Gu Nuan was at a loss for words and said, "You eat it."
"What should I do, I ate your chicken leg."
The tone of a little buddy was unmistakable.
Gu Nuan said, "I don’t like eating chicken legs."
"Who are you fooling? Okay then, you eat the fish, I won’t eat it anymore." Saying so, Xiao Yebai pushed the fish, of which only two-thirds remained, in front of her.
Gu Nuan had truly never coexisted with such a little buddy before. Occasionally, men who were overly naive left her completely out of her element.
"Let’s eat together, otherwise I can’t finish it," Gu Nuan had to say.
"How can that be okay? You’re too skinny, and besides, aren’t you sick and in need of nutrition? Tomorrow I’ll have Doctor Tang give you some vitamins or something."
"Do you think medicine is like a health supplement? Doesn’t it cost money?"
"I have plenty of money."
This man spoke the truth, but every true statement he made had the power to infuriate people, a fact Gu Nuan had already experienced on his Weibo account. Suddenly remembering his Weibo with tens of millions of followers, Gu Nuan asked, "Do you have a habit of posting that stuff when you have nothing else to do?"
Little did she know, the mention of Weibo made the little buddy’s face flush red with excitement, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her, "Are you following my Weibo?"
"I haven’t—" Gu Nuan denied.
"You must have seen my Weibo, otherwise you wouldn’t ask like that." While saying this, the young man named Xiao seemed very pleased, once again getting carried away, "So you were already interested in me before, why didn’t you say so earlier?"
Right then and there, Gu Nuan wished she could slap herself for having said anything to this little buddy.
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His question immediately turned Gu Nuan serious, "Are you trying to push me into the fire pit?"
His Weibo was that of a true big V—tens of millions of followers, a focal point discussed by hundreds of millions of people every day, and more importantly, his Weibo account never followed anyone. If he added her, by the next day, she would be flesh-searched by the masses.
Xiao Yebai abruptly hit the brakes, looking up at her with a teasing tilt of his eyebrows, "Don’t worry, I’ll just register another account, a regular one that nobody knows about, and follow only you."
"You can’t cover up the truth forever, Mr. Xiao," Gu Nuan said coldly, while her heart pounded unstoppably within her chest.
The little buddy across from her was having a blast, busily searching for her Weibo without even remembering to eat.
"Are you going to eat or not?" Gu Nuan had no choice but to tap his bowl with her chopsticks like a mother admonishing a child, "If you don’t eat, never again will you eat my food."
Did his wife get angry? Xiao Yebai grew somewhat frightened and quickly came back to eat.
They finished off two bowls of rice.
Gu Nuan finished her soup and helped clean up the remnants from the dining table, then led him to the kitchen, offering him a pair of dishwashing gloves, "They’re for women. You can wear them for now, I’ll buy you a bigger pair tomorrow."
"No need," he answered offhandedly, "Wearing your gloves is best; they smell like perfume."
Gu Nuan scoffed, "Yes, the scent of dishwashing liquid. Who would have thought Mr. Xiao would like dishwashing liquid so much? From now on, all dishwashing is yours."
Xiao Yebai obviously hadn’t expected her to adapt to him so quickly and start talking back. After she blocked him with that retort, he was left staring, speechless.
With her husband washing the dishes, Gu Nuan, as a wife, got some free time. Sitting in the living room, she turned on the TV and started cutting and mixing a salad with the freshly washed fruits on the coffee table.
A rare moment of leisure brought a cheerful mood to her.
This was a scenario she could never have imagined before.
When she was with Wa Zicong, he sometimes helped with the household chores but never took over the dishwashing completely.