"What are we eating tonight?" Hua Hua followed him into the house: "The kitchen hasn’t been used for years; are we having instant noodles? Ling Yin, I’m telling you, don’t even think about making suffer. I’m a young master with a precious life, and I hate enduring hardship the most."
Ling Yin thought he was right, so he pulled out a few Renminbi notes from his wallet: "There should be small shops in town. Go buy so daily necessities we need, like laundry detergent, dish soap, mosquito coils, towels, two pounds of rice, soy sauce, MSG, salt, don’t forget these seasonings, and we need a new bed sheet. I can’t think of anything else for now. Check if there’s anything you need. Let’s stay here for two days."
Hua Hua: "......"
"Hua Hua, stay with for two days, okay?" Seeing Hua Hua’s darkening face, Ling Yin softened, "It’s been a long ti since I’ve been here. There’s Uncle Yuan who treats like his own son; he’s Little Chu’s father. I want to relive my childhood, maybe recall more mories."
"What does your Little Sister Chu have to do with ? Aren’t you afraid I’ll get jealous if you want to accompany you?" Hua Hua reluctantly snatched his wallet, complaining loudly, but he was already heading out. Despite his major protest, he preferred going out to buy things rather than staying in this lifeless house being ordered around by Ling Yin for a big cleanup. Clearly, going out was the better choice.
Isn’t Ling Yin soone who has long been accustod to a life of ease?
Yet at this mont, he rolled up his sleeves high, first using a long bamboo pole to clear out all the cobwebs in the whole building, then cleaning the house, wiping tables, benches, and chairs. By the ti Hua Hua slowly ca back with the purchases, he had even tidied up the weeds outside, using a borrowed hoe from the neighbors, working hard in the yard.
Hua Hua stood in the yard with several bags, watching in disbelief, couldn’t help but give him a thumbs up, "Truly an all-rounder tool, able to do anything, I’m impressed!"
Able to host, able to cook, and even capable of weeding? No way to even know how to praise him.
Hua Hua stood excitedly by, watching. After watching for a while, he felt a bit guilty, so he rolled up his sleeves and joined in to help. The two of them worked from morning till afternoon, tidying up the entire house.
Hua Hua was sweaty, and Ling Yin was sweaty too. He took out a tissue from his pocket and dotingly wiped Hua Hua’s forehead. Hua Hua felt great about it and also took out a tissue to help wipe Ling Yin’s sweat.
"Tired?" Ling Yin asked.
Hua Hua thought for a mont; actually, working with him wasn’t as bad as he imagined. He wasn’t really cut out for a life of luxury; what hardships had he not endured? Just because he had too many hardships before, he was unwilling to endure more now, but this feeling of stretching his muscles seed nice: "Not tired. How about you?"
"I’m a bit tired." Ling Yin spoke truthfully.
The two sat in the yard drinking Coke, "When I was a kid, I loved playing in the yard, so did you... and Little Chu, this yard was once our playground."
Hua Hua listened, but he really had no impression, so he said, "Brother Ling, since there’s nothing else to do, why don’t you tell about your childhood with Little Chu?" He especially wanted to know what he was like as a child.
"Actually, I don’t rember too clearly either," Ling Yin said frankly, lying there resting, reminiscing, "Little Chu loved wearing skirts, was very delicate, adorably silly."
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