Chapter Forty-Four

If one were to find an explanation for eternity, He Qiao thought, perhaps it would be this moment.

Chi Xueyan smiled and said to him, that day was a beautiful moment.

Strangely, He Qiao thought of the word eternity almost at the same time.

Because he seemed to see something in the other person's eyes that he had been looking forward to for a long time.

A dream-like crystal clear response.

But He Qiao wasn't sure.

At times like this one is always uncertain.

That is the most beautiful uncertainty.

In the well-lit master bedroom, the person standing across from him quickly averted his gaze after talking about the scene where he was distracted, perhaps because he felt that the sunlight was too dazzling.

After regaining consciousness, He Qiao found that Chi Xueyan seemed to like the ceramic sugar box on his bedside table very much.

When he walked to the window and closed the gauze curtain, he heard the soft sound of a candy box being opened behind him.

There is also the sound of rubbing plastic candy wrappers.

He Qiao imagined a certain scene that might happen, so he subconsciously slowed down the movement of pulling the curtains.

The snow-white gauze curtains gradually covered the glass windows, with a meticulous appearance, and there was no glare of light leaking from the seams.

When He Qiao looked back again, the candy box on the bedside table was quietly closed, keeping the original distance from the glass water cup next to it, as if it hadn't been touched.

And Chi Xueyan finished arranging the master bedroom, walked briskly towards the door, and said casually: "The coffee table in the living room should also be tidied up."

His tone was normal, but his voice sounded different from usual.

Hard and sweet candy swirls between the teeth, with a vaguely moist taste.

Just like what He Qiao guessed.

Chi Xueyan ate a piece of candy.

Moreover, he should really like the taste of that candy.

Because the beautiful eyes are full of bright light.

He Qiao obviously doesn't like sweets, but the crystal candy that existed in his imagination endowed this supposedly ordinary weekend with a different flavor.

After lunch, Han Zhenzhen came to this warm and happy home on time.

As soon as she entered the door, a bright and bright voice sounded, and at the same time, a burst of the most familiar aroma of Chi Xueyan was carried.

"You guys haven't started cleaning yet, have you? You usually clean it well, and now it looks pretty clean—no matter how many times you look at it, you still think this house is really beautiful, and Xiaoyue is really good at designing."

As he said that, Han Zhenzhen shook the paper bag in his hand towards Chi Xueyan, and there was a sound of bones coming out of it.

"Stir-fried chestnuts in sugar, do you want to eat?"

This is Chi Xueyan's favorite snack.

Every time Han Zhenzhen goes home, as long as he sees a stall of fried chestnuts on the road, he will buy him a bag.

Although she came to another new home today, a home where her parents were away, she still bought it habitually.

Chi Xueyan nodded, and took over habitually, taking on all the tasks of peeling chestnuts.

In the past, it was peeled for myself and my mother to eat, but today I have to add He Qiao.

Only Old Chi, who also loves sweets, does not have this treatment. After all, the father and son often take pleasure in mocking each other.

Stir-fried chestnuts in sugar is a kind of snack that Chi Xueyan grew up with.

In fact, later on, even he himself couldn’t tell whether it was because he liked stir-fried chestnuts the most, so his mother often bought them, or because his mother often bought stir-fried chestnuts, so he loved them the most.

As time goes on, the love for people and the preference for food have become one and the same habit, which gradually blurs the cause and effect.

Han Zhenzhen also warmly greeted his son's other half: "He Qiao, do you like this?"

He Qiao poured her a cup of warm water, smiled and shook his head: "Little Chi likes to eat, I should do some cleaning."

This is Chi Xueyan's nonsense post-marriage spoiling script a few months ago: He Qiao will take the initiative to undertake all the housework, including putting out the bath water for him in advance.

At that time, when Chi Xueyan thought that he might have to honor this nonsense in the future, he still felt that it was too much trouble for He Qiao.

Now, he guessed that He Qiao shouldn't find it troublesome.

And he didn't want to let He Qiao do it all by himself.

When He Qiao, who was about to clean up alone, walked past Chi Xueyan, he took the initiative and said, "I'll come after sitting with my mother for a while."

The lover looked sideways, and there was a kind of gentleness in his eyes: "Okay."

When He Qiao walked away, Han Zhenzhen at the side immediately came over and teased in a low voice: "Oh, we Yanyan will also be willing to do housework one day."

Chi Xueyan had just peeled a chestnut and was about to hand it to her. Hearing this, she paused, and immediately changed her original trajectory and prepared to eat it by herself.

Han Zhenzhen snatched it away quickly: "I won't say it, I won't say it, don't be so stingy."

The two of them nestled together on the comfortable sofa, with the warm fireplace in front of them, which made the mood very soft.

Han Zhenzhen stopped teasing his son, and the house was clearly well-maintained, so there was nothing to teach He Qiao.

So she started asking about the things that mattered most to her as a mother.

Those details that can prove that the son has always been loved.

"Will He Qiao buy you fried chestnuts every day after get off work?"

"I didn't tell him that my favorite food is fried chestnuts, but he would bring me strawberries every day."

Han Zhenzhen knew his taste very well: "I remember you don't particularly like strawberries."

"But those strawberries grow very special." Chi Xueyan said, "So they taste better than ordinary strawberries."

"The shape doesn't affect the taste." Han Zhenzhen couldn't bear it, "It's obviously Aiwujiwu, and your mother is also from the past, so she pretends that I have never been in a relationship."

"..." Chi Xueyan thought for a while, but couldn't refute, so she had to admit, "Probably."

After she finished complaining, she couldn't help being curious, and asked her son, "How special are those strawberries?"

"There are teeth-like ones, jellyfish-like ones...it's hard to describe, do you want to see pictures?"

"It sounds cute, I want to see it."

Just after finishing speaking, Han Zhenzhen suddenly came to his senses and raised his voice in shock: "You actually took pictures of every strawberry?!"

She has a flamboyant personality, as if her son, who will never fall in love in his life, silently glances at her.

So Han Zhenzhen bowed his head resolutely, ate chestnut kernels while looking at the photos, and made a comment that sounded insincere as if nothing had happened: "The shape is so cute, it's not human if you don't take pictures."

I only took this because strawberries are cute.

Absolutely nothing to do with the person delivering the strawberries.

She thought of this for her son who showed this side for the first time, sitting in the warm wedding room, the corners of her brows and eyes were filled with smiles.

At first, she was deeply worried about the hasty and hasty marriage, but she knew Chi Xueyan's temper too well, so she didn't raise any objections.

Thinking about it now, it was the right decision and the best marriage she could imagine.

As the two families conceived when planning their wedding, it was all about love.

Han Zhenzhen, who hadn't cooked for a long time, suddenly wanted to cook again.

Just like many years ago, the house was full of relatives and friends who came for a banquet. She and her husband couldn't hold back their excitement. They insisted on wearing wedding clothes and ran to the kitchen to cook a dish, because they really wanted to share with everyone the unavailableWords describe the joy.

Love is too an abstract term. When it comes from the heart to the mind, it is often unable to find an appropriate way to express it, and it is carried by the most accessible and indispensable food in life.

For example, three meals a day, such as fried chestnuts with sugar.

Han Zhenzhen withdrew his thoughts and couldn't wait to ask his son: "What are you going to eat tonight? Do you have any arrangements?"

"No arrangement, I will be tired from cleaning today, so I won't let him cook." Chi Xueyan asked her by the way, "Do you want to go out to eat together?"

Seeing that there was an opportunity, Han Zhenzhen immediately became motivated: "Eat at home, I will cook for you two!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of questions like a cannonball.

"What do you want to eat? What does He Qiao like to eat?"

"By the way, I remember you said that the tastes of the two of you are very compatible, that's even better, don't worry about him not getting used to it, you go and ask him what kind of food he wants to eat."

Seeing Han Zhenzhen's confident look, Chi Xueyan hesitated to speak.

Aunt Ling was so used to the three of them that they seldom cook by themselves, and even their parents who used to know how to cook had almost forgotten about it.

Except that Chi Zhongyuan, who is occasionally called up by his wife late at night to make supper, is better at cooking, he and Han Zhenzhen's cooking skills should be equally sloppy.

So he thought about it, and directly reported a very simple dish name: "Tomato scrambled eggs, egg fried rice, vegetable soup?"

Han Zhenzhen raised her brows after listening, quite dissatisfied: "Do you think I can't cook?"

Chi Xueyan nodded without hesitation.

My mother argued: "That's because you didn't attend my wedding. All the relatives were full of praise that day, saying that we both have a chef demeanor."

"I would like to participate." The son said calmly, "Unfortunately, the order is reversed. I will not be born until a few years later."

Han Zhenzhen: ...

She couldn't find anything to say for a while, and looked at the suspicious son for a moment, then got up abruptly, and went to find He Qiao who was cleaning in the room.

In front of people who are not familiar with her background, Han Zhenzhen's tone was as confident as a first-class chef: "He Qiao, do you want to eat Buddha Jumping Over the Wall tonight?"

Chi Xueyan: ...

Forget it, there is at least one person in this family who can really cook, so there won't be any accidents.

Han Zhenzhen, who was determined to show off her skills, started to buy vegetables on her mobile phone. The fried chestnuts she brought had been peeled. Chi Xueyan took the portion of chestnut kernels left for He Qiao and silently left the sofa to do hygiene..

This room is indeed very clean, there is not much to clean up, the main thing is to regularly clean up the inevitable accumulation of dust.

The task He Qiao assigned to him was also very simple.

wipe the glass.

It's more like playing than doing housework.

The glass is clear and bright, with only a light layer of dust on it, and it can still reflect the beautiful scenery outside the house.

It's very suitable for Chi Xueyan to play while distracted.

He stood by the window lazily cleaning the glass, while He Qiao behind him was sweeping the floor.

On the side shelf, there are light yellow chestnut kernels in a smooth porcelain plate.

Today all scenery is on the same side of the window.

Chi Xueyan raised her hand to wipe the glass, her fingertips flicked across the reflection of He Qiao in the window at the same time.

The afternoon was quiet and peaceful.

He Qiao asked him: "Why do you eat Buddha Jumping Wall at night?"

Han Zhenzhen's sudden proposal puzzled him for a while.

Chi Xueyan found it difficult to explain this question, so he just smiled: "Don't worry, there shouldn't be a real Buddha jumping over the wall. My mother doesn't know how to cook complicated dishes. Her current level is about the same as mine."

"Do you need me to help in the kitchen?"

"You can't help, she will definitely say that she can do it alone."

Chi Xueyan knew his mother very well, just like his mother knew him too.

He Qiao tried to sort out the logic behind this.

Han Zhenzhen's cooking skills are similar to those of his son, but he volunteered to cook dinner for the two of them, probably wanting to try complicated and advanced dishes, and no one is allowed to help.

After thinking about it clearly, he couldn't help asking: "Can we still have dinner that night?"

Then got a realistic and cruel answer.

"I think you can eat it, but you may not be able to eat it."

After Chi Xueyan finished speaking, she deliberately turned her head to look at the other party's expression.

He saw He Qiao staring at the chestnut kernels on the dinner plate.

As if conceiving a convenient dinner that could save the day without showing up.

"Would chestnuts be good on a sandwich?"

He Qiao's tone sounded very serious.

Chi Xueyan laughed again.

He has never eaten like this.

But suddenly wanted to try it out.

Whether as a rescue dinner today or a regular breakfast tomorrow.

At this moment, Chi Xueyan gradually began to be confused about cause and effect.

Did he like He Qiao because he liked unusual chestnut sandwiches, or did he like unusual chestnut sandwiches because he liked Heqiao?

It seems to be the same.

Chi Xueyan didn't want to wipe the glass anymore, he dropped his tools, leaned casually on the window sill, and told He Qiao more secrets about the dinner.

"I guess it's going to be four people eating tonight, and my dad is coming too."

Under his watch and company, He Qiao continued to fulfill his post-marital responsibilities.

"Because my mother can't figure it out by herself, she will get confused, and she doesn't want the two of us to help, so she can only secretly ask my father for help."

The delivery man knocked on the door, and as soon as Han Zhenzhen got the vegetables and meat, he rolled up his sleeves and got into the kitchen.

Soon, there was a violent jumping sound of live fish jumping out of the pool, and a short exclamation.

"My dad will teach her on the phone first, but he will definitely not be able to teach her this way, because he himself is not very good at cooking."

There was no food in the pot, but the sound of the range hood boomed, vaguely covering the sound of the phone call.

"After the phone call, my dad may be so desperate that he wants to smash the phone, so he might just come over, anyway, it's not far away."

This time, no one knocked on the door, and the door was quietly opened from the inside. The tall figure followed his wife and tiptoed into the kitchen.

The two people who were absent-mindedly cleaning the room pretended not to notice, and just looked at each other silently.

When the four eyes meet, they are full of smiles.

In the end, Chi Xueyan made a concluding speech: "In short, my mother made today's dinner, and my father came here specially for dinner."

He Qiao nodded clearly: "I remember."

He will seriously remember the secret that Chi Xueyan shared with him.

Time slipped away unconsciously, the aroma of food gradually wafted from the kitchen, and the relaxing and joyful cleaning was over, leaving only the finishing touches.

When He Qiao was about to tie the garbage bag, Chi Xueyan suddenly remembered something and called him: "Wait a minute."

He took something out of his pocket and handed it to the people around him.

In the white palm stretched out to He Qiao, lay a crystal clear wrinkled candy paper.

Chi Xueyan's tone was calm: "I stole a candy from your candy box this morning."

Immediately, he took out a piece of lost memory and carefully compared the taste: "It tastes better than the sugar in the bar."

Summer night's bachelor party, fictional love relationship, and drunken heartbeat and temptation.

In the dim and misty light, he asked for a candy from He Qiao who seemed to be moved by his side.

Now, it is no longer a seeming, and it is no longer a temporary sugar.

So it tastes better than that candy.

Chi Xueyan finally began to miss the taste of sugar again.

This time it's not just about missing.

And love.