It's 5 pm.
Fang Wenping's apartment.
The lighting here is good, and it is a penthouse apartment on the top floor. The setting sun shines into the apartment, and it feels like a beautiful painting.
Of course, the scene in the kitchen wasn't as gentle and beautiful.
Dong Xuebing was sweating profusely as he scraped the fish scales. The fishy smell in the room had gotten to him. Dong Xuebing grumbled. Damn! I came all the way here to celebrate your birthday, and I did not even have time to change my clothes. I even bought a present for you, and you don't even prepare a meal for me? Do you still need me to cook for you? What's wrong with you?
"Are you done?" Fang Wenping was still rushing Dong Xuebing.
Dong Xuebing is furious. "I have not finished cleaning up."
Fang Wenping said. "Hurry up. If not, close the kitchen door. I am sick of hearing the sound of the fish scales being scraped."
Dong Xuebing almost wanted to give Fang Wenping a kick. He retorted. "You are eating ready-made food here. Don't be so picky, ok?"
Fang Wenping is unhappy. "Can you repeat that?"
Ring, ring, ring. The phone rang. It was Fang Wenping's phone call. She didn't care about the other side and picked up the phone. "Hello, I … En … En, I got it … I said I got it. You can talk to Governor Li about this. It's not my responsibility … I'm off today, so I'm not at work … You don't understand me, right? I asked you to speak to Governor Li. If he is not going to do anything, wait for me to return to work on Monday … That's all. "
Dong Xuebing heard this and thought to himself. This Old Fang had been promoted from the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection to Deputy Provincial Government. Her work style had not changed at all. She is still that hooligan from Beijing. Dong Xuebing shook his head helplessly. Dong Xuebing is almost done with the fish, and he looks at the time to cook.
Fried fish.
Stewed meat.
Stir-Fried vegetables.
Dong Xuebing started working alone.
Fang Wenping, on the other hand, was watching TV in the living room outside. She sat there calmly and had no intention of coming over to help at all. Moreover, if you don't want to help, then don't help. She still had a mother to take care of. She kept telling him to turn up the range hood because of the heavy smoke smell. Then, she told him not to add so much sugar when he was cooking. She didn't like to eat too sweet food.
Dong Xuebing gritted his teeth in anger. This word can't describe how he is feeling now.
Dong Xuebing wished he could sit on Fang Wenping and kill her. This description was more or less what he was thinking.
How infuriating!
What are you being so particular about?
Why don't you come over and cook?
Out of sight, out of mind. Dong Xuebing closed the kitchen door and did not expect anyone to help him. He started cooking, washing the pots, and scooping the vegetables himself. After opening the kitchen door, Dong Xuebing walked out with a few plates of cooked vegetables. "It's ready. Let's eat!"
Fang Wenping was on the phone when she heard Dong Xuebing. She looked at Dong Xuebing coldly. "Huh? Who are you talking about? There is no one. It's just me … You little girl, you are quite nosy, right? I said there is no one around, and I don't have any friends or relatives here. Of course, I will be celebrating my birthday alone … Huh … Hahaha … them? If I dare to call them, will they dare to come? All of them are afraid of me, and I don't like crowds. It's too messy … Alright. I am getting ready to eat. Give me a kiss … What do you mean how old are you? I am also your aunt. Hurry up … That's a good girl. Go and do your work. " Fang Wenping seems to have changed into a different person. Her face is full of motherly love and is very gentle. Dong Xuebing got goosebumps when he saw her.
Give you a kiss?
Even if you don't think it's too shameful, it's her child.
Dong Xuebing knew who was on the other side of the phone. It must be his niece, Fang Shuiling. Only Fang Wenping will show such a gentle expression when talking to Fang Shuiling. Oh, Fang Wenping also likes his daughter, Qianqian. As for other people … Fang Wenping does not care about them. Thinking about this, Dong Xuebing's anger with Fang Wenping dissipated. He should still be special to Fang Wenping. Although Old Fang had never been nice to him, Old Fang had come to his room to drink in the middle of the night. This time, she only invited him for her birthday. If Fang Wenping does not care about him, why would she ask him to celebrate her birthday with her?
Never mind. I will not be calculative with you. "Sister Fang, let's eat. I am tired this morning, and my hands are aching. I am not sure if I had cooked well. Just make do with what you have. There are still two more dishes, and I will bring them over." Dong Xuebing said.
Fang Wenping nodded and placed her phone on the table.
Dong Xuebing went to bring out the rest of the dishes and some rice. "Oh, how old are you this year?" Dong Xuebing immediately regretted asking.
Fang Wenping did not even look at Dong Xuebing and ignored him.
Dong Xuebing cleared his throat. He knew Fang Wenping was already so old and should not ask about her age. "Err … do you have alcohol at home? It will be boring to celebrate my birthday without alcohol. I must drink. "
Fang Wenping points to a cabinet. "I have alcohol in there. Help yourself. My stomach hurts, and I will not drink today."
"Ok. Have some tea." Dong Xuebing took out a bottle of Guojiao from the cabinet. It is quite old and looks good. He opened it and poured himself a glass of Guojiao. He did not even touch his chopsticks and raised his glass. "Governor Fang, let me give you a toast. May you stay young forever."
Fang Wenping clinked her teacup with Dong Xuebing and took a sip.
Dong Xuebing ignored her and finished his glass of wine. He felt warm and comfortable, and the wine was delicious. "Hah … … Let's eat. Try my cooking."
Fang Wenping had started eating.
"How is it?" Dong Xuebing asked.
Fang Wenping replied calmly. "It's just so-so. It's edible."
Dong Xuebing does not know if he should laugh or cry. Damn! I had spent so much effort cooking, and your comment is' edible '? Dong Xuebing also took a bite, and it's delicious. He knows his culinary skills and is satisfied with his cooking. Although his cooking is not as good as those top chefs, it should not be considered as "edible."
"Try this again."
"Ok. It's not bad."
Dong Xuebing did not continue asking and continued eating. He was really hungry and ignored Fang Wenping's comments. He started eating as he had not eaten in the morning and afternoon. He had to spend half a day on the mountain, on the road, and when he arrived at Fang Wenping's place, he had to cook for her. He was so hungry that he almost fainted. The more he ate, the hungrier he felt. There was no need to be like this in front of Fang Wenping. Both of them had scolded, touched, and kissed each other. Dong Xuebing had never treated Fang Wenping as an outsider. At least, he did not treat her as a leader. That's why he was very relaxed.
Fang Wenping frowned. "How many meals have you been hungry?"
Dong Xuebing sighed. "I had not eaten for the whole day, and I am very hungry. Don't just look at me. You should eat too."
Fang Wenping ate slowly and elegantly. This might be a habit she had developed since young. After all, she is from a prominent family. Although Dong Xuebing eats fast, he had eaten a lot and was still drinking. That's why this meal took a long time.
After dinner, Dong Xuebing looked at his watch. It's already past 7 pm.
Dong Xuebing did not wash the dishes today. He rubbed his tummy and drank the last bit of wine. He had to wash the vegetables and cook, and he still wants to wash the dishes? Bullshit. Fang Wenping did not move. She did not even leave the dining table. She switched on the TV to watch the news. It was from the Provincial TV and Central TV. Both of them did not speak until 8 pm. What kind of birthday is this? Dong Xuebing also smiled.
It's past 8 pm.
The sky had already turned completely dark.
Dong Xuebing said. "I will go upstairs to check my clothes."
Fang Wenping did not look at Dong Xuebing. "The balcony upstairs."
"Ok." Dong Xuebing went upstairs to the second floor of the duplex.
Dong Xuebing looked around and found a balcony at the end of the corridor. He opened the balcony and wiped his shirt and pants. Damn! His shirt and pants were all wet. It was only a few hours since afternoon, and it was still Spring. It was still early in the morning, and it was still early in the morning. Dong Xuebing had no choice but to take off his clothes and walk downstairs.
"It's not dry yet." Dong Xuebing said. "Where is the heater? Let me put it on the heater. "
Fang Wenping pointed, and Dong Xuebing followed her finger to the heater. He did not dare to put it on the heater directly as the material of his clothes was good. He placed it on a hook above the heater and continued to watch some TV shows with Fang Wenping.
9 pm.
Another hour passed.
Dong Xuebing's clothes were still the same. There were no signs of drying.
Dong Xuebing could tell it's impossible for him to wear these clothes. "Sister Fang, are you really out of clothes? I can wear whatever I want. If not, I will not be able to leave. "
Fang Wenping looked at Dong Xuebing's clothes. "Then you can stay here and wait for your clothes to dry. You can leave when it's dry. There is a guest room on the first floor. You can stay there if you want." She stood up and said. "It's late. I am going to rest." She went upstairs to brush her teeth and did not look at Dong Xuebing.
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