Quenching

The steaming dumplings, some unashamedly displaying their bare bellies, sprawled out in all directions; others, enthusiastic and unrestrained, are like galloping wild horses or lazy koalas.

A plate of crooked dumplings, not a single piece of meat filling inside the dumpling wrapper.

Huang Qiaqia shook Wanli Fuguang's arm and urged him urgently.

"Hehe, hurry up and give me my phone!"

"Thump, thump, thump."

A few polite knocks came at the door, and the robot sheep ran to open it with a "tap, tap."

Wanli Fuguang turned around and went to the kitchen to make sandwiches. He also didn't understand Huang Qiaqia's breakfast combination.

Huang Qiaqia looked up and her eyes met those of Xing Songfeng and Wu Haofeng, who were carrying soft-bristled brushes, long mops, and silicone brushes.

"You've arrived."

Huang Qiaqia put down her phone with a smile, noticed Xing Songfeng's gaze, which fell suspiciously on Wanli Fuguang's apron before turning to the dumplings on the table.

Hmm? He thought... No.

Just as Xing Songfeng picked up the chopsticks with his left hand, Huang Qiaqia's face darkened, and with lightning speed, she grabbed Xing Songfeng's left hand.

Xing Songfeng glanced at Huang Qiaqia, his eyes sharp, then quickly picked up his chopsticks, flicking away the cumbersome extended scraper with his right hand.

Upon seeing this, Huang Qiaqia leaned forward, tensed his muscles, and grabbed Xing Songfeng's right hand.

Seeing that she had captured both of Xing Songfeng's hands, Huang Qiaqia smiled, looking very pleased with herself.

Xing Songfeng looked at Huang Qiaqia's smug expression, his eyes suddenly widened, and he abruptly bent down, his head touching the plate, and took a big bite of dumpling filling.

Satisfied, Xing Songfeng licked the corner of his lips with his tongue, confidently raised his eyebrows, defiantly tossed his head, glared at Huang Qiaqia, and chuckled.

"Little girl, the first meal my cousin ever cooked, the first bite I ever ate?"

Huang Qiaqia snorted softly, gritted her teeth, and forcefully shook off Xing Songfeng's two hands.

Wu Haofeng, who was standing to the side, shook his head.

childish.

Wanli Fuguang walked over with a sandwich, pushed the white porridge towards Huang Qiaqia, and said gently.

"Have some well-cooked porridge!"

Huang Qiaqia's anger turned to joy. She picked up the spoon and said with a satisfied smile.

"It's sweet and delicious."

Xing Songfeng, smug and triumphant, pulled over the chair next to Huang Qiaqia, preparing to snatch Huang Qiaqia's chopsticks and start eating, when Wanli Fuguang coldly tossed out a remark.

"Clean up the kitchen and go to the bathroom."

Xing Songfeng looked unhappy and muttered something.

"I haven't eaten?"

"Wait until Huang Qiaqia is full before you eat."

"Why should I wait for her to finish eating? I'm..."

"go away."

Wanli Fuguang raised his eyes, his gaze sharpening slightly. Xing Songfeng had no choice but to reluctantly pick up the tools from the ground and kick open the bathroom door.

Why are they being made to do the work?

"They're free."

Wanli Fuguang took Huang Qiaqia's empty bowl and filled it with another bowl of white porridge.

Wu Haofeng came over with a scouring pad to wipe the table and asked in a kind and gentle voice.

"I noticed you forgot to put your notebook in your bag. Do you want me to put it in for you?"

"No need, I bought a new laptop, and I've cleared out most of the stuff from the old one."

What did you use to clear the notebook?

"I usually use a cleaning tool to clean my laptop."

Huang Qiaqia prepared to get up and pointed to Wanli Fuguang's cane.

Wanli Fuguang took the cane and helped Huang Qiaqia stand up, asking curiously.

"Why not use a wheelchair? It's more convenient and safer. Why use crutches?"

“Brother Sheng Shanxing said that if you can use a cane, don’t use a wheelchair; if you can walk with support, try not to use a cane.”

Wu Haofeng changed to a dry cloth and wiped the dining table again.

"How did you hurt your leg? Where did you fall?"

Wanli Fuguang squeezed Huang Qiaqia's arm, signaling her not to tell Wu Haofeng about her leg.

"My new laptop hasn't arrived yet. I'll be in class soon, so I won't need it."

Huang Qiaqia slowly walked forward, leaning on his cane.

"No notebooks are needed for today's class."

Wu Haofeng put down the rag, put on his coat, and prepared to go out.

"Huang Qiaqia, wait for me in the classroom after class today. I have a meeting at the company, so I might be a little late. I'll come pick you up."

"I've arranged to meet my junior Chen Zhixing after class. Can you pick me up at Blue Ocean?"

Wu Haofeng glanced at Wanli Fuguang.

"Your legs..."

Huang Qiaqia smiled calmly at Wanli Fuguang.

"Don't worry! I'm fine."

Xing Songfeng, carrying a toilet brush, sauntered out of the bathroom.

"I'll stay with her."

Huang Qiaqia frowned slightly and reluctantly gave a reply.

"no need."

"You think I want to stay with you?"

Huang Qiaqia stood tall and spoke with righteous indignation and full of confidence.

"I can do it myself."

"If it weren't for the fact that they both had things to do today, and my cousin was worried about you, I..."

Before Xing Songfeng could finish speaking, Wu Haofeng quickly snatched the toilet brush from him and urged Huang Qiaqia to finish.

"Let's hurry up and leave! We'll be late for class."

Xing Songfeng glanced out the window, reluctantly took a step, picked up a lollipop, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The lollipop handle was thrown into the trash can. Xing Songfeng glanced at Huang Qiaqia beside him, who was still chatting enthusiastically with his junior Chen Zhixing. He yawned and looked around at the people coming and going.

Hmm? On the bench, a beautiful figure was writing furiously, engrossed in her studies. Judging from her lightly made-up face, she must be quite naive. This kind of girl from a modest family is quite nice, quite nice.

Xing Songfeng, leaning on Huang Qiaqia's cane, limped over to the girl wearing thick glasses, pointed somewhat awkwardly to the bench, and spoke gently.

"Sorry, I'm a little tired. Can I sit down for a while?"

The girl turned her head and found that the bench was covered with her study materials. She quickly and embarrassedly tidied up her things and made room for Xing Songfeng.

"Senior, I understand what you said this time."

Huang Qiaqia was very pleased with Chen Zhixing's enlightened expression.

"You're very smart! You don't need to keep calling me 'you' (formal). I'm only one year older than you, so relax."

"Huang Qiaqia, I'm twenty years old this year, how about you?"

"I'm this year...I...Let's go!"

I can't let you know I'm younger than you, otherwise, how can I act like the boss in front of you?

Huang Qiaqia chuckled and stretched out her hand. "Hmm? Where's Xing Songfeng? Hmm? Where's your walking stick?"

Huang Qiaqia's smile vanished instantly, and she looked around angrily, but Xing Songfeng was nowhere to be seen.

"Huang Qiaqia, let me help you to the side of the road so you can hail a taxi!"

"I don't want to go home, I want to go to the welcome party."

"I'll give it to you!"

"No need, you have a lot of studies to do right now, don't waste my time, go study!"

Huang Qiaqia waved with a smile.

"I want to balance work and rest, and I also want to watch the welcome party."

Chen Zhixing slowly got up and walked to Huang Qiaqia's side.

Huang Qiaqia shrugged, nodded, and sighed repeatedly.