My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 39 Girls Chatting
Back home, Chen Xiaomiao tossed the shopping bags into the kitchen and began busily preparing food.

Lu Yuan, carrying the idiot, approached the kitchen doorway. Just as he was about to speak, Chen Xiaomiao glanced at him.

"Go and rest, don't cause trouble in the kitchen!"

His tone was stiff and unyielding, like a frozen stone.

Lu Yuan touched his nose, and tactfully hugged the idiot and shrank back onto the sofa.

In the kitchen, the tap was running loudly, and the cleaver was clattering against the cutting board, making a lot more noise than usual.

Lunch consisted of stir-fried cucumber, tofu with scallions, and a pot of tender pork rib soup.

Chen Xiaomiao brought the food to the table, served herself a small bowl of rice, and started eating without even lifting her eyelids.

Lu Yuan tried to strike up a conversation several times, but she shut him down with "um" and "oh".

After finishing her meal, Chen Xiaomiao was still sulking, but she was still efficient at her work.

She quickly and efficiently finished all the housework, from washing dishes and wiping tables to mopping the floor and adding water and food for Erbaiwu, without even glancing at Lu Yuan or saying a word.

Finally, she went straight back to her room, and with a soft click, closed the door.

Lu Yuan looked at the closed door and scratched his head helplessly.

In the room, Chen Xiaomiao lay on the bed, angrily taking out her phone.

She wanted to watch a TV series to distract herself, but a WeChat message notification suddenly popped up at the top of the screen.

Lu Yuan transferred 200.00 yuan to you.

Note: Mr. Dong has settled the payment.

Chen Xiaomiao was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously tapped "Receive Payment," and the notification sound of the money being deposited into her account was crisp.

Immediately afterwards, another message from Lu Yuan popped up, a GIF of a fool begging for mercy that he had created using AI.

The caption reads: "The idiot knows he's wrong."

Chen Xiaomiao stared at the picture, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, but she quickly suppressed it.

Her finger hovered over the screen for a long time, unsure of what to reply.

Never mind, let's talk about it tonight...

Chen Xiaomiao secretly made up her mind that she would have a good chat with Lu Yuan during dinner that night.

He's a fine young man; he shouldn't be led astray by a reckless and frivolous woman!
Exiting the chat window with Lu Yuan, Chen Xiaomiao's gaze inadvertently swept across the friends list, her eyes drawn to the profile picture of her only two friends, Song Jia.

It was a travel photo, with snow-capped mountains and lakes in the background.

In the photo, Song Jia is wearing a large, dark gray suit jacket, her long, straight legs are wrapped in a thin layer of matte black stockings, and she is wearing a pair of thick-soled Martin boots.

Chen Xiaomiao stared at it for a while, feeling puzzled.

Why is Song Jia wearing this too?
But looking at her... she seemed different from the women she had seen at the mall entrance.

The oversized clothes looked like they were made for men, loose and baggy, but paired with black socks and stiff boots, they didn't look frivolous at all; instead, they exuded an indescribable air of confidence.

He seems capable and decisive, which is quite appealing.

Chen Xiaomiao opened Song Jia's chat window and began to recall how to write simplified Chinese characters.

[Chen Xiaomiao]: Hello, Sister Song Jia. Have you eaten yet? [Smile]
The message was replied to almost instantly. First, an emoji of a round-faced little girl blinking her big eyes and making an OK sign popped up.

[Don't Want to Be a Classmate]: I just finished eating, Xiao Miao, is there something you need?

Chen Xiaomiao was charmed by the emojis and became a little bolder, continuing to write stroke by stroke.

[Chen Xiaomiao]: Can I ask you something?
[Don't Want to Join the Class]: Of course you can! What's up? Just ask!
Chen Xiaomiao took a deep breath, feeling her face burning and her fingers almost unresponsive.

[Chen Xiaomiao]: Do all the girls in your city wear these kinds of socks?
[Chen Xiaomiao]: Like the one in your profile picture, dark and thin?
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

A huge, bright red question mark jumped out.

[Don't want Jiaban]: ? ? ?

[Don't want Jiaban]: [Black guy with a question mark face.jpg]
[Don't Want to Join Class]: Xiao Miao, why are you suddenly asking this? [laughing and crying emoji]
[Don't Want to Be a Classmate]: Do girls still think wearing stockings is strange these days? They keep you warm in winter, protect you from the sun in summer, and go well with skirts and pants.

Chen Xiaomiao's face turned even redder; she could almost imagine Song Jia's incredulous expression on the other end of the phone.

[Chen Xiaomiao]: This morning at the mall entrance, I saw other girls wearing... but I think Song Jia, your outfit is different from theirs, it looks especially good!

Song Jia sent a laughing emoji with her hands covering her mouth.

[Don't Want to Be a Classmate]: Haha, thank you for the compliment!
[Unwilling to Join the Class]: Didn't Lu Yuan let you wear it? That shouldn't be the case!

In Song Jia's view, the two were already living together, and certain intimate little pleasures should have come naturally long ago.

Chen Xiaomiao's mind went blank for a moment, and her fingers froze as she typed.

[Chen Xiaomiao]: Why did Lu Yuan make me wear it?

Song Jia then sent a knowing, mischievous smiley face.

[Don't Want to Join Jiaban]: What else could it be? Men all like this, aren't they? Visual creatures!

[Chen Xiaomiao]: Really?

[I don't want to do Jiaban]: I haven't done it either, this is purely theoretical analysis, for reference only!
Song Jia probably found it too funny to tease this honest girl, so she added another sentence.

[I Don't Want to Be a Good Girl]: But, well, women dress up for those they love, and it's nice for couples to try out new styles occasionally to add some fun, right?

Romance...

Chen Xiaomiao's hand trembled so much from the word that she almost dropped her phone.

She couldn't take it anymore, and her fingers trembled as she typed to end the conversation.

[Chen Xiaomiao]: I understand, thank you, Sister Song Jia, you're busy!

After clicking send, Chen Xiaomiao, as if on fire, quickly turned off the screen and tossed the phone aside.

The room was quiet except for the pounding of Chen Xiaomiao's own heart.

After a while, Chen Xiaomiao fumbled for her phone again and, almost unconsciously, opened the JD.com shopping app.

Big data is making a powerful impact again!
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(End of this chapter)