Quenching

"Hmph, what kind of boyfriend is this? I know that my sister lives there, but my boyfriend doesn't know."

Judging from the boy's clothes, Wu Haofeng guessed that his family had about two taels of silver.

Huang Qiaqia asked the boy for his opinion.

"How about we go to the barbecue restaurant in the neighborhood? They're rich, they probably won't like frozen food."

"Row."

The boy crossed his legs and continued searching through Huang Qiaqia's phone for his own photos.

"Is it okay if you two eat at a regular barbecue restaurant near the neighborhood?"

Huang Qiaqia's question made Wanli Fuguang and Wu Haofeng feel like they were outsiders.

"Okay. How do I get there?"

Wu Haofeng stretched out his hand, ready to ask for the phone's navigation.

"I'll tell you, go straight, turn left and it's 600 meters away."

The boy clearly seemed to know the way very well.

Huang Qiaqia nodded repeatedly, her eyes almost closed.

"Call the barbecue restaurant first to make a reservation, and we'll be there in a bit and we can start eating right away."

"Just go straight there."

The boy, somewhat impatient, leaned closer to Huang Qiaqia.

At the entrance of the barbecue restaurant in the neighborhood, Huang Qiaqia frowned, sighed, and lowered her round head. It was closed today.

"Let's go home and eat!"

The boy stepped forward, his arm still habitually draped over Huang Qiaqia's shoulder.

Despite yawning incessantly, Huang Qiaqia still forced open her eyelids without any apparent concern, shook her head, probably afraid of falling asleep while walking.

"Let's find a better restaurant! I'm afraid they won't like the frozen food we have at home."

"Go home first!"

The boy forcibly put his arm around Huang Qiaqia's neck, and Huang Qiaqia had no choice but to follow him.

Wanli Fuguang watched as the boy, less than fifteen meters away, intimately embraced his girlfriend's neck, and asked Wu Haofeng with a sour expression.

"Huang Qiaqia always maintains a safe distance from men. Where did this little boy come from, and why is he so intimate with her?"

Wu Haofeng frowned, looking puzzled, and added fuel to the fire with a comment.

"There's another home you don't know about."

A hint of displeasure flashed in Wanli Fuguang's eyes. He glared at Wu Haofeng and quickly followed the two men.

Wu Haofeng happily took his hands out of his pockets, feeling that it was really warm tonight.

Wanli Fuguang, dressed as a clown, followed the boy and Huang Qiaqia into the residential area.

"Are you back?"

As soon as the elevator arrived, a middle-aged couple looked at them. The boy put his arm around Huang Qiaqia's shoulder, and without any surprise, he said "you guys."

"We went to do volunteer work. By the way, uncles and aunties, let me introduce you. This is my boyfriend, Wanli Fuguang. He's playing the clown today, and this is his friend, Wu Haofeng."

The middle-aged couple looked at the handsome and tall Wanli Fuguang, whose two deep eyebrows were slightly furrowed above his dark eyes, like a lush grove of green trees reaching into the clouds, with a layer of silver needle-like snow covering the mountaintop.

With his delicate features, Wu Haofeng exuded an unspoken joy amidst his refined and handsome appearance.

The older woman took out the older man's phone.

"Huang Qiaqia, I can't hear your uncle's phone ringing again."

Huang Qiaqia tilted her little head up and glared at the uncle.

"Didn't I bring up the 'Most Dazzling Ethnic Style' app last time? Why is it gone again? Uncle, did you click on some random free gift links again?"

Wanli Fuguang and Wu Haofeng were about to remind Huang Qiaqia that it was a bit impolite, but when they realized that the uncle seemed to take Huang Qiaqia's attitude for granted, they chuckled sheepishly.

They seem to know each other well; the way the uncle and aunt looked at Huang Qiaqia was more like parents looking at their own daughter.

"Huang Qiaqia, have you eaten yet?"

The older woman also took out her phone and asked Huang Qiaqia to download more emojis for her.

Huang Qiaqia answered casually while downloading emojis.

"No, we're planning to order takeout later."

"We have dumplings at home, I'll make some for you."

The man put his phone away; the ringtone was much louder. He was cooking in the kitchen, and if he put the phone in the bedroom, it would probably be audible.

The boy pointed to Wanli Fuguang and Wu Haofeng.

"No need, they're not used to the food there, they want something fancy."

Wanli Fuguang and Wu Haofeng both raised their eyebrows; this was blatant provocation.

The uncle then asked Huang Qiaqia and the boy.

"And what about you two? Shrimp and chives?"

Huang Qiaqia glanced at the boy.

"Let's have dumplings, you can order takeout for the other two!"

The boy put his arm around Huang Qiaqia's neck and was the first to step out of the elevator.

"Okay, I'll come pick up the dumplings in a bit."

The middle-aged man and woman also came down the elevator. There were two households on each floor, and the middle-aged man and woman lived across from Huang Qiaqia.

Wu Haofeng and Wanli Fuguang entered the house, a clean and tidy house with two bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom, and an open kitchen, estimated to be less than 200 square meters.

"Come on, change your shoes."

The boy took out two pairs of disposable slippers from the shoe cabinet, as if this were his own home. This sense of familiarity made Wu Haofeng feel more and more that this was not what he had understood.

"Could you take the tablet on the coffee table to the uncle? I've already downloaded all the games for him."

"Sis, didn't you say last time that you didn't like the new soy sauce? I'll take it with me!"

The boy skillfully went to the kitchen and got some soy sauce.

Wu Haofeng seized the opportunity to interject.

"It's been opened, isn't it inappropriate to give it away?"

"It's alright. The uncles and aunties are just like us, not rich, we don't mind."

The boy walked past the two people and headed towards the opposite door.

"What would you like to eat? Should I order some from my private chef? Or should we order from the restaurant?"

Huang Qiaqia held up his phone, his unfamiliarity in seeking opinions made Wanli Fuguang increasingly uncomfortable.

The boy, carrying his lunchbox, walked towards the restaurant.

"Oh, don't worry about it. Let them order. Come and eat."

"you……"

Huang Qiaqia glanced at the steaming dumplings and didn't want to look away.

"Together?"

Before Huang Qiaqia could arrive, Wanli Fuguang strode quickly to the kitchen, grabbed chopsticks, and began eating dumplings on his own.

The boy raised an eyebrow slightly and said something.

"Is it enough for so many people to eat?"

Instead, he got up and went to the refrigerator to find a frozen pizza.

"Sis, where's the pizza?"

"Is it gone? Did the housekeeper take it when she was cleaning the house?"

The boy raised his voice.

"These dumplings aren't enough for four people?"

Huang Qiaqia then handed her phone to the boy.

"What would you like to eat? Order for yourself?"

"Sis, don't you love Dongpo pork? Look at this shredded pork with garlic sauce, it's pretty good too."

"Don't order anything too oily, I don't eat that."

The boy glanced at Wanli Fuguang.

"Sis, you're afraid of gaining weight, afraid your boyfriend won't want you anymore."

"No, it has nothing to do with him. Change your salad."

Huang Qiaqia leaned closer, and the boy casually put his arm around Huang Qiaqia's shoulder, which Huang Qiaqia clearly didn't care about.

"Didn't you start losing weight after you fell in love? You even had a little belly before that."

The boy reached out and grabbed a handful of flesh from Huang Qiaqia's belly.

Huang Qiaqia pushed the boy's hand away and stared at her phone.

"Don't make trouble."

The boy raised an eyebrow at Wanli Fuguang.

"It's not like I haven't touched it before, does your boyfriend mind?"