PDLP Chapter 3 New House
Chapter 3 New House
"Snap!"
The official seal was stamped on the newly taken red-background photo, and the marriage was officially off. Now it was time to apply for housing allocation at the factory.
"How are you feeling?"
Jiang Cheng looked at the marriage certificate in the sunlight. He used to peek at his parents' photos, and this was the first time he had seen his own picture on the marriage certificate.
In the photo, he's grinning happily, while Zheng Yanxi next to him has a cold face and isn't even touching his head, looking cute with a cold expression.
Jiang Cheng handed it to her: "Want to take a look?"
Zheng Yanxi didn't take it, but slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out: "Let's go, there are very few housing units available at the factory, we need to hurry."
"Virtue!"
Jiang Cheng smiled and followed them out.
Upon arriving at the factory's housing management office, to make things more convincing, Jiang Cheng deliberately took Zheng Yanxi's hand and walked into the office together, handing the marriage certificate to the head of the housing management department.
"Hey! Jiang Cheng's here!"
The head of the housing management department is a woman in her thirties. Don't get me wrong, Jiang Cheng has never eaten with her before. Aunt Liang is Huang Deqing's wife. Jiang Cheng has eaten at his house several times and they have known each other for a long time.
"What brings you here?"
Aunt Liang had just started a conversation when she was presented with a bright red marriage certificate, and her eyes widened in surprise.
"Jiang Cheng, you're married? Why didn't you tell your master? And to whom?"
"With Xiao Zheng."
Jiang Cheng pulled Zheng Yanxi in front of him and said with a smile, "She's my wife from now on."
"Huh? Ah... Little Zheng..."
A flicker of surprise crossed Aunt Liang's face, but she forced a smile: "Why so suddenly? Aren't you going to think about it again?"
That sounded a bit impolite. The couple had just gotten married; how could anyone come up to them and tell them to think it over again? Jiang Cheng glanced back at them; their expression remained unchanged, suggesting they were used to this treatment.
"I'm just afraid my master won't agree."
Jiang Cheng said frankly, "Master's wife, please sign it for me. Zheng Yanxi and I are truly in love. If you don't believe me, I'll have Zheng kiss me right now."
Aunt Liang hesitated for a moment before signing the bill, then gave an awkward smile.
If Old Huang doesn't agree, and I sign it for Xiao Jiang, he'll definitely scold me... Aunt Liang's mind was in turmoil. She raised her eyebrows and looked at the two young people, who looked really well-matched.
Jiang Cheng was able to thrive in the factory because of his good looks, while Zheng Yanxi was known as the factory's most beautiful girl.
Jiang Cheng realized that his master's wife was against it and was really going to show him what she was capable of. So he gritted his teeth, turned around, and kissed Zheng Yanxi on the lips.
Hmm~ It's quite soft and cool.
"Oh my god!"
Aunt Liang had never seen anything like this before. She was fine in private, but this was in the office!
If you kiss in the office today, what will you do in the office tomorrow?
"Sign, sign, sign, I'll sign it for you, okay?"
Aunt Liang quickly pulled out a form: "Chengzi, there are few available housing units in the factory now, and even fewer large ones. I'll give you the largest one we have, 67 square meters. You should go now, hurry up, it's not good to be here..."
"Thank you, Aunt Liang!"
Jiang Cheng chuckled, took the order and keys, and nudged Zheng Yanxi's Aunt Liang: "Hurry up and say thank you!"
"oh!"
Zheng Yanxi seemed to snap out of a daze, and bowed politely, saying, "Thank you, Aunt Liang."
The two left together, and Aunt Liang sighed heavily, "Such a good little girl, why is she so unlucky?"
......
The house is located very close to the factory area, only a ten-minute walk away. It's on the fourth floor, accessible by stairs.
Upon opening the door, a small living room came into view.
Sunlight streamed gently in through the window, and dust motes dotted the air.
On the left side of the living room is an old-fashioned canvas sofa covered with a dark green slipcover. Opposite the sofa is a small coffee table. There is no television; televisions didn't exist back then.
The kitchen is on the left as you enter. It's not very big, just enough for two people to cook together.
The bedroom is at the far right of the living room. Jiang Cheng went in and took a look. There was only a bed frame and a bedside table. The bed was bare. It seemed he would have to buy a mattress later.
"This is our home."
Jiang Cheng smiled and said, "How is it? Not bad, right?"
Zheng Yanxi nodded slightly: "I like it."
"If you like it, that's fine."
Jiang Cheng hummed in agreement: "I only took one day off. We need to clean up the house today, then use our cloth coupons to buy a four-pound quilt, and get some furniture. Do you want the four-pound or six-pound quilt?"
"I'll listen to you."
Zheng Yanxi stayed home to clean, while Jiang Cheng took all the family's assets to the supply and marketing cooperative.
I bought a pork tenderloin for Huang Deqing yesterday, and I still have 65 yuan left, which is more than enough.
Jiang Cheng went on a shopping spree, carrying a washbasin, an iron pot, bedding, and some vegetables and seasonings, returning to his new home with a heavy load.
When I opened the door again, the pungent smell of dust was gone, replaced by a fresh, soapy scent.
"You're back?"
Zheng Yanxi peeked out of the bedroom. She had her hair tied in a ponytail, and her bangs on both sides of her forehead were soaked with sweat. Her pale skin stood out in the dim room.
"Okay, help me with these things, I'll clean up, you go cook."
Jiang Cheng said.
He casually took the mop from Zheng Yanxi's hand, but Zheng Yanxi didn't move and gave him a strange look.
Zheng Yanxi stood there awkwardly, looking embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I can't cook."
Jiang Cheng was taken aback. Are there still women who can't cook these days?
But considering Zheng Yanxi's family background—her father is a professor and her mother is a doctor—it's no wonder she can't cook.
This might be the first time they've ever cleaned a house.
"I'll cook today."
Jiang Cheng handed the mop back to her: "But you have to learn, the cafeteria food is awful."
Zheng Yanxi was silent for a moment, then sighed softly: "I will learn."
Jiang Cheng can cook. He studied for his doctorate in Beijing for five years. Ordering takeout was too expensive, which forced him to develop his culinary skills.
Soon, Jiang Cheng prepared four side dishes: stir-fried shredded pork with green peppers, dried tofu with chili peppers, braised pork, and a "tiger salad".
When they came out, the room had been cleaned spotless; Zheng Yanxi had cleaned it very thoroughly.
When the food was served, Jiang Cheng noticed a bottle of red wine on the table.
"Did you bring this?"
Jiang Cheng smiled and said, "It's imported. Do you really like drinking red wine?"
Zheng Yanxi's face turned bright red: "Mmm."
Jiang Cheng understood; this was prepared for tonight.
He and Zheng Yanxi had no emotional foundation whatsoever; their only goal was to get separate rooms, so they needed some external stimulation to make it happen.
Jiang Cheng didn't point it out.
After several rounds of drinks...
Jiang Cheng had a higher alcohol tolerance, so he drank a little more baijiu, while Zheng Yanxi was already quite drunk.
It's almost time.
Jiang Cheng gently carried Zheng Yanxi to the bed, and suddenly their bodies were exposed.
"Zheng Yanxi, why me?"
"Because I want to find someone I find pleasing to the eye."
……
The next day, Jiang Cheng woke up feeling refreshed.
Looking at Zheng Yanxi sleeping soundly and the red stain on the bed, Jiang Cheng thought he should ask her for another day off.
After a quick wash, Jiang Cheng went to the machine repair workshop, only to find it empty. The rolling mill was gone; it seemed to have been sent to the rolling mill for use.
Just as I was about to go over and take a look, a deafening sound suddenly came from not far away.
Jiang Cheng's expression changed; it seemed that there was a problem with the imported rolling mill!
……