont...
All he could do was angrily laugh!
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