ushernet Chapter 66: I often think of my father
Chapter 66: I often think of my father
Chapter 66: I often think of my father
The guilt Jiang He initially felt about misunderstanding Xu Qing had now completely vanished.
This guy is so annoying.
Clenching her fists, Jiang He walked into the kitchen, planning to heat up some congee from last night. But she realized they had gone to Xu Qing’s parents’ house for dinner yesterday, and she’d forgotten to cook anything when they got back.
“Want some noodles?” she called out from the kitchen.
“No congee?”
“I didn’t make any last night.”
“Oh.”
“Do you want to eat or not?!” After a few pointless exchanges, Jiang He was getting irritated. She rubbed her stomach, counted the days on her fingers, and reluctantly went back to her room.
“Aren’t you making noodles?”
Xu Qing was puzzled. What’s up with her?
“Later.”
Jiang He’s expression was sour, though she didn’t know exactly why she felt so annoyed.
A moment later, Xu Qing finished his stance training, standing for a whole minute longer than yesterday. He exhaled dramatically, pretending he was a martial arts master who needed to release bad energy after training.
Body stat +1.
Satisfied, he wrapped things up and went to wash up. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he checked for any changes. He didn’t see anything different.
Of course there’s nothing to see... I’ve barely been doing this for a few days. Even the Sunflower Manual doesn’t work that fast.
“I’m making noodles for you.” Jiang He had calmed down by the time she came out of her room.
“Pfft... cough, cough...”
Xu Qing, who was brushing his teeth, almost choked on the foam. “It’s called cooking noodles! Don’t say it like that.”
“Isn’t it the same thing?”
“Just cook your noodles.”
Xu Qing didn’t want to explain, or dare to. Otherwise, she’d definitely get mad...
How did my mind go there? Damn internet memes.
“What are you doing?” Jiang He sensed something was off.
“Sending it to you. You look good like this.” Xu Qing shamelessly sent the photo via WeChat, then handed her a mirror.
“Look.”
“...It looks weird.”
She looked for a moment, then took the glasses off and sat up straight with her slippers on, continuing to read.
“Tsk... you remind me of my dad,” Xu Qing sighed. Seeing her like this made his heart itch.
“Your dad?”
“Yeah... Did your Second Mom ever hug you?”
“We used to huddle together a lot. In winter, she’d hug me tightly.”
“Oh.”
Xu Qing was disappointed, putting away the glasses and returning to the computer.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for movies and thinking about becoming a film critic.”
Why not give it a shot? Xu Qing’s philosophy was simple: if it works, great. If not, no harm done. That’s how he started his YouTube channel, after all.
“Film critic?”
“It’s too complicated to explain right now. It’s even a bit tricky for me. I’ll just try it out.” Xu Qing shrugged. Wuxia was dead; recent martial arts movies were disappointing. Exploring new things couldn’t hurt.
The key was having taste—understanding what movies were really saying, instead of just laughing and forgetting about them. He had the basics; now it was time to dig deeper.
“Smart people never go hungry. This is an age of brainpower. You need to get smarter and stop being so clueless...”
As he spoke, his phone buzzed. It was Wang Zijun.
“Where are you?”
“At home... what’s up?”
“The part-time job. That thing you mentioned—I looked into it, and it’s doable.”
“How do we set it up?”
“Let’s meet and talk. I’m on my way. We need to sort out some details.”