Chapter 398: First Cooking in the New Home

The next day, Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao contacted the two landlords given by Senior Sister Zhang Xiaohe.

Two apartments: one located in Jianqiao, a one-bedroom apartment, with similar distances to MIT and Harvard Business School.

The second one was located in Allston, on the west side of Boston, a one-bedroom room.

After comparison, the two chose the second house.

The rent was 200 USD more expensive, but the environment was quiet, located by the Charles River.

Moreover, Harvard University's headquarters is in Jianqiao, Boston, but the Medical School and Business School are located differently from the headquarters, in downtown Boston.

Xu Qingzhou didn't care; it didn't matter for a big boy to take the subway a bit more every day. It would be much more convenient for Song Yao; the distance from the residence to Harvard Business School was similar to the distance from Yandong Garden to Jingda.

2,300 USD per month.

The landlord was a warm-hearted old lady.

The room was on the 6th floor, which was considered expensive in this area, but the furniture was relatively new, and there was a large balcony that both of them liked very much. Standing on the balcony, one could see the Charles River and Jianqiao in the distance.

After signing the contract.

The two moved their luggage in the morning. The suitcases were mostly clothes, and there was also a set of clean bed sheets and quilt covers. Daily necessities needed to be bought on the spot.

After putting away the suitcases, they went out to buy things.

By the time the sun set, they had finished the room, and Xu Qingzhou was so tired that he collapsed on the sofa, spread-eagled.

"Finally done."

He mopped the floor twice and wiped all the tables and chairs. After adding some pots, pans, and bowls, and setting them up, the home finally had a bit of human atmosphere.

Song Yao came out with a few dirty clothes and threw them into the laundry basket. "You can't even handle moving a little bit."

"I moved all the things."

Xu Qingzhou said gloomily.

Since this girl got a boyfriend, she had turned into a weak little girl.

In the corner, although Er Miao had regained some spirit, it was not yet familiar with the new environment and didn't wander around like it did in Yandong Garden, but was scratching at its new nest.

The overall area of the room was 20 square meters less than 505 in Yandong Garden, but the living room was not much smaller, more than enough for two people to live.

Song Yao returned to the bedroom to tidy up the clothes on the bed and then walked over to squeeze on the sofa with Xu Qingzhou to rest.

The originally desolate house, after being tidied up like this, immediately had a living atmosphere.

Sure enough, only what you decorate yourself has the feeling of a home.

"Arriving at a new residence for the first time, shouldn't we do something exciting?"

Xu Qingzhou poked Song Yao's arm; she was wearing a small white camisole at home.

Song Yao turned to look at Xu Qingzhou and bit her lip: "Come on then."

"Just on the sofa?" Xu Qingzhou asked.

Song Yao nodded: "Right here."

Xu Qingzhou was overjoyed and pounced over, but Song Yao was prepared, nimbly dodging and flipping her body to press down on Xu Qingzhou.

"..."

"You on top... that's not impossible either." Xu Qingzhou's hands were pressed by Song Yao, and he gave up struggling.

Song Yao narrowed her eyes, pressed Xu Qingzhou's hands together, pulled out one hand, and her index finger slid across Xu Qingzhou's chest, slowly moving downward...

Xu Qingzhou was distracted, gasping for air, "You're getting better and better at this."

Song Yao didn't speak.

Xu Qingzhou was narrowing his eyes and enjoying it when a sharp pain suddenly came from his thigh.

"*Hiss~* It hurts!"

"Pah, pervert." Song Yao gave this guy a claw on his thigh. After teaching her boyfriend a lesson, she climbed up angrily and despised him: "Thinking about strange things all day long."

"Food and sex are human nature." Xu Qingzhou rubbed his thigh and retorted. Fortunately, School Beauty Song was holding back her strength.

Song Yao ignored him, pushed open the window, and walked out.

In the evening, the sunset hung on the skyline, dyeing a few clouds red. The orange-yellow warm light spilled onto the earth. Old men walking dogs, young people running, couples on dates, and students setting up easels to paint...

There was no hustle and bustle of high-rise buildings and traffic jams. "*Hoo~*"

Song Yao lay on the railing, looking at the scenery outside, and let out a soft breath.

"Are you homesick?" Xu Qingzhou walked to the balcony and stood side by side with Song Yao.

"No..." Song Yao shook her head.

Xu Qingzhou groped to hold Song Yao's small hand, his gaze gradually drifting away. The scenery in the distance was quiet and peaceful, but... even someone like him who had lived abroad for many years was prone to melancholy.

No matter how good it is here, it's not home.

Song Yao leaned her head over, rested it on Xu Qingzhou's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "I do want to go home."

"Then call home in a while." Xu Qingzhou hugged School Beauty Song. It was different from Jingda here; in a foreign land, one could only occasionally run into a few Asian faces on the street.

"Mmm."

"You still have me. No matter when, I will accompany you, or... if you are really depressed, just beat me up to distract yourself?" Xu Qingzhou gave Song Yao an idea.

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"Xu Qingzhou, you really are a pervert."

Although Song Yao was scolding, her willow eyebrows relaxed, and she was very happy in her heart. It was still better to have a boyfriend. If she was really like what she said before, not falling in love...

Being alone was too terrible.

Xu Qingzhou sniffed Song Yao's neck. He had smelled it countless times, but he couldn't help it every time. "Are you adapting well today?"

"Professor Morton likes me very much and praised me several times."

Song Yao felt her neck was a bit itchy and pushed this person away. She really doubted whether this guy was a dog; he liked to sniff around for no reason, not knowing what was so good to smell.

"It's not easy for this old lady to praise people."

Song Yao said: "I helped do a financial analysis for the company. Of course, it's mainly because I look good and I'm relatively excellent."

"..."

"Be humble."

"Learned it from you."

Xu Qingzhou said sincerely: "You should learn something good from me, like liking to do some exciting things."

"You still want excitement?" Song Yao raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

"Forget it then."

Standing on the balcony for a while, seeing that it was getting late, Xu Qingzhou pinched Song Yao's hand and asked: "Eat out or cook?"

Song Yao pondered: "Cook. I've searched, and there's a supermarket two streets away from us that has Xia Nation ingredients."

There are many specialty supermarkets for Xia Nation ingredients abroad, where one can buy basic ingredients.

Go out, buy groceries.

At 7:00 PM, when the sky was dark, the two were already sitting at the dining table. Three dishes and one soup, quite sumptuous.

Night had fallen, and calls from Wang Xiaping and Zhang Junli came one after another.

Both parents said about the same thing, urging them to pay attention to safety, especially at night.

Mom also emphasized repeatedly not to bully Song Yao... Xu Qingzhou was speechless; who was bullying whom?

The first two days of renting the house passed in decorating and tidying up.

Starting over in a place, I realized there were so many scattered things that needed to be bought.

Small things like laundry detergent, slippers, floor mats, big things like desks, chairs, and stools.

Subsequently, the two's lives gradually got on track, adapting to the study abroad life. Song Yao went out early and returned late every day, resuming the busyness she had when following Li Daiyue before.

Xu Qingzhou finished reading the notes given by Professor Roberts, buried his head in calculations, and even went to listen to two report meetings during the period.

They were the research reports on automorphic forms and equidistribution problems in number theory by mathematical master Ymir von Braun, and the regularity structure of random partial differential equations by George Perk.

The harvest was quite large.

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