Shi Qinghuan returned home more than ten minutes later, and then she saw that the walnuts she dried at noon were already a little brown. If this continued, they should be completely dried in another five or six days.
It seemed that she had to hurry up and finish processing the walnuts in the space, otherwise the sun would not be so good in late autumn.
So she had a simple dinner and then took out the walnuts in the space and peeled them.
At around eight o'clock in the evening, Shi Qinghuan rubbed her sore wrists, then she took the unfinished walnuts back into the space, and then took the peeled walnuts to the kitchen to clean them.
After she cleaned the walnuts, she poured them all into the dustpan and put the dustpan on the balcony.
Then she went into the kitchen to boil water and take a bath.
An hour later, Shi Qinghuan returned to the room after taking a shower. Seeing that it was almost ten o'clock, she didn't plan to write a story, so she went to bed directly.
The next morning, Shi Qinghuan opened her eyes and looked at the alarm clock. She saw that it was almost seven o'clock, so she immediately lifted the quilt and got ready to get up.
But as soon as she lifted the quilt, she shivered from the cold, and then she immediately put the quilt back on her body.
"Why did it suddenly become so cold?" Shi Qinghuan, who was huddled in the quilt, muttered softly while rubbing his arms with his hands.
It wasn't until her body became warm again that she sat up from the bed, then took out a sweatshirt from the space and put it on. Then she lifted the quilt and got up, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
After she washed up and came out of the bathroom, she felt bad because the water was too cold.
It's only the end of September, and the weather is already so cold. If it continues to be cold like this, how will she survive in the winter?
Just when Shi Qinghuan fell into infinite sadness, she heard a knock on the door, so she walked to the door of the room to open the door.
When she opened the door, she saw Wang Ailan standing at the door of her house holding a piece of clothing, so she asked Wang Ailan: "Aunt Wang, what can I do for you?"
"I came to give you clothes, but it seems I don't need them now."
After Shi Qinghuan heard Wang Ailan's words, she looked at the clothes in Wang Ailan's hand, and then she looked at the sweatshirt she was wearing, and couldn't help but feel nervous.
Fortunately, the sweatshirt she was wearing was a basic one without any patterns, and the fabric was made of pure cotton. Although the style looked novel, it was not too out of the ordinary.
So she said to Wang Ailan with a guilty conscience: "My brother bought me the clothes I'm wearing."
"That kid from Fusheng has good taste. You look good in this dress, and you look very energetic."
"I think so too, but this dress is too eye-catching. I don't plan to wear it out."
"How could it be? I saw lesbians in our research institute wearing clothes like yours last year, but their clothes had patterns on them, and yours didn't."
"What? There are people in our institute wearing clothes like mine?"
"Yeah, there's nothing strange about this. The researchers in our institute are all from big cities, so it's normal for them to wear newer clothes."
Shi Qinghuan was completely relieved after listening to Wang Ailan's words. It seems that the clothes of this era are not the same black, white and gray, nor are they the same cardigans. Then she doesn't have to follow the trend too much in the future. After all, the styles of the clothes now are real. Not pretty.
However, she still planned to observe first to see what kind of clothes the lesbians in the institute usually wore, and then she would control the style within their dressing style, so that she would not stand out and still be able to be obscene and develop.
(End of chapter)
