Rebirth in 1980: The Farm Wife Makes a Comeback
Chapter 195: Plastic

Chapter 195: Chapter 195: Plastic

And when Jian Zhiqing came back, the timing was perfect; the dishes were almost ready.

Qin Xiangnuan didn’t make many dishes, just five dishes and a soup.

Her cooking was not bad, although not comparable to a professional chef, she still had some skills; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to get rich and make a fortune with her own hands.

The dishes were indeed good, and Jian Zhiqing took a liking to them as soon as he saw them on the table. They were all spicy, which he was fond of. He didn’t have many hobbies, but he loved spicy food. This was similar to his family, where almost everyone shared this trait; they couldn’t eat their meals without chili peppers.

He ate to his heart’s content this meal; it had been a long time since he had such a full meal.

Qin Xiangnuan was cleaning up the dishes and utensils. Having an extra person at home suddenly made it seem livelier, unlike before, when she was alone and the day passed in silence. That’s how life was, quiet and simple.

She thought to herself that she actually preferred the liveliness—nobody likes to be alone. Being lonely for too long, she felt she might become strange.

When she got back, the lights in Jian Zhiqing’s house were still on. She wondered what he could be doing—reading, writing, or perhaps...

Hmm, maybe she should buy a television. She herself didn’t watch TV, so she never bought one, but now that she had a neighbor, she thought it might be time to get one.

She took a bottle of milk out from the space, divided it into two portions, setting aside one for herself, and the other...

Knock knock, she tapped on the door, with a cup of hot milk in her hand.

With a click, the door opened. Jian Zhiqing had changed into a set of simple casual clothes, which looked very comfortable to wear.

"Brother Jian, milk."

Qin Xiangnuan handed the cup forward, but her gaze landed on the plastic slippers Jian Zhiqing had on his feet. Despite the weather, he wore plastic slippers and didn’t seem to find them cold. However, she understood that cotton slippers weren’t widely popular yet and not everyone owned a pair. She happened to have a pair that she had made herself.

It seemed she needed to make a new pair.

Jian Zhiqing took the cup and finished it in a few gulps.

"The milk tastes good, not like regular milk that has a fishy smell. This one is sweet, not bad."

"I’ve been thinking..." he swirled the cup in his hand, "with this diet, plus this cup of milk, would fifty yuan a month be enough? Am I putting you at a loss?"

"Not at all," Qin Xiangnuan took the cup back from Jian Zhiqing’s hand, "Fifty yuan is a lot, I can buy a lot of vegetables. Plus, the milk is mine to drink, and when I can’t finish it, I’d have to pour it out. Just so happens to give Brother Jian a little benefit."

She moved her hand behind her back, lightly brushing the rim of the cup.

That feeling... seemed somewhat warm, and her face suddenly felt hot. How could she forget that he had just drunk from it?

Her fingers quickly moved away, and she lowered her head, using her hair to shield her face, not knowing whether her attempt to hide it would reveal anything to him.

"Well, Brother Jian, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head back first."

"Go ahead," Jian Zhiqing stood at the door, his gaze fixed on her hands behind her back.

Qin Xiangnuan knew he was still looking at her posture, so she stood very straight. Fortunately, after a few steps, she had already entered her own house and let out a sigh of relief, involuntarily patting her chest.