1970s: Hot wife accompanies the army, cold-faced rough man is not easy to tease

Chapter 329: Like a spoiled rag, left out for three days before being taken out to cook.

Sometimes, laughing too much can be punished.

Lu Youyou didn't emerge from the bathroom until an hour later. Even though she was in her own home, she moved stealthily.

"You're not allowed to move. Wait ten minutes before you come out!"

She lowered her voice, but the pink hue that spread down her shoulders and neck rendered her words practically harmless.

The courtyard was quiet. Lu Youyou walked around the connecting corridor and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that no one was in the courtyard.

It's all Gu Qingye's fault, he was so reckless! There were guests at home, how could he do that while they were taking a shower...?

She walked to the west wing, gently pushed open the door, and found the "guest" already curled up on the bed like a shrimp, the towel draped over his body rising and falling rhythmically.

Thank goodness, she's asleep!
Just as Lu Youyou was about to walk inside, those familiar, strong arms appeared again, one hand going through her waist and the other gently covering her mouth.

"Shh-"

However, the next second she was lifted into the air and landed steadily in Gu Qingye's arms.

"What are you doing?" Lu Youyou asked him in a whisper.

"She's already asleep, so she probably doesn't need you to stay with her."

A low, husky voice sounded in Lu Youyou's ear, and Gu Qingye kissed her earlobe after he finished speaking.

After a half-hearted, half-reluctant, entangled, and neither-too-close, Lu Youyou finally lay back down on her familiar bed.

What happened in the bathroom just now was just interest on the interest; Gu Qingye has a whole night to recover yesterday's losses, including principal and interest.

*
Noon the next day.

Lu Youyou's biological clock, which had gradually stabilized due to work, was disrupted once again, and she almost couldn't stand up when she got out of bed.

The person in the mirror had a face as beautiful as a peach blossom, which was not a problem, but the dense marks below her collarbone showed how hard she had worked to pay the price of ceding territory the night before.

Square-neck clothes were definitely out of the question, so Lu Youyou found a shirt dress and buttoned it up to the second to last button, which just covered the area below her collarbone.

This time it was her turn to be surrounded when she woke up. As soon as she opened the door, she was met with three pairs of eyes: Zhui Feng, Xiao Hui Hui, and Song Yun Qing, all lined up in a row.

Seeing her come out, Little Grey visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and the next second it flapped its wings and flew away as if avoiding a plague.

A long string of cooing sounds drifted from the sky, seemingly a farewell, but for some reason it was filled with resentment.

Lu Youyou looked at Zhuifeng, whose head didn't move, but his eyes turned 45 degrees toward Song Yunqing.

The suspect was shading his eyes with his hand and looking up at the sky, trying to find traces of Little Grey.

"What happened to them?" Lu Youyou mouthed.

Zhui Feng opened his mouth and silently babbled, rubbing his left leg against his right, mimicking Song Yunqing's signature auntie smile to a degree.

Lu Youyou immediately understood; the guests were too enthusiastic, and Little Grey was getting impatient.

"Sigh, I slept in again. I didn't even get to say a few words to Little Grey!" Song Yunqing sighed.

She woke up only half an hour earlier than Lu Youyou and only realized that her cousin-in-law had slept in the master bedroom last night when she saw the note on the door.

Gu Qingye bought breakfast before going to work and left Xiao Huihui and Zhuifeng to watch the house.

Song Yunqing didn't have time to talk to the work eagle yesterday, and forgot about it when she got home last night. She was overjoyed to find that Little Grey was still there when she woke up this morning.

Little Grey was overwhelmed by her enthusiasm, but he still had to faithfully wait for his mother to get up before leaving.

After listening to half an hour of rambling and dodging 98/100 sneak attacks, I saw Lu Youyou get up safely and immediately ran away.

On his way to the base, Little Grey thought that accompanying his father to study wasn't enough to show his love, so why not sleep with him at night too?
The house should be quiet by now, right?

Fortunately, Song Yunqing's感慨 (feelings of emotion) came and went quickly, and she soon pulled Lu Youyou to the kitchen. "My cousin said he saved breakfast for us, but I haven't seen it yet. I wonder what delicious food is in it!"

The dust cover was piled up to the brim, and Song Yunqing was amazed by each item she picked up.

What is this brown circle?

"Where is this brown cylinder?"

"Is this golden ball sweet or salty?"

"Ah, I know this, is it the legendary douzhi (fermented mung bean juice)?"

Lu Youyou couldn't bear to dampen her enthusiasm. To be honest, she knew Song Yunqing's tastes fairly well and didn't think she would like authentic Beijing breakfast.

But curiosity is irresistible. Even though she repeatedly emphasized that most people couldn't get used to the taste of douzhi (fermented mung bean juice), Song Yunqing still resolutely took a sip.

Sure enough, she swallowed half of it and then stood there awkwardly, looking like she was about to cry but not quite. She didn't want to swallow anymore, but she was too embarrassed to spit it out.

"You're about to throw up. If you don't like the taste, then forget it."

Song Yunqing felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She immediately went to the pool and vomited, and rinsed her mouth three times.

"To be honest, it's like taking a spoiled dishcloth out and letting it sit for three days before boiling it..."

Song Yunqing grimaced, the smell still lingering.

Lu Youyou nodded: "I agree, I don't like drinking this either."

Although she had lived in Beijing for two lifetimes, she always avoided fermented mung bean juice, a biological weapon.

With this as a base, even if the other dishes aren't very tasty, the difference is minimal.

Song Yunqing didn't like the sugar-coated sesame cakes, fried dough rings, and millet porridge, but she was okay with the rest, like steamed buns, fried cakes, and mutton offal soup.

"I can still accompany you around today, but I have school matters to attend to tomorrow and the day after. What arrangements do you suggest?" Lu Youyou said while drinking tofu pudding.

"It's okay, you can go ahead and do what you need to do. I'll just take a walk around by myself. I'll see if Lawrence is free later, I'll ask him."

Upon hearing Lawrence's name, Lu Youyou paused, unable to help but recall the "price" she had paid last night...

"Sister-in-law, are you hot? Why is your face so red?"

"It's nothing." Lu Youyou casually picked up a fan and fanned herself intermittently.

Song Yunqing tore off a small piece of fried dough stick and soaked it in the mutton soup. After taking a bite, she sighed with satisfaction: "Sister-in-law, are there any other good restaurants in the capital? Tell me the names of the restaurants, and I'll find them myself."

"If you want to eat snacks, go to Longfusi Market; if you want to eat imperial cuisine, go to Fangshan Restaurant; for barbecue, there's Kaorouwan; and Yuebin Restaurant and Fengzeyuan are also good."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, let me find a note to write this down."

*
In the afternoon, after meeting with Lawrence, the three of them went to the Summer Palace on the outskirts of Beijing as planned.

Because the memory of last night was so vivid, Lu Youyou's eyes were inevitably more intense when she spoke to Lawrence.

"Lu, what's wrong?" Lawrence looked down at himself. "Is there something wrong with me?"

Lu Youyou smiled and shook her head, then casually pointed to the lakeside: "It's nothing, there are a few people over there who seem to be watching you."

Several foreigners were standing by the stone benches by the lake. Perhaps it was rare to encounter fellow countrymen with blond hair and blue eyes here, because they glanced over here a few more times.

Lawrence looked up and saw no one he recognized, so he had little interest in greeting them. When he turned around, Lu Youyou had already been called away by Song Yunqing.

He stood there, watching Lu Youyou's departing figure, his eyes flickering between light and darkness.

Some things, if they weren't said before, will probably never be mentioned again.

(End of this chapter)