Chapter 265: 265

265 "Come out, I promise I'll only punch you twice."

After breakfast, Tushan Jiu's stomach felt comfortable.

Then she started pulling Xie Shiyu to pack their luggage.

After packing, she made a hand seal, and several suitcases vanished instantly.

Moreover, Tushan Jiu was still thinking about having to settle the gift accounts; she put the ledger away as well, in case she encountered overcast rain when she went out, then she could settle the gift accounts for fun.

Of course, mainly because Xie Shiyu still needed to keep his own account book.

This is serious business!

At this point the convenience of having a storage bracelet showed up—you could bring anything useful or not, and it wasn't a hassle.

More importantly, Tushan Jiu didn't worry at all about losing or breaking the bracelet, for it was powered by the City God's divine power; even a strike from a thousand-year-old vicious ghost would cause no problem.

Thinking of divine power, Tushan Jiu suddenly remembered something.

That is, when she infused the bracelet with divine power, there was still some left unused; she could pour it into the ghost-head blade!

That way, her ancestral ghost-head blade would be even more formidable!

However, this process wasn't that easy; it would take time, at least about a week.

She thought it over and decided to wait until after she and Xie Shiyu finished their honeymoon and returned.

This time going abroad, Tushan Jiu actually had another plan.

After the previous "Ghost Ship" incident, she had already kept this decision in mind.

That is, during her and Xie Shiyu's around-the-world trip, wherever they went she would summon spirits at any time, bringing back as many as she could, so they could return to their homeland and fallen leaves return to their roots.

Xie Shiyu would support her no matter what she decided, especially since this was such a meaningful endeavor.

Thus, after making ample preparations, they boarded a plane the next day to depart on their honeymoon.

As soon as Tushan Jiu left, Maomao and the others immediately got a string of several cases.

Wang Dongqing's "expectation" also came true; together with the neighboring city they conducted a joint operation and captured a thousand-year-old vicious ghost, battling it for an entire day and night.

Now he could also be considered to have gotten his wish.

The next day, exhausted, he came home and flopped onto the sofa, not wanting to move, and shouted loudly: "Maomao, I'm going to cook noodles later—how many fried eggs do you want?"

Maomao was fine, though; her home had been severely flooded, the floor and everything were ruined and needed renovation, so she was still staying at Wang Dongqing's place.

She had a habit: after coming home she must bathe and change clothes, a habit formed from her previous work at the funeral home.

Hearing Wang Dongqing say he would cook noodles for her, she replied, "One fried egg."

After saying that, she added, "Go easy on the soy sauce!"

"......" Wang Dongqing replied, "Got it, got it!"

He crawled up from the sofa to go cook for Maomao.

After Maomao took a shower and changed clothes, his noodles were just done.

On the table there were two bowls of noodles, one large, one small.

In the small bowl there was a fried egg placed on top; the large bowl had none.

Wang Dongqing came over with chopsticks and a spoon, pushed the small bowl with the fried egg toward her, saying, "We only have one egg left at home; I forgot to buy more, I'll have to go out again later."

The first thing Maomao did with her chopsticks was to pick up the egg and put it in his bowl, saying, "You love eggs the most, don't you? Here, eat it—I don't mind whether I eat or not."

When they were little, they used to fight over the last egg, sitting on the floor and wailing.

Because Wang Dongqing especially loves eggs—fried, stir-fried, boiled—any egg will do.

He used to joke that you could take anything from him, but you couldn't take his eggs!

She still remembered that back then she was practically speechless, only more speechless.

Wang Dongqing put the fried egg back and gave it to Maomao, saying, "You're not someone else—my egg is your egg, your egg is my......"

He trailed off mid-sentence, thinking, "How does this sound a bit uncivilized?"

"Oh well, anyway, you're not a stranger—I can share my eggs with you."

Maomao nodded, "Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony—thanks."

She sat down and began eating the noodles.

But Wang Dongqing paused, chewing over what he'd just said, feeling like he was about to get beaten.

But the words had already slipped out without thinking—what to do?

So, taking advantage of Maomao's reflex delay, he took his bowl of noodles to the kitchen and bolted the sliding door.

He thought, "Choosing a sliding door with a lock for the kitchen back then was truly a wise decision."

Sure enough, before he had eaten even half his noodles, the glass door was knocked on twice with a bang.

Maomao: "Come out, I promise I'll only hit you twice."

Wang Dongqing: "No!"

Maomao clicked her tongue, "Are you coming out or not?"

Hearing her impatient tone, Wang Dongqing hurriedly explained from the heart: "I just won't, Sis Maomao—I really just blurted it out; you, as an adult, shouldn't hold a petty person's mistake against him—what if I just left my brain at the office, would that work?"

Maomao was silent for two seconds: "Tomorrow I have nothing to do—help me move."

Wang Dongqing froze for a moment, then hurriedly pulled open the sliding door.

And then two minutes later, he happily gained two black eyes.

After the beating, Wang Dongqing also brought his bowl of noodles back to the table.

"Slurp slurp"

"What do you want to eat tomorrow? I'll make it for you, or we could have hot pot?" Wang Dongqing asked her.

Maomao eats slowly, chewing each mouthful for a long time before swallowing; after she swallowed, she said, "Okay, after moving tomorrow I'll treat you to a meal out—thanks for putting me up this while."

Wang Dongqing nearly choked, "Cough cough cough—no, Sis Maomao, you weren't just trying to trick me into coming out, were you?"

Maomao looked up at him, giving him a "you think I'm lying to you" look.

Wang Dongqing stared at her in silence for a moment, then irritably scratched the back of his head, "You don't need to air it out? Moving in right after renovation isn't healthy."

Maomao slurped a mouthful of noodles, "I'm using eco-friendly materials."

Wang Dongqing spoke with a hint of impatience he himself hadn't noticed.

These days, eco-friendly materials aren't necessarily reliable either; I think you should still do a formaldehyde test. That requires sealing the house for a few days beforehand—closing all doors and windows—to let the formaldehyde fully release, then testing it. If it fails, you'd still need to air it out, at least for half a year, then test again after that half year. If it still fails...

Maomao paused mid-slurp, then wondered, "Is that really necessary? But the worker who did my renovation said he already aired it out for a week—isn't that enough?"

Wang Dongqing: "Not enough—one week is nowhere near enough. Leave this to me; I have experience. You can stay at my place for now, and move in after I finish fixing up your apartment."

Maomao had no doubts about him, her eyes full of gratitude as she looked at Wang Dongqing, "Mm, okay, I'll leave it to you. Thanks, and sorry for the trouble."

Wang Dongqing averted his gaze, lowered his head to eat the noodles in his bowl, his voice dropping a bit: "Why be polite with me..."

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony. How about we have hot pot tomorrow? I'll go with you to the supermarket to buy groceries in a bit," Maomao said while eating.

Wang Dongqing didn't respond, his thoughts drifting.

Maomao lifted her head to look at him, waving her hand twice in front of him: "I'm talking to you."

Wang Dongqing snapped back, "Huh? What did you say?"

"I said let's go to the supermarket together to buy groceries, and have hot pot tomorrow."

"Ah, okay, good, let's eat; after we finish we'll go."

Maomao gave him a doubtful glance, feeling he'd been a bit odd ever since he finished talking about moving.

But she didn't think much of it, and continued eating the noodles in front of her.