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Chapter 128

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"So you just explained it to me?"

"Yes."

"Is this what you call worrying about personal gains and losses?"

"Maybe …"

Xu Qing cleared his thoughts and his mind became clear. He put down the hand on his head and pondered for a moment. "Did you feel any happier when I explained to you why you were unwilling?"

"… Yes." Jiang He had to admit that even though he believed it, he did feel happy when he explained it.

"My worries were not wrong."

Xu Qing felt a sense of relief and rejoiced. If he did not realize this and continued to maintain this habit, there would be problems between the two of them one day.

He was not raising a pet, and Jiang He would not be a pet.

"The way we get along now is not healthy. It is because of your uniqueness that led to this situation.

But now that you have grown up a lot, it is not appropriate to treat this way of getting along as a habit. "

Jiang He thought for a moment and asked, "Does the unhealthy mean … freedom?"

"To be precise, it should be respect." Xu Qing corrected him. "We are equal."

"Respect, equal?"

Jiang He fell into deep thought.

"I press you down … Is this disrespectful?"

"Yes." Xu Qing's expression was serious. "This is very disrespectful."

"Then we are even." Jiang He turned back and continued to play the game.

"…"

Xu Qing was stunned for a moment and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

After the explanation was made clear, she would understand what it meant as time passed.

It was not the habit of the two of them to make arrangements and wait for the arrangement to be made. When the arranged became impatient, they would start to explode.

"Don't you have any thoughts?"

Xu Qing poured himself a glass of water and drank it. He squeezed himself into Jiang He's seat and sat with her, watching her play the game.

"What thoughts?"

"I will respect you. This is the foundation of being together. Pressing me down and so on … It is all a joke. Strictly speaking, it is flirting, although I do not like it."

"Oh." Jiang He stared at the screen, one skill and one map, struggling to save money.

"What kind of reaction is this …"

"You're interrupting my game!"

Jiang He wrinkled his nose and moved to the side.

Xu Qing took an inch and squeezed even harder.

Jiang He gave way again.

Xu Qing squeezed again.

"…"

Jiang He finally put down the work in his hands and looked sideways at him.

"Isn't it a waste of time to play games? We should discuss moving into my house …"

"Why should I move into your house?" Jiang He asked.

"We're boyfriend and girlfriend. It's normal for a boyfriend and girlfriend to share a room. It's early spring now, and the heater has stopped working. It's still a little cold at night. It'll be warmer if we squeeze together …"

"You can cover yourself with more blankets."

"You'll feel cold too," Xu Qing said.

"I'm not cold."

"No, you're cold."

"I don't want to have children."

"You … wait."

Xu Qing was stunned. "Who told you to give birth?"

"You want me to move into your house because you want me to have children." Jiang He looked as if she had seen through his trick. "I can't keep pressing down on you at night. If we sleep together … we'll definitely have children."

"Do you know how to have children?"

"It's just sleeping together."

"You won't have children just by sleeping together. I won't do anything. We'll just live together and get used to it. I'll see if you snore when you sleep. If you snore, you can move back." Xu Qing said.

Jiang He couldn't stand Xu Qing's stupid words. She pushed him away from the chair and sat cross-legged on the chair. "Do you think I'll be fooled by you?!" she said angrily.

"…"

For some reason, Xu Qing felt that she didn't really understand.

"She's a thousand-year-old grandma …"

He sighed and went back to the sofa. He turned on his computer and started to work.

It was impossible for him to do such a thing. Jiang He could easily kill him with just a rabbit kicking an eagle.



It was a sunny March.

The weather was getting warmer. The thick clothes were stored in the wardrobe and people were changing into spring clothes.

Jiang He saw that the price of gold coins continued to rise. She heard the discussion about the Labor Day suit in the merchant group and felt that the price had reached its peak. After confirming it with Xu Qing, she hurriedly sold off nearly a month's stock.

"Every time the price rises and falls, the price will drop a lot."

"It's normal. In another two years, it might drop by half. One dollar might even be worth 600,000 to 700,000. This is the law of the market," Xu Qing said.

Jiang He looked at the new money in her account and looked a little worried.

She originally thought that carrying bricks could at least support her, but after a few months of observation, she easily realized that the value of gold coins was getting lower and lower.

"Similarly, the efficiency of earning gold coins will continue to increase. Also, the drop rate of new maps will increase. Although it can't outrun the speed of gold coins' decline, it can offset part of it."

"Carrying bricks is not a long-term solution," Jiang He said.

"Cooking is a long-term solution. Go and cook." Xu Qing stopped writing and urged.

The paper was densely packed with words. A treasure shop, video editing, audio, and trial play were all listed out by him. He was ready to let Jiang He try them one by one.

"Is there anything you like to do?" He drew circles on the paper and asked.

"Cooking," Jiang He answered in the kitchen.

"Let's change it. You can't go out and be a chef unless we open our own restaurant. We also have to avoid inspections … It's not that easy to open a restaurant. It's not like your time where you can sell rice by the roadside with a straw shed and a pot."

"We don't have a straw shed to open a restaurant in my time," Jiang He retorted.

After a pause, she pointed outside and said, "Aren't there people who push a cart to sell rice? All they need is a cart and a pot. "

"You want to sell fried rice?"

Xu Qing imagined the scene of Jiang He pushing a cart to sell fried rice by the roadside and couldn't help but laugh.

The scene of a Kaiyuan heroine being chased by city enforcement officers was too beautiful.

"It's not suitable for you to have a physical body. Even if you have culinary skills, you can't pass the barrier of identity … In fact, if you want to give up, you can go to the night market to set up a stall, but we don't need to do that."

"Why give up? Isn't it enough to make money?"

"Of course it's different. If you set up a stall, you will be chased by city enforcement officers. You will be exposed to the wind and the sun, and your nose will run in the winter … We go to school to have a better future. It's the same for you now.

"I don't think there's anything different," Jiang He said.

"Different social classes. That kind of instability. I can only have enough food and clothing …"

Xu Qing suddenly paused.

"What's wrong?" Jiang He poked her head out from the kitchen. "I think it's enough to have enough food and clothing. In fact, I can even break rocks on my chest."

"Stability … having enough food and clothing …"

Xu Qing frowned.

He suddenly realized that he and Xu Wenbin were a little similar. This was not right.

"Your chest … is it harder than a rock?" Xu Qing glanced at her.

"No, it requires skill, but it's definitely harder than yours."

"I don't believe it."

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