Fu Nanli took a look at her bed. It was the small bed that he once disliked. It was so small that it was difficult to stretch his legs.
He sat on the edge of the bed, and Wen Qiao was a little at a loss.
The room was too small, the bed was too small, and it was a familiar area. My mother and her friends lived in the neighboring yard separated by a wall. Wen Chi and Wen Mo lived across the street. Occasionally, I could hear Wen Chi's shouting while playing games.
How could she keep that person in such an environment
You are the one who kept this person here, and you have to spend this night even if you have to kneel.
The room was heated enough. She was about to take off her down jacket when Fu Nanli grabbed her hand and said, "I'm hungry."
The old man fell ill before he had time to have dinner, and he has been ill until now. He is really hungry.
Wen Qiao looked at him awkwardly: "Didn't you drink with friends? You just drank and didn't eat?"
"No."
Wen Qiao sighed: "How come you don't know how to take care of yourself? Drinking on an empty stomach hurts your stomach."
He sat on the bed and looked up at her. Wen Qiao looked helpless and said, "I can only cook you a pack of instant noodles, for fear of waking them up."
"Want me to come with you to the kitchen?"
"no, I'm fine."
About ten minutes later, Wen Qiao appeared at the door of the room, carrying a small copper pot. Wen Chi's voice came from behind him: "Didn't you have enough for dinner?"
Wen Qiao's heart skipped a beat and he turned to look at him: "Why? Is it not possible?"
Wen Chi: "Did I say no? Why are you so fierce?"
As he spoke, he had already walked to the door of Wen Qiao's room and pretended to open it for her.
Wen Qiao immediately stood in front of him and looked at him defensively: "What are you doing?"
"Open the door for you, my dear sister."
Wen Qiao: "No, I can drive it myself."
Wen Chi frowned: "Why are you acting weird? Is there someone hiding in the room?"
Wen Qiao immediately said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about? It's already past twelve o'clock, why aren't you sleeping yet?"
The door creaked open, and Fu Nanli stretched out his hand to support himself on the low door frame. "Why don't you come in?"
Slapped in the face on the spot.
Where is Sister Qiao's dignity
Wen Chi was stunned on the spot, then he considerately pushed Wen Qiao into the room, and quietly closed the door for them, and whispered to the door, "Brother-in-law, I'll pretend I didn't see you."
Fu Nanli smiled and looked down at the person leaning against the door: "Your brother is very considerate."
Wen Qiao put the small pot on the desk and said, "Come over and eat."
A small copper pot contains pork bone ramen, a sunny-side-up fried egg, two pieces of luncheon meat, and some small green vegetables. It looks very appetizing.
Fu Nanli sat in her chair, picked up the chopsticks, and slowly ate the instant noodles she had cooked.
The taste is actually quite good.
"Would you like some?"
Wen Qiao sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at him, "I'm not hungry, just eat it."
For the first meal of the new year, Fu Nanli ate instant noodles, which was also the first time he had eaten instant noodles in his life.
After finishing the instant noodles, Wen Qiao handed him a tissue: "Wipe it off, you can go to sleep now."
"I have to brush my teeth," said the young master.
Wen Qiao narrowed his eyes and said, "We live in a courtyard house, and the toilet is outside the house. The door makes a lot of noise when it opens and closes. Is it okay if I don't clean it for a night? Can you just make do with it?"
"I can't sleep if I don't brush my teeth."
Wen Qiao held his forehead with his hand. This young master was really not to be compromised at all. He could only tiptoe out of the room. As soon as he went out, the door opposite opened and Wen Chi said in a low voice: "Wen Qiao, do you want my help?"
Wen Qiao gritted his teeth: "No, go to sleep."
(End of this chapter)