Chapter 4 — Love Starts With A Glass Of Soy Milk

In the end... it's still a marriage in the Qin family. I asked again curiously: "What about you? Don't you need to get married anymore?" Tan Du flicked my forehead: "What nonsense questions do you ask every day?" I went to get juice from the refrigerator, and when I turned around... I saw him kneeling on one knee in front of me. “What's wrong with you?” – I reached out to help – “Bumped your knee?” Tan Du couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "Trinh Thu! I'm proposing! Can you take a look at the diamond ring in my hand!?" 18 “Sneeze——” I sneezed loudly. Who would have thought that the night I proposed, I would have a high fever. Tan Du clumsily cooked me a pot of ginger soup, and busily made seafood porridge. I shed tears as I swallowed each spoonful. He gently used a towel to wipe my face: "If you like it, eat more." …Do you want to taste what I cook? I swear, I have never eaten such bad seafood porridge in my entire life. After taking the fever-reducing medicine, I fell asleep. In a dream, I felt a cool feeling on my forehead. Tan Du was probably applying ice to help me. Thanks to his dedicated care, my fever subsided in just one day. The next morning when I woke up, I felt refreshed and alert. I went into the kitchen and saw Tan Du using a wooden spoon to stir a pot of something that looked very strange. I asked curiously: "What are you doing?" Tan Du scooped a small bowl and placed it in front of me: "I'll cook another pot of seafood porridge. If you like, eat some more." He put his hand under his chin, his expression full of anticipation: "Is it delicious?" I took a spoonful, trying to force a smile: "It's okay..." So he scooped another spoonful for me. “Eat more, this will help you recover quickly.” 19 – Tan Du side story The first time I met Trinh Thu was when she was handing out flyers in front of the milk tea shop. I saw her sweating profusely, so I conveniently took one. Later, I met her again at school and found out we were college friends. I heard someone talking: "Why does Trinh Thu work everywhere? Is her family very poor?" "Maybe so. It's strange, she even got a scholarship but still can't make ends meet." The next time I saw her was in front of the hospital. Her eyes were red and she kept calling the phone numbers on the poles, asking if people needed more work. I'm soft-hearted. I walked over and asked: "Do you want to be my nanny?" At first she was wary, asking me what I really wanted. But I transfer money first. As if a burden had been lifted, she immediately went to pay the hospital bill. The next morning, not yet 7 o'clock, she woke me up. "Boss... I'm in your dormitory, I brought breakfast, please come down and get it." I hadn't slept yet, so I angrily went down to get a sandwich. But as soon as I saw her bright, sparkling eyes, I suddenly wasn't angry anymore. Actually, I don't want to get up early to eat breakfast. Which college student wakes up at seven every day? But Trinh Thu didn't give me a chance to sleep in. She felt that since she received money, she had to work properly. Every day she called to wake me up at 7:30. I bit into a sandwich, drank hot milk, and fell asleep until my eyes watered. You brought disaster on yourself. After that, there was a time when I played badly and ordered eight salty dishes and one soup, hoping she would be busy until eight or nine o'clock before waking up to call me. Who would have thought that the professional nanny would be awake at 5:30 a.m.? bright. At 7:29 am, she punctually knocked on the door: "Boss, wake up for breakfast!" My head felt like it was about to explode. How can I get her to give up cooking breakfast? Or... tell her to be my girlfriend too, my girlfriend probably can't wake me up early anymore, right? Actual result: Still have to wake up early. Even since we moved to live together, I have to wake up earlier than before. Every morning she wakes up at 6 o'clock and starts cooking. Then he pulled me to sit at the dining table, starting a new, "dreamlike" day. As for me, I just wanted to crawl back under the covers and sleep for another 20 minutes. Chicken soup is really fragrant... but how can it compare to a morning nap? Yet no one understands my suffering. Everyone told me "I live in happiness but don't know how to enjoy it". Later I discovered a rule: If I work hard at night, she won't be able to get up the next morning. The result was discovered... this trick had no effect. Because it's true that Trinh Thu can't get up, but I still have to get up early! Had to go out to buy char siu dumplings and soy milk that she likes to eat. Still have to coax her to wake up for breakfast. After all, why is it so difficult in this life to sleep peacefully... 20 - External session: Trinh Thu The final exam is coming, everyone stays up all night studying. It is said that Tan Du spent 8,888 yuan to buy a set of review outlines and class notes from the person who ranked first in the major. I listened and slapped my thighs in regret: "Why let someone else get that bargain!?" Knowing that, I would have sold it a long time ago. If I were to write, I would write eight books straight away, none of which would be the same! So I gritted my teeth and signed up to study a double degree in Finance. When it came to the second semester exam, I made a "pop" and threw the whole set of notes on Tan Du's desk: "I asked the teacher to mark the focus, can I sell it to you at a discounted price?" Unexpectedly, a side job was discovered from there. Tons of people came to buy notes, some asked: "Is there an English version?" “Is there linear analysis?” “Is there a Marxist philosophy?” I was a bit confused, but still answered each person in turn: "Yes, it's all there. Each subject has 88 yuan, there are photocopies and electronic copies for you to choose from." The power of the exam season is truly terrible. In just one morning, I sold nearly a hundred sets of notes. Tan Du once asked me: "Why do you keep saving money?" I told him: “I want to open my own bakery.” Then, one day he took me to a beautifully decorated store. He asked: "What do you think of this store?" I looked around, then replied: "The location is really beautiful, the decoration is also beautiful, exactly my style." Tan Du suddenly gave me a bunch of keys. “What door does this key open?” He tilted his chin slightly towards the glass door: "This is the key." I looked at him in surprise: "Is this store yours?" Tan Du smiled softly, gently stroking my hair: "Silly, it's yours from now on. Please sell your cakes well, little boss." Tan Du is actually a very possessive person. The mouth said: "Everything in the bakery is for you to decide." But in reality... you absolutely forbid me from selling whole wheat bread. Because you don't like it. I was so angry that I puffed my cheeks and argued with him: "Why don't you like me and I can't sell? Other people like it!" Tan Du also did not give up: "Who likes whole-wheat bread? Find me someone!" I glared at him: “Anyway, I don't care, someone likes it!” So I sneaked whole wheat bread onto the shelves. In order to sell quickly and without him finding out, I even reduced the price, only 9.9 yuan per bag. Result... Four hours passed, only one bag was sold. Another customer accidentally dropped it on the ground and was so embarrassed that she had to buy it. In the end... it was still Tan Du who bought all that bread, and was said to have brought it home for his roommate to eat. Later, one time, Tan Du got excited and said he wanted to learn baking with me. He was very stubborn, determined to start with making his own sponge cake base. But you... are really stupid. Flour, eggs, milk... no matter what you add, it's wrong. After mixing forever, it's still a liquid mixture like porridge. You can tell by looking that it can't be cooked. In the end, I tricked him and told him I had already put his dough in the oven. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. Actually... of course I changed to another cake base a long time ago. But by the time he finishes, it will probably be dark. After that, he clumsily picked up the bag of whipped cream, squeezed the cream, and wrote some ugly words. I had to squint my eyes until I realized it was: "Happy birthday Trinh Thu." It wasn't until then that I was stunned to realize - It turns out today is my birthday. That night, Tan Du indeed brought out that ugly cake, asked me to blow out the candles and make a wish. His expression from beginning to end looked strange, as if he was waiting for something. It wasn't until I finished cutting the cake, and even ate a big piece, that he frowned and asked, "Why haven't you eaten yet?" I was stunned: "What?" Tan Du cut the remaining cake into pieces and turned it inside to look for a while. At that moment, my heart jumped: I suddenly remembered... That cake base made by Tan Du... I seemed to have thrown it in the trash. So you insisted on making the cake yourself because... you were planning to hide something inside!? Knowing that... I didn't change the cake... On that cold night, we put on coats and rushed back to the bakery. Searching through the trash for two hours, I finally found a pair of platinum rings. The design is very sophisticated, the inside is also engraved with letters, sparkling under the street lights. And so... We stood in the middle of a pile of trash, exchanging lifelong promises in the dim light.