Xu Qing was playing on the computer, thinking about how to make up a story to fool Qin Hao.
Of course, it was fine if he didn't make it up. If he wanted to complain, so be it. It would be much easier to fool the old man and the others. However, if he could make up a story now, with the help of Qin Hao, the mole, it would be much easier for Jiang He to integrate into society.
The last census showed that there were more than 13 million unregistered residents who did not have a household registration. Although life would be troublesome in the future, being an unregistered resident was not a big deal. He had always been worried that Jiang He's existence would be exposed because of the unregistered residents, and that it would be troublesome to solve the problem of unregistered residents in the future.
As long as she was familiar with this place, this worry would naturally disappear. At most, after the New Year, there should be no problem. The first step was perfect without any accidents.
Knock, knock.
The knock on the door interrupted Xu Qing's thoughts. He put down the mouse and looked through the peephole, then opened the door.
"Dad, it's not the rent collection day yet, right?"
"Did I say rent collection day?" This guy's words made Xu Wenbin unhappy. He came in with his briefcase and said, "I passed by after work and wanted to see how the heating is. If there is any problem, as the landlord, I will help you … solve …"
He stared blankly at Jiang He who was wearing an apron and carrying the dishes out, wondering if he had entered the door in the wrong way.
What was going on?
"Uncle … Uncle." Jiang He wiped his hands on the apron and stood straight in front of the table, not knowing what to do.
"…"
"…"
"Hello, hello. I just want to see if the heating is hot. If it is not hot, I will go to the property management … You go on with your work." Xu Wenbin was inexplicably nervous.
The last time he came, it was like a dog kennel. How did it suddenly become like this?
He looked at Xu Qing in confusion. What was happening in front of him was beyond his understanding.
In Xu Wenbin's original imagination, the two of them must stay at home every day and do nothing. Other than playing games, sleeping, ordering takeout, eating, drinking, playing, and sleeping. When they had no money to live on, Xu Qing could not bear the pressure and finally went to find a job, and then …
This was not the script.
"The heater is very hot. You don't have to worry."
Seeing him like this, Xu Qing suddenly felt relieved. He went over to help Jiang He arrange the dishes. Raising his chin, he said, "Want to eat? It's not bad, but there's not much meat. "
It was a feeling of pride and elation.
What did he mean by doing nothing? What do you mean by idling around? What did he mean by the cowshed?
Hey.
"No, it's okay. I have some at home." Xu Wenbin touched the heater, looked at the milk banana on the radiator, and then looked at the furnishings in the house. There was a plate of roasted eggplant on the table, their shoes by the door, pink, blue and brown coats hanging on the hanger, their clothes hanging on the balcony, and a green ginger sprout on the TV. Jiang He had left it in the kitchen, but Xu Qing thought it would be good to use it as a potted plant, so he took it out again.
This was practically a family.
"Have some. You're already here … Jiang He."
"No, no, don't. I'm going back now. Otherwise, your mom will be nagging …"
Xu Wenbin saw that Jiang He, who had gone back to the kitchen, was about to come out again. He quickly picked up his briefcase and was about to leave. But when he reached the door, he turned back. "The heating fee … Cough, I'm not collecting it."
He waved his hand. "Forget it, I'm going back. You … you … come over another day!"
"…"
Jiang He stood at the door and tucked her hair behind her ear. When she saw Xu Wenbin coming out, she couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"
"… Nothing."
Xu Qing saw that she was nervous and directly poked the XP box.
"Oh, then I'll continue to cook."
Knowing that there was nothing wrong, Jiang He turned back to the pot and continued to struggle for food and clothing. It was a small matter to cook a meal for five yuan. She would eat it herself. The more delicious she cooked, the happier she would be.
She didn't know if it was because of her talent. Ever since she tasted all the seasonings, she learned to cook very quickly. Now, she learned from the home-cooked recipes that Xu Qing bought. The dishes she made were not unpalatable — much better than Xu Qing, who only knew how to fry potatoes.
"What are you doing?"
Noticing that Xu Qing was leaning against the door and watching her cook, Jiang He turned around and asked inexplicably.
"Nothing. I'm just looking to see if there's anything I need help with." Xu Qing said.
This feeling … this feeling …
His heart was thumping.
…
Dinner was more sumptuous than before. Jiang He had learned a new dish of Di San Xian, roasted eggplant, and tomato egg soup. It was just right for the two of them.
With Jiang He, who ate two big bowls of staple food, there was no way to respond to N-1.
The news on the TV reported on time. The familiar music sounded. At the same time, Xu Qing filled a bowl of rice and sat at the table. Jiang He sat at the side and watched with him.
Now she knew that those yellow-haired devils were also humans. It was just that they looked strange. Just like the First Master, who was dark and swarthy, and the Second Mother, who was very fair.
"Have you ever thought about the future?" Xu Qing suddenly asked.
"The future?" Jiang He was startled. She lowered her head and was silent for a moment. Then, she shook her head and said, "The future … should be like this."
"Like this?"
Xu Qing was happy. "Good, that's good. Let's be like this in the future …"
"No, I mean … um …" Jiang He didn't know how to explain, but she knew that Xu Qing must have misunderstood. "I won't trouble you all the time."
"That's good. It's not troublesome."
"No, you and I are not related. It's already a great favor for you to help me so much. How can I ask for more …
The Second Mother said that no one owes us anything. It's kind of you to help us, but you can't push your luck. You've helped me enough. "
"Not related? Then we won't be related to each other. "Xu Qing suggested a great idea.
"Huh?" Jiang He didn't quite understand.
"You see, I'm unmarried and you're not. It's fate that we met. I …" Xu Qing tried to sound her out.
"No, you're my benefactor. I can't do that. I have to repay what I owe you." Jiang He said seriously, "You can't just … just because you pity me …"
She held it in for a while. Her face was a little red. "Anyway, I can't do that. You're my benefactor."
"Isn't devoting myself to repay a debt of gratitude?"
"No!" Jiang He shook her head forcefully. "That's only when there's no other way … The Second Mother said that one must repay a debt of gratitude. Devoting oneself to someone is the most shameless act. If one can't repay a debt of gratitude, one will blame others …"
？？？
Xu Qing was dumbfounded.
What was wrong with the Second Mother?
She was not doing anything good by spoiling a marriage that was separated by more than a thousand years.
"I ended up here unintentionally. I have nothing and I don't know anything. Fortunately, you saved me. You even helped me so much … I've already caused you a lot of trouble. I can't give you more trouble by devoting myself to you." Jiang He's little face was full of seriousness. "Perhaps it's hard to repay this debt of gratitude, but I have to repay it. I can't be so shameless. That's too unfair to you."
Xu Qing clenched his teeth. He felt a toothache. "No, no, no. This isn't troublesome. It's not shameless either. It's a matter of mutual consent. What has it got to do with trouble? I'm not troublesome. I'm really not troublesome."
This girl was quite stubborn. What did love have to do with gratitude or gratitude …
"You're my benefactor. I can't do that for my own selfishness …"
"Can I not be your benefactor?!" Xu Qing was so angry that his lips were trembling.
He was trembling with anger. When would his benefactor stand up?
"A benefactor is a benefactor."
"From tomorrow onwards, cook for me well. I'll give you 80 yuan per meal. Hurry up and repay me the money you owe me!"
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