Chapter 133 03-25 - 133 His Style.

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Chapter 133: Chapter 133 His Style. Yet this was different from being at the Qin Family’s or Gu Family’s home—here in this house, it was only him and Gu Qiaoqiao. It was a wonderfully new experience. Qin Yize slowly closed his eyes, and somehow, with Gu Qiaoqiao’s arrival, the house seemed to have acquired a bit more of a lived-in feel. Before she fell asleep, Gu Qiaoqiao thought about getting up early the next day, but regrettably, she still overslept. When she opened her eyes, sunlight had already filled the room. The house was also quiet. Clearly, Qin Yize had already gone to the office at the base. Feeling that she had slept too deeply, Gu Qiaoqiao quickly got up. Then she saw two meal boxes placed on the living room table. Obviously, they were the meals Qin Yize had prepared. Gu Qiaoqiao paused, scratched her head, seeming to have returned to her previous life. This wasn’t good. Gu Qiaoqiao turned around and saw the stones in the cardboard box, touching each one in turn. Only then she reluctantly put them back. After finishing breakfast, Gu Qiaoqiao happily looked at the stones again, then began to check them. She had to make something delicious for Qin Yize for lunch since he left a note saying he would come back to eat. In the kitchen cupboard, there were rice and wheat flour, millet and cornmeal, as well as soybean oil. In a corner of the kitchen, there was a bag of potatoes, several cabbages and leeks. There was nothing else. But Gu Qiaoqiao had known what to expect and had brought her own spices and dried chili peppers in advance. Gu Qiaoqiao opened the second shelf of the cupboard and happily discovered soy sauce, vinegar, and sugar. Gu Qiaoqiao nodded, yes, that was more like it, this was Qin Yize’s style! He always strived for perfection in everything he did. Gu Qiaoqiao opened the door and saw that an iron basin had been placed on the wooden stump by the door; inside it were several large fish and a group of small ones swimming slowly. Maybe because the water was too cold. Gu Qiaoqiao recognized these small fish as Sauce Small Fish, with few bones and plenty of meat, very tasty. They could be fried or made into Sauce Small Fish. The flavor of these small fish was exceptionally delicate. Gu Qiaoqiao took the iron basin and scooped out all the small fish, then set them on the windowsill. She needed to start cooking the rice. There was a very new, unused rice cooker in the kitchen. It must have been mailed here by Grandma Qin from the Imperial Capital. Gu Qiaoqiao felt a bit dazed the moment she opened the rice cooker; it was as if she had returned to that time in her past life. This rice cooker was the same as the one from her last life. Gu Qiaoqiao shook her head, dismissing those inexplicable emotions, change would start from this midday meal. In her previous life, Qin Yize always complained that her stir-fry was terrible, so whenever he was home, he did the cooking. Actually, after marrying Qin Yize in her last life, she had only lived a short time at the Imperial Capital Qin Family Old Residence. This place, on the contrary, was where she had spent the longest time. Gu Qiaoqiao efficiently washed the rice, then cooked it with hot water, which made the rice particularly delicious. After that, she got busy. She sliced the cabbages to stir-fry them later, cut the potatoes into fine threads, soaked them in water, and prepared to stir-fry a dish of spicy and sour potato threads. Add to that the Sauce Small Fish, the meat sauce and pickled vegetables she brought from home, topped off with an egg drop soup. It was indeed a very nice lunch. Gu Qiaoqiao rolled up the sleeves of her sweater, revealing her fair and delicate arms as she began to clean the small fish. After completing all the preparations, Qiaoqiao checked the time and knew that Qin Yize would be off work in an hour. She turned up the flame on the stove. Then she started making Sauce Small Fish. If only there was another wok spoon, she could stir-fry simultaneously, which would be faster. As Qiaoqiao smelled the fragrance of Sauce Small Fish, her mood lifted as well. She glanced at the pot and thought that stewing for another five minutes would let the flavor fully infuse. Taking advantage of this intermission, Qiaoqiao went back to the box and took out a stone, lifting it to observe it against the sunlight. Qiaoqiao’s heart leaped with joy once more. The result of this exhilaration was Qiaoqiao happily twirling around the room with the Gold Jade Stone, singing as she spun, “In that distant place, there is a good young girl…” The young girl’s singing was melodious and pleasing to the ear like the sound of nature. At this moment, holding the Gold Jade Stone, she felt as if she had grasped a mountain of gold, and she continued singing, “…her beautiful, captivating eyes, like the brilliant moon of the night…” However, as Qiaoqiao turned around, the elongated note on the word “moon” and the following “bright” abruptly halted. Her eyes seemed to stop blinking as well. This must be what they call being dumbstruck. Qin Yize was lazily leaning against the wall at the doorway, arms crossed, his eyes sparkling like stars and seemingly carrying a trace of a smile. It was unclear when he had returned, how long he had been watching, and how much he had heard. Qiaoqiao’s cheeks blushed with lovely rosy hues, she bit her lip, holding the stone in her hand, and asked dryly, “When… when did you get back?” Qin Yize uncrossed his arms and walked over to Qiaoqiao in a leisurely manner, standing in front of her. At that moment, the corners of Qin Yize’s mouth were lifted in a slight curve. His eyes were like the still waters of an autumn pond, and under the slightly hazy lighting, they seemed veiled in a mist, making it difficult to discern the emotions hidden beneath. However, there seemed to be a hint of regret. Yes, it was regrettable. The Qiaoqiao just then was like he had never seen before – as light and beautiful as a mountain fairy, her singing voice like a heavenly melody. It was the first time he had heard her sing. And it turned out to be really pleasant. Just now, he had even held his breath for fear of startling Qiaoqiao, yet he never considered that he would end up being the one startled. Seeing her in such a daze, Qin Yize found his hand growing restless, tempted to reach out and pinch her tender, moist cheeks to see if they were as soft and delicate as he imagined. His gaze carried an emotion that no one could understand. Then, he really did reach out his hand, but not towards her cheek, instead aiming for the stone in Qiaoqiao’s hand. He took it with ease and, looking down at Qiaoqiao, he spoke in a low voice, “I’m hungry.” Sёarch* The NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Ah, he’s hungry… Qiaoqiao finally regained her composure and hurried into the kitchen, grateful that she hadn’t added more fire; the fish was stewed just right. Qin Yize looked at the stone. Apart from the amber-colored area being pretty, the rest seemed quite ordinary. He didn’t understand why Qiaoqiao would be so happy about it. But happiness is good, and the stone had indeed played its part. Then, unexpectedly, another small head peeked out from the kitchen door, blinking bright eyes, “I’ll stir-fry two more dishes, and then we can eat.” Qin Yize clenched the stone, feeling an inexplicable sense of pleasure in his heart. He put the stone back into the cardboard box and entered the kitchen, standing behind Qiaoqiao. Today, Qiaoqiao was wearing a beige sweater. He noticed that she liked wearing beige clothes. And this sweater was a trendy batwing top. As Qiaoqiao stir-fried, her body swayed along, appearing like the wings of a butterfly. Yes, her waist was very slim. Qin Yize silently took another look, estimating that his hands could encircle it. Could they? Source: Webn0vel.com, updated on Novg0.co

Chapter 133 03-25 - 133 His Style.

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