Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 172 Week 6

It's a rare weekend, and Song Gou is still fast asleep.

When the phone rang, he was dreaming that he was fishing at the beach.

The float bobbed slightly, and just as he was about to lift the rod, the bell rang.

He rolled over and put the pillow over his head. The alarm didn't stop, ringing one after another like a death knell.

He got out of bed, squinted, walked out of the room, and picked up the microphone.

Who is it?

His voice was hoarse and harsh, "They won't even let people get a good night's sleep on the weekend, it's so annoying."

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

"It's me, are you still bothered?" Xiao Yunqing's voice came through the microphone, carrying a threat.

Song Huan leaned against the wall, her eyes half-closed. "It's even more annoying."

"you!"

Xiao Yunqing was furious, and the sound of her taking a deep breath could be heard through the microphone.

Song Huan urged, "Just say what you have to say, or shut up. I want to sleep."

Xiao Yunqing gritted her teeth; the sound of her grinding could be heard even through the phone.

After a long pause, she slowly said, "My water heater is broken. Can you come and fix it for me?"

Song Huan fell silent.

Xiao Yunqing waited for two seconds.

"Feed? Song Huan?"

"Xiao Yunqing, are you out of your mind?" Song Huan's voice rose a half octave. "I'm not a repairman. Why are you calling me because your water heater is broken? Next time you're short of money, am I supposed to bring you some?"

Xiao Yunqing stared wide-eyed at the microphone in her hand, wishing she could smash it.

She felt wronged, "My parents aren't home, and I don't dare call anyone to come and fix it."

"Annoying."

Song Huan put the microphone back.

"Beep—beep—beep—!"

Xiao Yunqing held the microphone, listening to the busy tone.

A little girl with pigtails was sitting on the sofa next to her, holding a bag of potato chips and looking at her.

Xiao Jue, Xiao Yunqing's cousin, came to visit yesterday.

She tilted her head. "Cousin, why are you so happy? Wasn't he not coming?"

Xiao Yunqing put the microphone back and curled the corners of her lips slightly.

That laugh was brief, as if he couldn't hold it in.

"You don't understand, he will come."

Xiao Jue scratched his head.

She really doesn't understand.

The water heater broke down last night, so why did my cousin wait until today to call someone to fix it?

Last night, Xiao Yunqing insisted on taking a cold shower and was shivering from the cold.

Xiao Yunqing turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Xiao Jue followed, carrying potato chips.

"what?"

"Cooking."

"Cousin, you can cook?"

Xiao Jue's eyes widened.

"Of course." Xiao Yunqing tied on her apron, picked up a kitchen knife from the knife rack, and placed a piece of tofu on the cutting board.

With a swift stroke, the tofu is sliced, then sliced ​​into thin, even strips.

Xiao Jue stood to the side, his mouth agape.

My cousin seems to have changed a lot.

She walked to the kitchen doorway, carrying a bag of potato chips, and asked:

"Cousin, can I eat the snacks on the sofa?"

Xiao Yunqing didn't even turn her head.

"No, that's what he likes to eat. You can only eat it if he eats it."

Xiao Jue pouted. "What about the fruit in the refrigerator?"

"Same here."

Xiao Jue walked back to the sofa sadly, sat down, hugged the bag of potato chips, and stared at the pile of snacks.

A bag of potato chips, a box of cookies, a packet of gummies, and a bottle of honey grapefruit tea.

They were stacked neatly, like supermarket shelves.

But none of them were his own.

Doorbell rang.

Xiao Yunqing poked her head out from the kitchen.

Go open the door.

He actually came!

Xiao Jue was shocked. He jumped off the sofa, ran over, and opened the door.

A boy was standing at the door.

He was very tall, wearing a white T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was carrying a toolbox made of sheet metal, with worn-out edges and black tape wrapped around the handle.

Sunlight streamed in through the hallway window, falling on him and making his white T-shirt shine.

He was looking down at the little girl in front of him. She had pigtails, a round face, and big eyes, and she was looking up at him.

Song Huan paused for a moment, took half a step back, and glanced at the house number.

You didn't go to the wrong place.

"What are you standing there for? Come in." Xiao Yunqing's voice drifted from the kitchen.

Song Huan then changed her shoes and came in.

Xiao Yunqing stood at the kitchen door, an apron tied around her waist, a spatula in her hand.

She gestured with her chin at him. "My cousin, Xiao Jue."

He then gestured with his chin toward Xiao Jue, "His name is Song Huan, call him brother."

Xiao Jue tilted his head back and obediently greeted, "Hello, brother."

Song Huan patted her head gently and said, "Don't be so formal, just call me handsome."

Xiao Yunqing angrily said, "Song Huan, get out!"

Song Huan laughed and picked up the toolbox. "Where's the water heater?"

Xiao Yunqing snorted and led him into the bathroom.

The water heater is mounted on the wall; it's white with a slightly yellowed exterior, and several indicator lights on the panel are off.

Song Huan looked up for a while, then put the toolbox on the ground and opened it.

Wrenches, screwdrivers, pliers, and Teflon tape were laid out one by one.

"Don't you have any men in your family? Why do you call me for everything?" He squatted down and turned on the water inlet valve of the water heater, but no water came out.

Xiao Yunqing stood at the bathroom door, arms crossed, "My dad's away on a business trip, so you're the only man here."

Song Huan didn't even look up. "Just because I'm a man doesn't mean I have to know how to fix water heaters. What if I don't?"

Xiao Yunqing didn't reply and turned to leave.

Song Huan removed the outer casing; the wires inside were a bit tangled, but not burned.

He used a multimeter to test it, and finally concluded that the heating element was probably broken.

He pulled a new one out of the toolbox; the packaging bag was still on.

These were all prepared by Song Wentao; he could repair anything that broke in the house.

Men, you know, always have to learn to fix some things.

He thought back to the past.

In the rented room, the light bulb was broken, so he stood on a chair to change it.

Lin Yue stood below, holding onto a chair, looking up at her, and said, "You're amazing."

He didn't think fixing a light bulb was anything special back then, but her admiring gaze made him feel like he really was pretty amazing.

I wonder how she's doing now.

If she hadn't met him, she probably would have met a better boy.

He shook his head, banishing those thoughts, and replaced the heating element with a new one, connected the wires, and snapped the casing back on.

Xiao Jue squatted down beside him, holding the bag of potato chips in her hands, and kept watching him.

After looking at it for a while, he handed over the bag of potato chips. "Brother, do you want some?"

Song Huan shook his head and continued tightening the screws.

Xiao Jue then handed the bag forward a little further.

"Go ahead and eat it, just one is fine."

Song Huan turned to look at her. "Why?"

Xiao Jue turned her head and glanced towards the kitchen, lowering her voice, "My cousin said that these are all your favorite foods, and I can only eat them if you eat them."

Song Huan's hand stopped on the screwdriver.

He paused for a moment, then looked at Xiao Jue.

The little girl's eyes were big and bright, reflecting his image.

He smiled, took a potato chip from the bag, popped it into his mouth, and chewed it a couple of times.

Xiao Jue was delighted and also took a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound.

Two people were squatting in the bathroom, one fixing the water heater and the other eating potato chips, crunching away like two mice.

Xiao Yunqing poked her head out from the kitchen. "Dinner's ready."

Song Huan tightened the last screw, turned off the water inlet valve, and turned on the hot water tap.

Water sprayed out of the showerhead, steaming.

He turned it off, closed the toolbox, and picked it up.

"It's fixed."

Xiao Yunqing stood by the dining table, holding two plates of food in her hands.

A plate of braised pork ribs, and a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

There was also a pot of soup on the table, seaweed and egg drop soup, with chopped green onions floating on top.

Song Huan put the toolbox at the door, bent down to change her shoes, and said, "You guys eat, I'm going back now."

Xiao Yunqing rubbed her hand on her apron, "You..."

She opened her mouth, but didn't finish speaking.

My innermost thoughts drifted over, softly, as if afraid of being overheard.

[I made so much, all of it is his favorite food.]

[Who will eat now that he's gone?]

Why is it so hard to ask him to stay for dinner?

Xiao Jue sat at the dining table, chopsticks in hand, looking at Xiao Yunqing and then at Song Huan.

She put down her chopsticks, ran over, and tugged at Song Huan's sleeve. "Big brother, please stay and eat. My cousin made this especially for you."

Song Huan was stunned for a moment.

She stopped changing her shoes, straightened up, and looked at Xiao Jue.

The little girl tilted her head back, her eyes bright.

He glanced at Xiao Yunqing again.

She stood by the dining table, still clutching her apron, her face flushed.

My cheeks flushed red to my ears, and the kitchen light made them feel a little hot.

"Specially?" Song Huan chuckled, her tone cheeky. "Then could you have poisoned me?"

Xiao Yunqing's face turned even redder.

She ripped off the apron she was holding and threw it at him.

The apron was flimsy and fell off halfway down, landing on the floor.

"Eat it or don't, it's up to you!"

Song Huan smiled and dodged for a moment, then walked back from the doorway without changing her shoes, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Xiao Yunqing glared at him, picked up her apron from the ground, draped it over the back of the chair, and sat down.

The two people sat across from each other at the table, with three dishes and a soup between them.

Xiao Jue had already started eating, picking up a piece of pork rib and gnawing on it with her mouth full of oil.

Song Huan also picked up a piece, put it in her mouth and chewed it a couple of times.

Xiao Yunqing looked at him, waiting for him to swallow.

"Is it tasty?"

Song Huan picked up another piece and said, "It's alright."

Xiao Yunqing's lips curled up slightly. She picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of tomato, and put it into her bowl.

The sunlight outside the window was perfect, shining on the dining table and making the food on the plates look shiny.

Xiao Jue picked up another piece of pork rib and happily gnawed on it.