Chapter 139

The house Chen Huihong rented to Qu Jing was at 1101, Building E, a finely decorated one-bedroom small apartment.

When Qin Huai was carrying the housewarming gift he had just bought at a nearby mall this morning and met Chen Huihong in the elevator, the two looked at each other with boxes in their arms and looked at each other in dismay.

How should I put it, they were quite in sync.

Both were air purifiers, and of the same brand.

"Sister Hong." Qin Huai broke the awkwardness first, "Why did you think of buying so many houses in the community back then?"

Qin Huai knew that Chen Huihong had many houses in the Yunzhong community, but he didn't expect the layouts to be so complete.

Chen Huihong lived in the same layout as Luo Jun, the two-bedroom apartment she rented to Qin Congwen for free was the same layout as Qin Huai's, and the one she rented to Qu Jing now was a one-bedroom apartment.

Qin Huai didn't even know there were one-bedroom houses in the community; he thought his house was the smallest layout in the community.

How did Luo Jun, the developer, design it back then? Was the concept of designing the community layouts to let everyone buy a suitable layout? Then could you lower the housing prices a bit?

"I just happened to have some spare money on hand at that time, thinking that buying a few more could be rented out for financial management later." Chen Huihong said, "Later, I encountered a few troublesome tenants and black-hearted intermediaries, so I just gave up."

"How much did you buy this air purifier for?" Chen Huihong asked.

"599."

"It's expensive; it only cost three hundred something when I hoarded them."

"Hoarded?"

"Next time someone moves and gives a gift, you take it directly from my house; there are still seven or eight in my storage room."

"Next time?"

Chen Huihong nodded calmly: "Don't I still have several houses on hand? In case the next one you unlock isn't a resident of our community, just use the old method to let them move in!"

"I think it's definitely not a resident of the community; if there were other monsters in our community, Luo Jun would have seen it long ago."

As she spoke, Chen Huihong walked out of the elevator with the air purifier, and Qin Huai followed.

Ring the doorbell.

Qu Jing opened the door. Perhaps because she was at home and the people coming were all her own, Qu Jing very rarely didn't wear a mask or gloves.

She was wearing a very homey, loose, light-colored long-sleeved and long-trouser set, her lips looked slightly bloody, much better than that day at the hospital. The skin on the back of her hands was completely exposed, and the scars were just exposed to the air like that.

The interior decoration was very Instagram-style, with a fabric sofa, light-colored curtains, a white dining table and chairs, and a vase without flowers that didn't know what purpose it served on the sideboard.

Luo Jun had already arrived, sitting on the fabric sofa watching TV, and an unopened air purifier was placed on the cabinet in the living room.

Luo Jun glanced at the air purifiers in Qin Huai and Chen Huihong's hands, and turned his head victoriously to continue watching TV.

It seemed his air purifier was more expensive.

Qu Jing took slippers for the two and said: "The food will be ready soon, I'll have to trouble you to sit in the living room for a while and watch some TV."

After speaking, Qu Jing ran into the kitchen. It could be seen that the struggle with the kitchen had entered a white-hot stage.

Qin Huai took a deep breath and didn't smell any obvious burnt smell.

It seemed Qu Jing's cooking skills were okay, at least better than Chen Huihong's.

Qin Huai sat on the sofa and glanced at the TV. Hmm, it was Luo Jun's favorite xianxia drama.

"Today's fruit in the afternoon is much better than yesterday's." As soon as Qin Huai sat down, Luo Jun spoke.

"Thanks for the compliment." Qin Huai smiled. The fruit that Zhang Zhang Shumei came to get this afternoon was made with the filling that Zheng Zheng Siyuan didn't fail, so it was naturally better than yesterday's.

"But it's still far worse than what Xiao Jiang made." Luo Jun continued, throwing a slightly disgusted look at Qin Huai, "You can't complete the side quest without knowing the specific thing, and you can't complete the side quest even if you know the specific thing."

Qin Huai:...

Did You Bifang take gunpowder today? Why did he open fire on himself as soon as he came up?

Chen Huihong smiled and smoothed things over: "I think Yunzhong Xiaoqu's current state is very good, at least she can live 8 more years!"

Qin Huai: "... Is there such a possibility that we are not at Luo Jun's house now, and Qu Jing is still in the kitchen."

"The kitchen in this house has very good soundproofing. When the door is closed and someone is cooking inside, you can't hear anything said outside." Chen Huihong said, "I think Luo Jun just doesn't want you, Xiao Qin, to see his last memory. After all, according to the normal development of the plot, the last memory should be the reason why he became what he is today."

"That's why he deliberately mocked you, telling you not to practice fruit, but to make more of the rice cakes Yunzhong Xiaoqu loves."

Luo Jun didn't speak. It seemed Chen Huihong was right.

There was a day when plant monsters also exposed You Bifang's little thoughts.

Qin Huai knew he should also say a few words to express his attitude: "Mr. Luo, don't worry, I am a person who does things with rules and regulations, taking it step by step, and doing it simultaneously is no problem."

"I will make rice cakes, and I will also practice fruit."

Luo Jun: "... Just practice it, I'll see when you can practice Xiao Jiang's technique." Luo Jun said this, and Qin Huai was a bit curious. Qin Huai leaned forward slightly, looking at Luo Jun, showing a half-smiling expression.

"I remember when I first read the mission details, I asked you what it was specifically, and you said you couldn't remember clearly. It was dough fruit but not normal dough fruit. I thought you really didn't remember at the time, but now I think you remember it very clearly."

Chen Huihong also looked at Luo Jun.

Luo Jun answered without changing his expression: "I really didn't remember at that time."

"Have you flipped through the photo album?"

This question was thrown out so suddenly that Chen Huihong and Qin Huai both paused and shook their heads.

"My family was poor when I was a child, and we didn't have money to take photos." Chen Huihong said truthfully.

"The welfare academy was poor when I was a child, and we didn't have money to take photos." Qin Huai was even more of a super big truth.

Luo Jun was choked by the two's answers and said speechlessly: "If you flip through the photo album, you will know that there are many things that may indeed be in your memory, but you can't remember them at all before opening that photo album. In your brain, there are only vague impressions and vague shadows; only when you see the photos can you recall clear pictures."

"I don't even have a photo album now; the photo album is with Qin Huai. If he doesn't flip it, how do I know what it is?"

"What photo album?" The kitchen door was pushed open by Qu Jing, and she came out with two plates of dishes and put them on the table, "Time to eat."

The three took their seats.

The dishes were very simple: a plate of stir-fried cabbage, a plate of minced meat tofu, a plate of eggplant with green beans, a plate of freshly steamed braised money legs, and a plate of soy sauce duck.

One could tell at a glance that the money legs and soy sauce duck were bought at a braised food shop.

The last one put on the table was a basin of red bean rice cake soup.

"It's a bit simple. I can't cook meat dishes, so I can only stir-fry two simple vegetable dishes, and I bought some from the braised food shop to make up the numbers. This soup is red bean rice cake soup. When I moved last time, I cooked this at home and ate it with Dean Qu. The rice cakes can't compare to the ones Qin Huai makes by hand every day; I bought them at the supermarket this noon." Qu Jing introduced the dishes embarrassedly.

"Mr. Luo, you just drink some soup and taste the flavor of the red bean rice cake soup. It's easy for elderly people to have indigestion and stomach pain if they eat glutinous rice at night."

Luo Jun looked at the red bean rice cake soup: "I don't like eating cooked rice cakes."

Chen Huihong smiled and supported: "Is this craftsmanship still called bad? It's much better than me! Yunzhong Xiaoqu, you've been busy with study and work all these years, I didn't expect you to secretly hide a good cooking skill. This stir-fried cabbage is much better than mine!"

Qu Jing served herself a bowl of red bean rice cake soup: "I don't usually cook much; I just eat at the hospital canteen and Qin Huai's snacks."

"Then it's even more convenient to move here now, just eat at Xiao Qin's canteen." Chen Huihong was worthy of being the Yunzhong Canteen propaganda ambassador.

Qin Huai also silently served himself a bowl of red bean rice cake soup.

To tell the truth, Qin Huai hadn't eaten much rice cake soup before.

The Qin family didn't have the way of cooking rice cakes in soup; they were all fried with white sugar, or baked into crispy rice cakes with sauce. A slightly more complicated one was sliced rice cakes stir-fried with eggs, which was salty.

Rice cake soup...

Maybe this dish wasn't even in Zhao Rong's recipe.

Qin Huai took a small sip of soup first.

The red bean rice cake soup Qu Jing made wasn't made by boiling soaked red beans, but by boiling red bean paste bought at the supermarket. The soup was very sweet, and after stirring, the red bean paste at the bottom could also be drunk with a sandy texture. The rice cakes were cut into small pieces; it was estimated that the rice cakes in the soup were almost melted after being cooked for a long time, and the soup also had a sticky feeling when drunk.

It was warm and very suitable for drinking in winter.

It was very homey and inexplicably suitable for this occasion.

"This soup is not bad." Qin Huai said, "Boiled with red bean paste, if it's eaten as breakfast on a winter morning, it should be very popular."

"The weather is about to turn cold soon; I have to try it in two days."

Qu Jing held the bowl, looked at the home-cooked dishes on the table, looked at the scars exposed on the back of her hands, and then looked at the other normal people.

Seeing Luo Jun, who was going to serve a small bowl of soup because everyone drank red bean rice cake soup first.

Chen Huihong, who discovered that Luo Jun secretly served two pieces of rice cake when serving soup and exposed it on the spot.

Qin Huai, who smiled and smoothed things over on the side, saying that eating two pieces was fine, and Luo Jun hadn't eaten few rice cakes before.

No one cared about her weirdness, and no one commented on her cooking skills. Everyone was really just sitting together, happily eating a meal.

This kind of scene where one didn't need to hide and could happily eat with friends was as distant as a past life for Qu Jing.

One didn't need to turn on the air conditioning in this weather, but it was actually quite hot if one wore long sleeves indoors.

Qu Jing rolled up her sleeves and picked up the bowl: "Then I will definitely patronize the canteen more in winter."

(End of chapter)