My wife is a witch princess.

Be frugal, pay attention to details and choose reasonable prices, and save the rest of the money for skiing.

Aside from Song Che, Xia Li had never given gifts to anyone else. The last time she gave him a magic potion was the first time, and this time was the second.

Xia Li was actually quite disappointed when her attempt to deliver the potion was rejected.

She was incredibly confident in her potions, especially the ones she carefully concocted. She thought Song Che would like them, but Song Che acted as if he had encountered a plague, turning his back without a second thought.

He wouldn't even drink it, saying it didn't taste good.

Xia Li clearly added sugar as Song Che instructed.

The matter of the magic potion is from a long time ago; Song Che should have forgotten about it.

But Xia Li clearly remembered that the potion she concocted for Song Che was helpful for advancing in magic, and the ingredients for this potion were expensive and difficult to prepare.

Xia Li felt that this would show her dedication.

Therefore, the gift Xia Li wanted to give this time was one she made herself.

She sat in the bedroom, holding the magic mirror and studying it for a long time.

Xia Li discovered that when learning something new, it was difficult to judge the standards. If she wanted to be original, she couldn't directly ask Song Che. This thing was different from Hit, and she couldn't tell the difference.

Who should I ask?

Xia Li bent her legs on the bed.

She didn't know many people, and she didn't trust asking other people. She didn't really want to ask her uncles and aunts, and she always wanted to talk less when she saw them. So, she could only go to Aunt He.

Last time, Aunt He told her a lot of things.

Xia Li shifted her body and sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about how to get around Song Che and leave on her own.

She felt that Song Che wouldn't let her go out on her own.

He always said that the world is quite dangerous, and he didn't let her run around on her own, saying that there were some things she didn't understand and that she was easily deceived.

Xia Li felt that what he said was right, but not entirely right.

She sneaked out; if she got caught, Song Che would definitely scold her.

I opened the door and glanced into the living room.

Song Che wasn't in the living room; he should be resting in the bedroom.

Xia Li sneaked out.

She chatted with Aunt He for a long time, and when she came out, she had a smile on her face. Aunt He agreed and told her not to tell Song Che about giving her the gift, and promised not to tell her.

……

Days passed by one by one.

The 24th day of the twelfth lunar month is the Little New Year.

Song Che woke up at 6:15.

This was the first time he had woken up this early since the holiday started, and a voice in his head kept reminding him that he had to pick up that bag today.

He bought a lot of things last time, and he picked out some gifts for Xia Li.

It was still a bit dark outside the window.

He lay in the dark for a while, staring at the ceiling.

He found that his state of mind was becoming more and more stable.

If you calm down, you can see some different things.

There are cracks in the ceiling.

A long time ago, he seemed to have been staring blankly at the same spot when he saw that crack.

It's meaningless.

The crack ran along the edge of the lamp base, resembling a strand of hair. I used to think it was because the landlord was stingy, but now I don't think it's a big deal; I've gotten used to it.

He pulled out his phone from under his pillow; the screen was a bit too bright.

The logistics information remains the same: Delivered to collection point.

I bought a bunch of packages, but I won't let Xia Li come along this time.

The collection point is located 50 meters outside the east gate of the residential area, in a small supermarket that sells cigarettes and alcohol.

The owner's surname is Zhou, he is in his sixties, wears reading glasses, and likes to listen to the radio behind the counter and chat with the security guard who guards the alley every day.

However, I didn't see the security guard this time; he probably hasn't woken up yet.

Song Che went to pick up the package. Master Zhou looked up at him, handed him a cardboard box from the shelf, and said, "It's all packed for you. It's all for you."

The cardboard box was wrapped tightly with several layers of tape.

He took it back, opened it, and took a look.

He glanced at it and stuffed it back in its original place, into the storage box under the bed. There was nothing wrong with the things he bought.

There's something extra in that storage box.

I bought the silver wrapping paper and a roll of ribbon yesterday afternoon.

It took forty minutes to wrap the gift and tie it with a bow. It finally looked much more formal, with the silver wrapping paper matching Xia Li's hair.

He lay down for a while longer, then thought he'd get up again.

I lay down for a while, having nothing to do.

He took the paper bag out, folded the opening twice, and placed it on the ground next to him.

Bruce looked up from the window, his tail still covering his nose. The cat squinted at him, then closed its eyes again.

Master got up very early today...

I've woken it up twice already.

It had just squinted.

There was some noise coming from the kitchen.

The pot lid bumped against the rim of the pot, and the tap was turned on and off repeatedly.

Tap, tap, tap.

Song Che put on his slippers and walked over.

Xia Li stood in front of the stove, holding a kitchen knife in her hand.

On the cutting board are a few tomatoes, cut into evenly sized pieces. In a small bowl next to it, two eggs are cracked, and chopsticks are placed on the rim of the bowl to whisk the eggs until they are smooth.

She heard footsteps.

"I'm making scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

"I saw it."

No salt was added this time.

"Ah."

"I added salt twice last time."

Song Che leaned against the door frame without saying a word.

Xia Li now eats breakfast as soon as she gets up, which has helped him establish a regular lifestyle.

Song Che actually... rarely eats breakfast.

Back when I was in school, I could only afford to buy a cup of porridge.

But after Xia Li came here, the two of them ate breakfast every day.

Xia Li pushed the tomatoes into the pan with a sizzling sound, and a little oil splattered up. She stepped back a little, then moved back in. Cooking was no problem for her now; she was learning quite well.

Song Che went over to help and took the spatula from her hand.

Xia Li did not let go.

He paused for a moment.

"Turn the heat down a bit, so the eggs will be tender."

She looked down at the stove knob and turned it half a turn to the left. The flames shrank.

The aroma of eggs wafted over, and the sleeping peach, before even opening its eyes, began to move its mouth.

Xia Li spoke up, "The 24th of the twelfth lunar month is the Little New Year, and we offer sugar melons to the Kitchen God."

"Hmm, it's a custom, I almost forgot."

"Oh, I knew that from the calendar."

She stood there for a while longer and then said, "I've bought a gift for Auntie. When shall we go?"

Song Che's hands didn't stop moving.

I made it myself.

"Ah."

He turned off the heat, and the eggs were perfectly tender this time.

“It’s edible,” she said.

Song Che handed her the plate.

"Take it over there."

Xia Li took it.

Bruce, attracted by the aroma, didn't go to sleep. He walked to the food bowl, sat down, and wrapped his tail around his hind paws.

Eating is more important than sleeping!

Song Che took the dried school uniform from the balcony and draped it over the back of a chair.

After the New Year, it will be time for school to start again.

This school uniform is only worn during exams; after the exams, it's a final farewell to high school.