Siheyuan: He Yuzhu's happy salted fish life

Gu Qiuye's back was no longer visible, and He Yuzhu was still standing there watching, feeling somewhat guilty in his heart.

"So reluctant, why don't you chase it out!"

Tong Jiahui's sour voice suddenly came from behind, pulling He Yuzhu's mind back.

He turned around quickly, couldn't help but took two steps back, looked at her with some trepidation, and said guiltily:
"Jiahui, you... when did you come here, you... how did you get out of there?"

Tong Jiahui didn't answer him, but gave him a blank look, and said coquettishly:
"I'm almost starving to death, I still don't go back to cook!"

Seeing his sister's somewhat exaggerated expression, He Yuzhu could guess that Tong Jiahui might have seen what happened just now. He still doesn't know whether the eldest lady is in a good mood or a bad mood, so he dare not say more.

After the three of them entered the room, He Yushui first looked at Tong Jiahui, then turned to look at his brother, and said solemnly:

"I'm very sensible, I'll give you an hour! Call me when dinner is ready."

After all, he ran out with a smile.

Seeing his sister go out, He Yuzhu quickly hid in the kitchen.

This little sister-in-law is really awesome.

When Tong Jiahui entered the room, he saw the curtains hanging in front of the painting, and couldn't help being secretly happy. It seems that he has remembered everything I said.

But it doesn't matter now, these are not important anymore, people are already mine, why should I care about a painting!
She walked quietly to the door of the kitchen, looked at He Yuzhu who was cooking ribs, and couldn't help pouted.

Everyone knows that we need to speak our minds, but you are so stupid that you get into the kitchen and never come out.

Forget it, sister, I am in a good mood today, so I won't bother with you. If you don't come out, I will go in to accompany you.

She walked up to He Yuzhu, looked at the man who was cooking with anger in her eyes, and said softly:

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"what!"

He Yuzhu trembled all over, exclaimed, turned around quickly, and said in a panic:

"Jiahui, listen to me to argue with you, no, please listen to me to explain to you, actually."

Before he could quibble, a slender finger was placed on his lips, and then Tong Jiahui said softly:

"You don't need to quibble, what I want to hear is not these, so you don't have anything in your heart to tell me? For example"

Before she finished speaking, Tong Jiahui lowered her head and pinched her little hand, her little face getting redder and redder.

This guy understands, it turns out that he didn't come to Xingshi to inquire about his crimes, but to listen to sweet words, so he came here without opening his mouth!He gently took Tong Jiahui's little hand, and whispered in her ear:

"Jiahui, I really like you. During the few days you left, I have been thinking about you every day. I miss you so much that I want to sleep."

"what!"

"No, no, I think you can't sleep thinking about it."

"Humph!"

Qin Huairu watched until the end, when she realized that it was Gu Qiuye who covered his face and ran out, while the woman entered He Yuzhu's room.

This made her a little uneasy, how could this happen!

In order for Gu Qiuye to break them up, she told everything, and even used her son, but in the end it was such a result!

This Gu Qiuye is really useless.

well!It seems that we have to think of other ways!
After eating together, He Yuzhu was driven to his sister's hut by them as before.

He Yushui, who had enough food and drink, was already fast asleep, but Tong Jiahui couldn't fall asleep anyway.

She could clearly hear what He Yuzhu said to Gu Qiuye, knowing the man's feelings for her inevitably made her a little excited.

She really wanted to talk to someone now, and wanted to call out the rain several times, but seeing that she was sleeping so soundly, she couldn't bear to wake her up.

She simply got up from the bed, turned on the light, sat in front of the simple dresser, looked in the mirror, and whispered to herself.

She didn't know what she said, but the joy in her heart could no longer be suppressed, gushing out from every pore on her body.

"What's the noise!"

He Yushui's nonsense suddenly came from the bed, Tong Jiahui turned her head and looked over, only to see that she turned over and was still slamming her mouth at the moment.

She smiled slightly, got up and turned off the lights and walked out of the bedroom.

When she came to that simple little study room, she originally planned to come in to read some books, but found a picture frame on the table, and she picked it up curiously.

Looking at the painting in the frame, her tears flowed instantly.

This is a portrait of a character drawn with colored pencils. In the painting, she is lifelike, with arrogant eyes, slightly raised mouth corners, and a white turtleneck sweater, which is exactly how she and He Yuzhu met for the first time.

There is also a line of small characters written in the lower right corner of the painting:
"Just looking at you once, it's already determined forever."

Tears flowed down her cheeks and into her mouth, and she felt that the tears at this moment were sweet and had no bitter taste.

After putting the painting away, she walked quickly into the living room. She wanted to remove the curtain of the painting outside, because she didn't mind at all.

"what!"

The moment the curtain was pulled down, she couldn't help but exclaimed, she felt like she was about to faint, as if she drank two catties of honey in one go, it was so sweet that she couldn't breathe.

The painting has turned into a spring scene. Under the sun, butterflies are flying. A girl in a white turtleneck is smiling and sitting on the grass. A boy is sitting beside her. The boy is holding the girl's Red coat.

In the lower right corner of the painting it reads:

"The most romantic thing I can think of is growing old with you."

Tong Jiahui couldn't bear the two catties of honey. Her eyes were full of tears, and she sat on the reclining and rocking chair with a flushed face, her little heart beating thumping.

The next day, just after dawn, Tong Jiahui was busy making porridge in the kitchen with two dark circles under her eyes.

She didn't sleep all night, but at this moment, she was full of energy and didn't feel sleepy at all.

"Sister Jiahui, why did you get up so early!"

He Yushui yawned, rubbed his eyes while talking, walked out lazily, and sat on the chair, still staring in a daze, obviously not getting enough sleep.

With an apron around her waist, Tong Jiahui walked out quickly with the porridge she had cooked and put it on the table. She pinched her ears with both hands and said:
"Yu Shui, you go wash up first, and then call your brother over for dinner, and I'll heat up the steamed buns."

He Yushui didn't wake up in the first place, she couldn't help being a little stunned when she saw Tong Jiahui's appearance as a good wife and mother, and quickly rubbed her eyes, her face was full of incredible expressions.

Is this still the Tong Jiahui I know?
She can also cook?It's so easy to work?

Did I not wake up?
Dude, you made it this time.