Black Market Boss: His Beloved Wife's Lazy Life

"I'll try my best," Gao Jianguo said, taking a deep breath.

The two returned to the educated youth settlement with great anxiety.

Gao Jianguo carried a bag of newspapers directly into Shang Yanfang's room.

Seeing Shang Yanfang rushing off to make paste, Gao Jianguo pulled her into his arms.

"Yanfang, let me hold you for a while." Shang Yanfang sat on the man's lap, wanting to struggle, but heard the man's almost pleading words.

She wasn't so resistant to a man's embrace.

"Then let's hug for a while!" Shang Yanfang said.

Gao Jianguo held the little girl in his arms as if he owned the whole world.

The two hugged quietly for a while, and only after Gao Jianguo calmed down did they start pasting the newspaper together.

In just one afternoon, the two of them had covered the entire wall of the house with stickers.

After tidying up the small house, Shang Yanfang collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

Gao Jianguo wasn't very tired, but he lay down next to the little girl.

Lying on the bed, Gao Jianguo's eyes were constantly fixed on the little girl's face.

"Am I pretty?" Shang Yanfang had been resting with her eyes closed, but Gao Jianguo was staring straight at her, and she felt a little awkward asking.

"It's beautiful," Gao Jianguo said, staring at it intently.

"Um, let me cook for you today." Shang Yanfang felt flustered under his intense gaze and quickly ran away.

Gao Jianguo lay down on the little girl's kang (a heated brick bed) and slowly closed his eyes to sleep.

Shang Yanfang calmed down in the kitchen for a while, and when she wanted to ask the man what he wanted to eat for dinner, she found that he had fallen asleep.

Shang Yanfang gently draped the blanket over the man.

Then I went to the kitchen to cook.

As darkness fell, the educated youth who had gone up the mountain returned.

After distributing the food to the group, Shang Yanfang went to her room, intending to wake the sleeping man.

But upon seeing the man's peaceful sleeping face, she swallowed the words that were about to come out.

After Gao Jianguo fell asleep, his eyes were closed and his breathing was steady, making it hard to disturb him.

Looking at the portrait of the handsome man, Shang Yanfang couldn't bear to break the peaceful atmosphere surrounding him.

So she picked out a book from the large stack of books she had just bought and sat on the kang (a heated brick bed) to read it.

The two of them sat on the kang (a heated brick bed) without disturbing each other, yet keeping each other company.

After a long while, Gao Jianguo opened his sleepy eyes and felt as if he wasn't lying in his own home.

Looking around, I found the little girl engrossed in reading in a corner.

Gao Jianguo slowly approached the little girl, inhaling her faint fragrance and taking a deep breath.

"Gu, gu."

Gao Jianguo had hoped to spend as much time as possible with the little girl when he heard her stomach protest.

"You didn't eat?"

Shang Yanfang was interrupted from reading by her stomachache. She hadn't thought anything of it at first, but when she heard the man's words, she suddenly became a little shy.

"Well, I was planning to have dinner with you, but you were sleeping so soundly..." Shang Yanfang said awkwardly.

"Let's go eat now." Gao Jianguo quickly stood up, intending to carry the little girl to dinner.

"Gao Jianguo, put me down."

"Oh, okay." Gao Jianguo scratched his head sheepishly.

After the two went to the kitchen, Shang Yanfang instantly lost her appetite when she saw the food that had gone cold.

"Don't you want to eat?" Gao Jianguo looked at Shang Yanfang, who had been so eager to eat just a moment ago, but was now less enthusiastic.

"I don't want to eat this." Shang Yanfang looked at the pot of mushy soup and instantly lost her appetite.

"What would you like to eat? I'll make it for you," Gao Jianguo asked, unable to bear seeing the little girl's pitiful expression.

"I want to eat... snail rice noodles." Shang Yanfang thought for a long time before remembering a food she often ate in her past life.

"What is snail rice noodles?" Gao Jianguo felt like he had never heard of such a thing before.

"Luosifen, how do you explain that? Never mind, you don't need to worry about it. You just need to cook it for a bit." Since she had already told Gao Jianguo that she had a secret, Shang Yanfang didn't explain further.

“Okay, I’ll start the fire first.” Gao Jianguo looked at Shang Yanfang with a questioning gaze.

“Okay, go ahead and give birth. I’ll come over and cook it later.” Shang Yanfang returned to her room and took out the snail rice noodles she had stocked up on from her spatial storage.

I tore off the outermost packaging with the production date, grabbed two bags of powder and side dishes, and went back to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, the man had already lit the fire and added water to the large pot.

We're just waiting for Shang Yanfang to come over and cook.

Seeing that everything was ready except for the snail rice noodles, Shang Yanfang put all the noodles into the pot.

Once the rice noodles were cooked, Shang Yanfang added the seasonings from the noodles into the pot one by one.

Gao Jianguo watched from the side with a furrowed brow.

Looking at the perfectly packaged bag, my mind was racing with thoughts.

However, he had promised Shang Yanfang that he would keep her secret.

He silently picked up the packaged bag from the ground and put it into the fire.

The firelight flickered, obscuring his face as he seemed lost in thought.

"Alright, Gao Jianguo." While he was lost in thought, Shang Yanfang had already cooked the snail rice noodles.

"Oh, okay, it smells nice," Gao Jianguo said insincerely.

Shang Yanfang, who was preparing to serve the soup, was flattered by the man's praise.

If she heard correctly, the man said that the snail rice noodles he cooked were "quite fragrant"?

When Gao Jianguo saw that the little girl had stopped moving, he thought she was afraid of getting burned, so he took the large basin from Shang Yanfang's hand and prepared to scoop out the powder.

When he scooped up the soup with the spoon, a strong, foul odor almost made him vomit.

"Yanfang, are you sure this thing you cooked hasn't gone bad?"

"No, it's just this smell." Shang Yanfang could tell from the man's expression that he must have smelled the "fragrance" of the snail rice noodles.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have this expression.

"you sure?"

“I’m absolutely certain, this is the taste.” Gao Jianguo said, seeing Shang Yanfang’s confident expression.

The movements in his hands continued.

Shang Yanfang looked at the snail rice noodles that she hadn't eaten in a long time.

My saliva is flowing out.

Shang Yanfang held a small bowl, gazing longingly at the noodles in the large basin.

"Is it really that delicious?" Gao Jianguo looked at Shang Yanfang in disbelief.

How can there be such smelly food? Why would anyone like to eat smelly things?

Gao Jianguo placed the basin on the table, and saw that the little girl had already eagerly picked up the vermicelli and put it into her own bowl.

"Gao Jianguo, come eat with us, there's so much food," Shang Yanfang urged Gao Jianguo, who was watching the two of them from the side.

"I... I think I'll skip this for now. I'm not that hungry," Gao Jianguo explained, swallowing hard.

"Then I'll eat first," Shang Yanfang said, taking a big slurp of noodles as she spoke.