My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

   Chapter 178

  In the afternoon, Xu Qing put away the pliers hoop. The casino did not open the door during the May 1st holiday, and there was no need to stare at the stock electrocardiogram. He wanted to turn his head to see Jiang He playing games, but there was no one on the computer.

Picking up the phone and looking at it, Jiang He didn't send a photo back to tell him what he had learned during the trip. He suddenly felt like there was nothing to do. He got up and moved his body. He felt that the weather was a bit hot. He opened the tightly closed windows. The air inside is not so stuffy.

  People are sometimes weird. They don’t have much to do every day, but when others are on vacation, he just wants to do something.

After tinkering around, Xu Qing took the electric fan out of the utility room and found a small wooden shelf to raise it up and put it next to Jiang He’s computer. After thinking about it, he wanted to pull the sofa he often sits on. , So as long as the fan shakes his head, both people can blow the wind.

After clapping his hands, Xu Qing sat on Jiang He’s chair and tried it. After sitting in a half circle, he could put his legs on the sofa and enjoy such a comfortable position of lying and leaning, but Jiang He only liked it. Cross-legged, he feels comfortable.

   Closed his eyes for a while, then turned on Jiang He's computer, Xu Qing was a little hurt looking at the boot page.

  There is a set password on it.

   Who do you think of him? Wouldn't it be impossible to peek at the browsing history?

Xu Qing turned off the computer angrily, stood up and looked around, doing nothing, and then moved the coffee table in the middle of the living room to the side, the stools were removed, and the furnishings of the living room were changed to look like it was spacious and unreasonably spacious. A lot.

  It is densely placed in winter and it looks warm, and in summer, it is laid out more open and refreshing. Xu Qing has forgotten where he saw it, but it does feel that way, and his heart is much smoother.

Take Jiang Miao next to the TV to the window to ventilate, and wipe the leaves by the way. Before wiping the leaves, Xu Qing saw two figures of the old and the young coming towards this side in the distance. They could still hear them when they were close. They were talking gossip, and when Jiang He passed by here, he saw Xu Qing holding the yellowed rag by the window looking at them.

"what are you doing?"

   Jiang He asked by the window across the greenery in the middle.

She is carrying her bag and holding a basin of cactus in her hand. It is small, only the size of a fist. She has a blue umbrella on her finger and a handbag on the other side. It looks like she is going out to harvest this trip. Quite abundant.

  "Break fresh air."

   "Hey, can you be exhausted if you come out for a breath?" Cheng Yulan also saw Xu Qing with her upper body exposed in the window, and was ridiculous at what he said to breathe fresh air.

  Although there is a green belt outside the window, what is the operation of opening the window in the house?

   "You can breathe as soon as you open the window, why run out?"

  Xu Qing was eloquent, took the yellowed cloth and gently wiped it from the **** leaf, then looked up again, and the two of Jiang He had already turned away.

  A moment later, there was the sound of a key twisting from the door. Jiang He came in from the door, closed the door and put the cactus on the table, looked around the changed decorations of the living room, and hung an umbrella on the sticky hook behind the door.

  "I saw a potted plant on the road. The little emerald green one is very beautiful, but Aunt Cheng said that this cactus is anti-radiation, so I bought it back for eight yuan."

  After finishing everything, Jiang He took off his own bag, then took the cactus ball and looked left and right, put it on the small table Xu Qing often uses the computer, and explained to Xu Qing.

  Xu Qing scratched her head, looked back at her playing with the cactus, and couldn’t help asking: "Do you know what radiation is?"

   "Invisible, it sounds terrible." Jiang He Baidu for a while, seemingly understandable, but still subconsciously feel that this is not a good thing.

  Chinese characters are magical. Although many things do not understand the meaning, the meaning can be faintly felt from the shape of the character.

  The three words ‘radiation’ doesn’t sound like a good thing.

  Xu Qing did not correct her rumors about whether the cactus **** can be radiation-proof. Anyway, it just went hand in hand. If you really care about it, Baidu will tell her the truth.

   "What's that?" He gestured to Jiang Hezheng's open handbag.

  "The snacks I bought included peanut crisps, dried sweet potatoes, and raisins..."

Jiang He took out the snacks from the bag. They were not packaged in the supermarket, but in a loose package. Just now Xu Qing saw Cheng Yulan carrying the same bag. It seems that the two were pushing them together on the side of the road. Bought it from the hawker of the trolley.

Old people like dried sweet potatoes very much. They hold them in their mouths and wait for them to soften. One slice can be eaten for a long time. Xu Qing also likes. Put the **** sprouts on his hands back in place, then pinch a slice and throw it in his mouth. Jiang He stared at him.

   "You didn't even wash your hands."

  I just took the rags. Thinking about it, it was disgusting. Xu Qingling ran to wash his hands, not forgetting his stiff mouth: "It’s not clean, it’s not sick after eating."

The dried sweet potato looks dark and over-dried. At first glance, it was made at home. It is not the kind of hard steaming and adding some additives. Jiang He originally didn't plan to buy it. Later, after seeing Cheng Yulan bought a lot, he followed. Buy some.

  Xu Qing wiped her hands out, and saw Jiang He slowly eating dried sweet potatoes, as if poking her some strange taste buds, and her eyes narrowed, revealing a taste of aftertaste.

   "A broken snack just makes you taste elegant." Xu Qing couldn't help but complain. This is how others taste red wine.

  "Don’t you think it’s delicious?" Jiang He was a little surprised. He thought it was such an ugly thing...

  She didn't expect Xu Qing to like it, and she didn't hope that it would be delicious. The food is divided into grades, the more expensive the better, it was just bought and tasted, and the result was beyond her expectation.

  "A delicious is delicious..."

  Xu Qing pinched another piece and put it in his mouth, "But it's not as exaggerated as you are, right?"

   "If you buy less, I knew I would buy more. Put a slice in your mouth when playing games, and you can eat it for a long time."

   "Just buy it next time you see it."

  Xu Qing grabbed a handful of raisins, looked sideways at the appearance of Jiang He staring at the dried sweet potatoes, frowning.

  "Aren’t you thinking about making a bunch of yourself and eating while playing games, and then let others buy it?"

  This thing is indeed more reliable than pickles, after all, no one takes pickles as a snack.

  "How do you know?!" Jiang He was surprised, she felt that Xu Qing seemed to be more and more like the roundworm in her belly.

  Although she should not have that thing in her stomach.

   "I...um...this one is more reliable than pickles."

  Xu Qing shook her head. Dried sweet potatoes should be a memory of many people. When he was a child, his grandma liked to make this thing. She filled her pocket with a full pocket, and just touched a piece of it when she was fine.

If you really want to do this, you say it’s made by yourself. Not only does it eliminate the need for food certificates for selling pickles, but you can also send it directly. You don’t need to go through a certain treasure. Just add a WeChat. The snack attribute is also much easier than selling pickles. Up.

  Thinking of this, Xu Qing pinched a handful of raisins into his mouth, “You can do it if you want, but I won’t help you.”

"Oh."

   "This is not a lot of money, but if you can find a way to sell it, it is a very successful experience."

   Jiang He did not speak, and took the raisins into his mouth. The sour raisins were different from the sweet ones eaten during the Chinese New Year. They were better.

  It is different from the kind of cake. Eating cake is happiness, and eating this is happiness. Anyway, it is very pleasant.

  She rarely spends money to buy things, at most she buys some yogurt drinks in the supermarket, and now she finds that there are so many good things hidden on the roadside, Xu Qing has never bought them.

   "You open your mouth."

  Jiang He saw that Xu Qing and Xiaozhu Gongshi had eaten a small handful of raisins in two mouthfuls, and pinched one to speak.

  Xu Qing had already sat back in front of the window sill, and she turned her head and opened her mouth when she heard the sound.

  Jiang He tossed gently, and the raisins fell into his mouth across half of the living room.

   "This is fun!"

   Xu Qing did not expect to be so precise, "I want to eat dried sweet potatoes."

   "Open your mouth."

  Dried sweet potatoes floated half of the living room again.

   "What else?" Jiang He also discovered the fun in it, picked up the peanut crisp and asked, "Can you eat this?"

  "No more." Xu Qing shook his head.

  "Stop eating?"

   "It feels like feeding a dog."

  "Ahem...cough..." Jiang He choked on himself and couldn't help laughing.

   "Come, eat the last one."

   "I won't eat anymore."

   "Quickly, I threw it away!"

   Jiang He squeezed a slice of dried sweet potato and made gestures. Xu Qing shrugged and had to open his mouth to enjoy the service of feeding the heroine.

  Seeing Xu Qing's helpless look, Jiang He shook his hair, an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart.

  The past, the future, the present, time and space seem to be blurred at this moment, the clear boundaries disappear, Xu Qing has been sitting there waiting for her.

  The man sitting by the window seems to be destined.

"I am going tocook."

   Jiang He threw the raisins on his hand into his mouth, stood up and said.

"Ok."

  Xu Qingying said, lying on the window sill and looking outside. There was just a shadow in the night, and the street light had not been turned on. The evening wind slowly passed by, and it was very cool.

   Jiang He, who said that he was cooking, did not go to the kitchen, but came behind him, silently, and frightened Xu Qing, "Why are you walking silently?"

   "Hug me."

"Uh?"

  Xu Qing was stunned, and she was taken into her arms for unknown reasons.

   Jiang He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then raised his eyes to look at Xu Qing, "Do I have an ID card to get married?"

  All the encounters in this world are reunions after a long absence—she now understands a little bit what it feels like.

  The light in the living room hadn't been turned on yet, but Xu Qing saw the gleaming light in her eyes.

  (End of this chapter)