"Qin Feng, I haven't been to your house for a year. What a big change!"
While several people were waiting for the hot pot to boil, Da Liu looked at the furniture in the living room curiously.
Qin Feng is a very contradictory person. On the one hand, he is very conservative about certain memories of his youth and keeps many small objects with commemorative significance;
On the one hand, I also have a very radical inner artistic instinct. Whenever an idea pops up in my mind, I will modify the layout and decoration of my home according to the inspiration.
This happens about four times a year, when the seasons change.
"This little table is really beautiful. Where did you buy it? Online or in a mall. Do you have a link?"
Qin Feng, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard this and replied: "I designed it myself and then found someone to make it. If you like it, I will also design one for you."
"Then it's settled!"
Da Liu is very happy. He and his partner will be engaged by the end of the year.
The family has already collected the down payment for the wedding house. The decoration and monthly payment are the couple's own business. They have to pay more than 4,000 yuan a month. They are under great pressure but there is nothing they can do...
He can only decorate his own house to look the way he likes, so that he can get some worthwhile feelings apart from the pressure.
On weekdays, the colleagues in the evening program group all have a good relationship with each other. When Xiao Wang saw Liu's longing eyes with a hint of melancholy, he knew that he was thinking about getting married.
In today's society, many boys have to work hard to save a down payment to buy a house, pay off a thirty-year loan, marry a wife and have children, making many boys understand the hardships of life overnight.
From then on, the freest time of the day was the few minutes I spent sitting quietly in the car when I got home from work.
Liu chose to compromise, but Xiao Wang felt fearful and uneasy about this. If possible, he did not want to get married and have children, but the pressure from his parents and a trace of desire and fantasy for love influenced his determination.
Xiao Wang sighed, patted Da Liu on the shoulder, and said softly: "Everyone is like this, don't put too much pressure on him."
Da Liu cheered up and said with a smile: "No, you have to hurry up... But if you really want to say that Qin Feng is better than us, just because he is diligent and knows how to do housework, and has a motivated temperament, he will definitely be able to find one Good girl’s.”
Regardless of the future life and pressure, Da Liu's eyes were still fixed on Qin Feng's furniture and couldn't extricate himself.
The more he looked at them, the more beautiful they became.
"I can't tell Qin Feng that you can also design furniture. What major did you major in university?"
"Signal communication, programming, mechanical design..."
Qin Feng spread his hands, holding a soy sauce bottle in one hand and a spatula in the other. He spent a lot of time to learn cooking skills that are very exquisite and superb. He poured the soy sauce bottle onto the spatula and then sprinkled it out. Start stirring with a spoon.
"I'm actually a science guy."
Many novelists have a background in science, engineering or medicine. For example, Keigo Higashino graduated from Osaka Prefecture University in the Department of Electrical Engineering, Chekhov studied medicine, Russell is a famous mathematician, and Giordano has a Ph.D. in physics.
And every new young person is familiar with the saying that studying medicine cannot save the Chinese people.
Qin Feng used his own personal experience to prove that there is no inevitable connection between what major he studies in university and what job he will do in the future... He has just been promoted from copy editor to variety show planner.
Da Liu studied literature, and he and his girlfriend were schoolmates, but they only got together after graduation.
He lowered his eyebrows thoughtfully: "Are science students also good at cooking? After eating Qin Feng's cooking once, you will remember it for a year."
Xiao Wang quickly shook his head: "Don't take me with you, you braggart."
Zhao Ming also chuckled and said, "My wife also cooks at home."
Qin Feng's brows furrowed even more as he listened to the chatter in the living room. If he continued like this, the hot pot water would boil and he had almost finished cooking. Could it be that he wanted Wang Anruo to hide in the closet all night?
Uncle, you, the father, think of a solution quickly!
Can you bear to let your daughter hide in the closet all night?
I don’t know about you, but I definitely can’t bear it.
Qin Feng blinked at Wang Rengui and pursed his lips, signaling him to persuade him to go back quickly.
It’s a big deal that this meal will be eaten tomorrow!
Come tomorrow, I'll clear out the seafood market and cook you a big meal.
Wang Rengui frowned and felt very embarrassed. He brought the person here by himself, his colleagues were kind-hearted, and he had bought all the things. Dinner was about to begin, how could he really drive the person away?
But when I think about An Ruo being discovered, the news that his daughter is a big star spreads in the work, and the fact that Qin Feng is in love with his daughter...
The most important thing is that a big star is hiding in the closet of the bedroom of a small employee of the TV station. If word spreads, won't the career that his daughter loves be ruined?
After thinking about it, Wang Rengui got up and walked around the living room, pretending to be regretful: "I heard you say that Xiao Qin's house is more than 40 square meters. I think it's okay, but the distribution is unreasonable! The living room is too small, and the bedroom is too small. It’s too big, and it has a big balcony...”
Finally, Wang Rengui pondered for a moment and made a decision: "There are so many people that we can't sit apart. If it's not possible, let's go out to eat?"
Da Liu and Xiao Wang were both stunned when they heard this, and looked at each other not knowing how to answer.
Zhao Ming, who has been with Director Wang for the longest time, is actually a little confused at this moment...
What on earth was the director thinking? Wasn't it good before coming? Is it really because Qin Feng's house is too narrow to accommodate so many people?
Upon hearing this, Qin Feng quietly gave Uncle Wang a thumbs up, and Liu unplugged the hot pot while Xiao Wang started to pack his things.
"I'll change my clothes."
Qin Feng ducked into the bedroom, locked the door, then walked to the closet and opened the closet a crack.
Wang Anruo was sitting in the closet, with his legs curled up, his little hands holding his knees, his chin resting on them, his face red.
"Uncle Wang has already persuaded people to go back. We have decided to go out to eat and leave in a while. Just come out when you hear the door closing."
Wang Anruo didn't answer, but his face was still blushing. Qin Feng was originally a little confused about what was going on, but when he noticed his underwear hanging in the closet, he looked slightly startled, and then his cheeks became a little hot.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry!"
He hurriedly put away all the underwear, without even bothering to fold them. He simply folded them and stuffed them into the pile of clothes on the other side.
But before Wang Anruo could speak, a not-so-loud grunt came.
There were only two people in the room, and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The wardrobe is only so big, and the wooden structure even echoes, so the grunting sound seems a bit obvious.
Qin Feng's face was full of embarrassment at this time.
Because the growl from his stomach was not made by himself, Wang Anruo held her stomach and her face turned red.
But Wang Anruo is Wang Anruo after all, and she has the temperament to say whatever she wants. Although she is shy, she still slowly puts her head closer to Qin Feng's ear.
They were probably afraid of being heard by people outside, so the two of them communicated very quietly. After all, the door was not very soundproof, and you could hear the sounds inside if you stood outside.
A woman gets close to a man's face, either to kiss or to whisper.
Wang Anruo was really hungry, so she chose the latter.
The voice was soft and gentle, and it tickled Qin Feng's heart.
"Qin Feng, I'm hungry."
