"Qin Jian, you’re really wonderful," An Hao reached out and hugged Qin Jian tightly.
In her previous life, she had been like a fighter jet, always ready to battle with others, never having experienced the sweetness of being cherished.
The love of the previous life’s Qin Jian was too profound, so deep that even she, with her blunt senses, couldn’t feel it.
Fortunately, in this life her Qin Jian was different. No, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that she influenced Qin Jian, and Qin Jian also influenced her.
"If you think I’m good, then properly make it up to me tonight." As expected, a man with too much stamina is also very troublesome.
Seven days a week, and there’s even a Sunday, couldn’t she at least have a day off?
"No way. It’s the dangerous period. We could accidentally get pregnant," An Hao whispered.
"Would having a child with me be so bad?" Qin Jian wasn’t young anymore; seeing other people’s children running all over, he too gradually began to have desires, "But, I will still respect your opinion."
Seeing the longing surging in Qin Jian’s eyes, An Hao gritted her teeth, "How about we take a gamble? We can flip a coin to decide, to see what Heaven’s will is."
"You’re joking," Qin Jian pinched her cheek, frowning, "If one day our child asks, ’Dad, how did I come into this world?’ how do you expect me to answer? ’You were the result of a bet between your mom and me?’"
"Hahaha!" An Hao couldn’t help but burst into laughter, "I’ve never discovered that you had this kind of humorous cell in you."
"That’s not serious! Not allowed!" Qin Jian refused.
"Then let’s forget it."
Qin Jian leaned over her: "An Hao, let me ask you a question."
"Have you ever heard of a birth control item called a condom?"
Seeing her choke, Qin Jian, satisfied, returned to the dining table to continue eating his unfinished meal.
So, does this mean that the problem can be completely solved?
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Li Zecheng had a meal at Qin Jian’s home and occasionally praised An Hao’s cooking skills at the office; although people’s living standards in the eighties were not particularly poor, they were not very affluent either.
Being able to eat meat was still something to be very happy about!
Especially that stuffed hot pepper dish, it truly left Li Zecheng with an unforgettable craving.
He praised the dish to the skies, making many others salivate with envy.
After work, Li Dahe came home and saw Feng Chunhua cooking, the lack of oil and salt made it quite unappetizing.
For several days in a row, Li Dahe didn’t eat at home.
One day, as a few of them were walking home to their families, Li Zecheng couldn’t hold back any longer and said to Qin Jian, "Brother Qin, we’ve known each other for a while now, right? We’ve never had a drink together. How about this, I still have a couple of bottles of good wine, why don’t we go to your place for a drink tonight?"
Qin Jian understood immediately what he meant; since Li Zecheng had prepared the wine, he was surely expecting to be provided with food.
Li Zecheng had been professing An Hao’s culinary talents all over the unit, even the regiment commander knew about it and had expressed a desire to taste An Hao’s cooking more than once.
In the sweltering heat of summer, if his little wife had to cook for so many people, how hard would that be? How much would he have to worry?
Therefore, he told the commander that An Hao was just performing exceptionally once in a while, and that her daily cooking really wasn’t that great.
It wasn’t an issue for the commander who hadn’t tasted the food, but for someone like Li Zecheng who had, saying anything would have likely been futile.
Since they had proposed coming over for drinks, it would seem rude for Qin Jian to decline any further, so he agreed.