PDLP Chapter 23 Su Qingge laughed: Husband, tonight you can sleep next to the bed.
Chapter 23 Su Qingge laughed: Husband, tonight you can sleep next to the bed.
"Granted?"
To Lin Zhou, those two words sounded even better than an imperial edict.
Like a child who had just received candy, he followed Su Qingge into the house with great enthusiasm, and even closed the rickety wooden door tightly behind him.
Inside, the dim light cast long shadows on the walls, overlapping each other and creating a strangely warm atmosphere.
Nuonuo was already fast asleep, and the little one occupied the center of the bed in a starfish shape, making the already cramped space even more fragmented.
Su Qingge sat on the edge of the bed, untying her hair while glancing, seemingly unintentionally, at the man behind her through the slightly mottled mirror in front of her.
"Lin Zhou".
She suddenly spoke, her voice soft and unreadable, "What you just said to Chu Yuwei...were you sincere?"
Lin Zhou paused in his hand as he was making the quilt.
He looked up and met a pair of probing eyes in the mirror. Although much of the frost in them had melted, a hint of unease and probing still lingered.
After all, she was my "white moonlight" for seven years. How could I forget her so easily?
She feared that this was just Lin Zhou's momentary impulse, or a tactic of retreating to advance.
"Honey, this isn't fun at all."
Lin Zhou sighed, walked behind her, placed his hands on the back of the chair, and looked at himself in the mirror:
"I really roasted her like that, how could it be fake? Besides, if I still cared about her, would I have given you a foot massage? Would I have stood up to the director for you?"
"Whether it was seven years ago or seven years later, my household registration book says 'Su Qingge' in the spouse column, not some random cat or dog."
This statement is not sentimental; in fact, it's rather blunt and straightforward.
But after hearing this, Su Qingge couldn't help but raise a slight smile at the corners of her mouth.
In that instant, it felt as if spring had filled the room.
[Ding! Wife's mood index has increased, happiness points +200!]
The system notification sounds are simply the most wonderful background music.
"Alright, stop being so cheeky."
Su Qingge stood up, casually brushing her hair aside, and pointed to a small area on the outside of the bed, about the width of a palm:
"Considering your decent performance today and that you distanced yourself from the 'green tea' type... I'll allow you to move in a bit more tonight."
She stretched out her long, slender fingers, gesturing to indicate a length:
"Ten centimeters. No more than that."
"Yes, Your Majesty! Thank you for your great kindness!"
Lin Zhou exaggeratedly cupped his hands in greeting, looking like he had gotten a great deal.
Although it's only ten centimeters, it's a historic leap forward!
That night, the dilapidated house was unusually quiet.
The chirping of insects outside the window rose and fell, like a lullaby from nature.
Lin Zhou lay on his "bestowed" ten-centimeter territory, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from his pillow, and pondered his plans for tomorrow. He hadn't fully utilized the "god-level cooking skills" the system had given him yet; he needed to find an opportunity to rack up another wave of astonishment points tomorrow.
Just then, the breathing around me gradually became even and long.
He turned his head to the side.
By the moonlight, Su Qingge's sleeping face was close at hand. Having shed her aloofness and defensiveness from the daytime, she looked exceptionally gentle now, her eyelashes like two small fans casting shadows on her eyelids.
"Foolish woman."
Lin Zhou chuckled softly, pulled the blanket closer to her, and then closed his eyes contentedly.
……
The next morning.
The tranquility of Peach Blossom Village was shattered by a shrill broadcast.
"Good morning, parents! A wonderful day has begun. Please gather quickly at the threshing ground!"
Yan Min, that devilish director, had a voice that sounded incredibly irritating, even through a loudspeaker.
Lin Zhou opened his eyes groggily and found that the person next to him was now empty.
Su Qingge was sitting by the window putting on makeup, the sunlight shining on her, making her look like a painting. Nuonuo was still fast asleep, a trace of drool hanging from the corner of her mouth.
"You're awake? Hurry up, I heard we're going to be fighting for ingredients today."
Su Qingge glanced at him through the mirror. Although her tone was calm, it was clear that she was more familiar with him than yesterday. "Lu Ming next door starts practicing his singing at five o'clock. It's giving me a headache."
Lin Zhou yawned and listened intently.
really.
From the small villa next door, a series of "ee-ee-ya-ya" vocal exercises could be heard, occasionally mixed with the sound of a violin sawing wood.
Not only Lu Ming, but Wang Lei from room number two was leading his son in chanting slogans and doing morning exercises in the yard, while Chen Kai from room number three was playing guitar and belting out rock music.
Of all the houses in Peach Blossom Village, their No. 4 house was the quietest, a breath of fresh air in the world of "letting things slide".
"Don't these people ever sleep?"
Lin Zhou scratched his hair speechlessly, then got out of bed.
Half an hour later, at the grain drying ground.
The four families reunited.
After a night of rest, everyone was much more refreshed. Especially Lu Ming, whose hair was combed so neatly that even a fly would have to do the splits, and he was carrying a violin that looked incredibly expensive, exuding an air of "I'm going to outshine everyone."
Yan Min stood smiling on the high platform, pointing to the dazzling array of ingredients on the long table behind her:
"Breakfast and lunch are here today. There's Australian lobster, premium abalone, and of course, steamed buns and pickled vegetables."
Want to eat well? It's easy!
"Today's theme is 'Talent Showdown'! Each dad can showcase one talent, and the villagers here and the viewers in the live stream will vote. The dad with the most votes will be chosen first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Ming eagerly stepped forward.
"Director, let me play a piece on the violin for everyone. It's a song from my new album."
After saying that, he set up his violin and played a piece with effortless grace. Although it sounded a bit like showing off to Lin Zhou, it was undeniably impressive. The villagers present had never seen anything like it before, and they were all dumbfounded, applauding enthusiastically.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Kai picked up his guitar and played a classic rock song, bringing the atmosphere to a climax.
Although Wang Lei doesn't play any musical instruments, he and his son performed a set of military-style boxing, which was so impressive and hard-hitting that it got the audience's blood pumping.
Finally, everyone's eyes fell on Lin Zhou.
The comments section was filled with mockery:
"Oh no, the gigolo is about to show his true colors again."
"What can he do? Live off a woman? Or is he good at making people angry?"
"I guess all they can do is 'sleeping on stage'?"
Su Qingge was also a little nervous. She quietly tugged at Lin Zhou's sleeve and whispered:
"What can you do? If you really can't, I can sing you a song. Anyway, the rules don't say that family members can't help."
She was genuinely afraid that Lin Zhou would lose face, after all, the previous few were all too strong.
"Need not."
Lin Zhou patted the back of her hand and gave her a reassuring look. "Singing and dancing are for you celebrities. I'm a stay-at-home dad, so I need to do something down-to-earth."
After speaking, he did not walk to the microphone in the center of the stage, amidst everyone's puzzled gazes.
Instead, he went straight to the long table next to where the ingredients were laid out.
There, on the ground, was a piece of freshly delivered, still steaming, half a pork carcass, and a cleaver that looked somewhat dull.
Yan Min was stunned: "Lin Zhou, what are you doing?"
Lin Zhou picked up the kitchen knife with one hand, weighed it in his hand, and a confident yet arrogant smile appeared on his lips:
"It's a talent show."
"They play the piano and violin; that's art."
"I'll show you something even more sophisticated—slaughtering a pig."