Chapter 83: Chen Xueru's Visit

It was evening.

Chen Xueru arrived at the Siheyuan gate, holding several paper bundles.

A forty-year-old woman this beautiful—can you handle it?

Taking a look at the gate wall, Chen Xueru exclaimed.

"I didn't expect it to still be a large residence."

Her home was just a two-courtyard house, and Xu Huizhen's was about the same.

But Yang Qing's residence was a grand mansion.

She stepped into the bright main gate, passed through the Moon Gate, and saw San Da Ye before the hanging-flower gate.

San Da Ye, who was digesting his meal, saw a woman dressed brightly, with a head of curly hair and a striking figure, and instantly perked up.

This woman is really something—his mouth watered, he swallowed a gulp of saliva, and San Da Ye eagerly asked.

"Miss, you are…"

Chen Xueru, being called 'miss', smiled happily, her smile a bit flirtatious.

Her smile made San Da Ye's heart itch.

"Uncle, you're too smooth—what 'miss'? Just call me comrade."

"I came to see Yang Qing; I don't know where he lives."

"Yang Qing?" San Da Ye blinked, then carefully looked over Chen Xueru, showing a look of sudden realization.

He thought, "So he's a capitalist."

His smile vanished instantly, and he pointed inside.

"The Houzhaofang is it."

Chen Xueru found his change puzzling—Yang Qing wasn't doing well in this compound.

"Thank you, uncle."

After thanking him, she swayed her hips as she walked in.

Yan Fu Gui swallowed another mouthful of saliva, unsure whether he was craving what Chen Xueru carried or something else…

Chen Xueru passed the hanging-flower gate and entered the central hall courtyard.

Then she ran into Sha Zhu; He Yuzhu, upon seeing Chen Xueru, was dumbfounded.

This woman is too beautiful.

Compared to her, Qin Huairu lacks much flavor.

Even his girlfriend, the virtuous young lady Liu Shumin, falls short.

Look at this silk cheongsam, those graceful curves, that waist, those hips…

He Yuzhu, holding pots and bowls, stood frozen on the spot.

Chen Xueru glanced at Sha Zhu, ignored him, and continued walking back—people like him she'd seen many times.

They're just lusting after my body—hmph, starve for it, you can't have it.

As she swayed her hips, she arrived at the next courtyard.

Liu Guangtian was about to sneak to the back yard to find Yang Qing to play, when he bumped into Chen Xueru.

Such a fashionable woman was too much of a shock for this young lad.

Suddenly he felt his body stiffen.

He didn't regain control of his body until Chen Xueru had disappeared from sight.

A breeze blew by, and he felt a cool draft in his pants.

He hurried home.

Back Wing Courtyard.

Yang Qing was having a meal with Xu Damao.

Today Xu Damao somehow got hold of a cured rabbit; Yang Qing stewed some potatoes and cabbage in it, then made a dozen or so potstickers with barley flour.

The flavor was superb.

"Is Yang Qing home?"

Chen Xueru shouted from outside the Moon Gate.

Upon hearing it, Yang Qing thought, "A woman—I don't know her," and stood up.

"I'm here, come in."

Upon hearing the woman's voice, Xu Damao's eyes darted to the door.

All he saw was a woman stepped out of a pictorial, appearing before him.

(In the Republican era, Chen Xueru's style was quite common, especially in stills and pictorials.)

A gurgle.

Xu Damao involuntarily swallowed the food in his mouth.

Yang Qing looked up and saw it was actually Chen Xueru, his face showing surprise.

"Sister Xueru, how did you come?"

Chen Xueru glanced at Xu Damao, then shoved the paper packets into Yang Qing's hands.

"What are you saying? As a sister, I can still come see you."

"How come you have guests and don't welcome your sister?"

Yang Qing quickly waved his hands in apology.

"Of course—little brother, sister can come whenever she wants."

"Have you eaten, sister? I've stewed some mixed vegetables—just make do."

Xu Damao quickly gave up his seat.

Come on, come on, don't be polite; today I finally managed to get some cured rabbit, it's quite fragrant.

Chen Xueru glanced at the seat Xu Damao had given up, then walked over to Yang Qing's side.

They squeezed Yang Qing into the middle.

Let me try my brother's cooking.

She didn't say a word to Xu Damao.

Damn, your lecherous eyes make me sick just looking at them.

Seeing this, Yang Qing felt a bit amused.

This Xu Damao, when he sees a beautiful woman, he can't walk away.

But he doesn't know Chen Xueru's age; this woman is nearly thirty, and she's probably already sent off two husbands.

Ignoring Xu Damao's continual glances, Yang Qing scooped a bowl of vegetables for Chen Xueru.

Seeing this, Chen Xueru hurriedly said.

Half a bowl is enough, half a bowl is enough; I've already eaten, I just want to taste.

Yang Qing didn't listen to her; he still placed a bowl of vegetables in front of her, and then scooped a piece of scorched rice for her.

Chen Xueru said she didn't want it on the surface, but she was still quite satisfied with Yang Qing's performance.

She took a close look at Yang Qing and found him quite handsome.

Especially now that he has some flesh on his face, his facial shape very much matches current aesthetic standards (the shape of Tang Sanzang's face).

She was even more satisfied.

Seeing Chen Xueru ignore him, Xu Damao also shouted along with Yang Qing.

Sis, try it; Yang Qing's cooking is excellent.

During this period he's been doing odd jobs in the cafeteria, and his cooking skills have been getting better.

Upon hearing this, Yang Qing thought, 'This guy is stepping on me, telling Chen Xueru that I have no job, living off odd jobs; sure enough, once you have a woman, you forget your brothers.'

Chen Xueru took a bite, felt it was indeed quite tasty, and praised.

Brother, your cooking is really delicious.

Xu Damao looked and said, 'How come you're praising him? Didn't you hear what I said?'

Sister, may I ask your esteemed name? My name is Xu Damao, I work as a projectionist at the steel rolling mill.

Chen Xueru didn't even look at Xu Damao, and directly replied.

Ah, impressive.

Then there was nothing more.

Yang Qing amusedly watched Xu Damao eat humble pie, and also ate his own meal.

While eating, he taught Chen Xueru.

Sister Xueru, potstickers taste good when soaked.

Saying this, he tore the potstickers into pieces and threw them into the bowl.

Chen Xueru followed suit, soaking the potstickers as well.

The two ate with relish, while Xu Damao kept hitting a wall, finding the food as tasteless as chewing wax.

Xu Damao, unwilling to give up, repeatedly tried to curry favor and find topics, but Chen Xueru brushed him off with murmurs like 'uh,' 'ah,' 'aha,' and 'hehe.'

When the meal was almost finished, Yang Qing said.

Sis, why hasn't your husband come over?

Chen Xueru casually replied.

I don't know where he died.

Xu Damao felt his head buzz like a boom.

Damn, they're already married.

Yang Qing added another line.

Who's taking care of the child now?

Chen Xueru seemed to also understand Yang Qing's meaning, and said with a smile.

Dump her at Xu Huizhen's place.

Upon hearing this, Xu Damao felt another thunderclap in his mind.

Damn, they even have a child.

What was that just now, then?

It's embarrassing.

Xu Damao glared fiercely at Yang Qing, feeling he had no face to stay here; his earlier sycophantic behavior was too embarrassing.

I'm full, Yang Qing, I'm leaving.

Yang Qing waved his hands.

Take it easy, Brother Damao.

Xu Damao looked at Yang Qing, who was about to burst out laughing, and gave him a look that said, 'You wait.'

Um, Sister Xueru, I'm leaving.

Chen Xueru also waved her hands, saying nothing, indicating he should hurry off.

Seeing this, Yang Qing really couldn't hold back.

Hahahahaha……