Chapter 801: Chapter 645: Never Have I Seen Someone So Shameless
There are exactly eight of them.
That’s also why.
The two of them felt that today’s delivery was particularly many and especially heavy.
"Can Brother Yun and Assistant Jin cook?" Ning Youguang weighed in on needing to share these things with friends and family. Not only couldn’t she finish them, but her fridge couldn’t fit them either.
"Ze Wu doesn’t cook, Assistant Jin does."
"Bring him a chicken when you go to the office tomorrow," Ning Youguang said, "Give Aunt Ming two, the teacher two, Brother one, we’ll keep two, that should be about right."
"Okay." Shi Wangyue had no objections.
"Also give him some aged ginseng," Ning Youguang said, "And for Brother Yun, you all work hard, let them brew some tea to replenish their energy."
Then she took out two bags of red ginseng slices, "Take these two bags to the office tea room."
Shi Wangyue nodded.
Once they had divided and collected the contents of the boxes, they went upstairs together to wash the aged ginseng.
The upstairs bathroom was rarely used.
When the two of them went in, they dumped a basket of aged ginseng on the bathroom floor and began scrubbing them one by one.
"Suddenly, I feel a bit sad. Now, I can only see Grandpa two or three times a year. Whenever I think of Grandpa, I remember the parasol tree outside the window from when I was a child. When I was doing my homework, I often looked up at it. Spring, summer, autumn, and winter—it was different every day, yet the same."
Perhaps because the things from Grandpa Xia sparked Ning Youguang’s memories of her childhood home.
While the two were squatting in the bathroom scrubbing the aged ginseng, her desire to talk soared, reminiscing about childhood stories with Shi Wangyue.
Shi Wangyue listened patiently, occasionally responding with a few words.
"Childhood is a time we can never return to."
Luckily, we’ve always been together.
"Yes." Ning Youguang said, recalling the persimmons she had at Yu Xian’s last time, "The last time I had persimmons at Yu Xian’s, it reminded me that Grandpa’s yard also had two persimmon trees. When I was little, Sister Feifei and Daidai always wanted to eat them before the persimmons ripened yellow on the tree. Grandpa would pick some green persimmons, put them in a carton, stack them one by one, then cover them with a layer of ash. In just a few days, we’d be eating soft and red persimmons."
"I’ve eaten them too." Shi Wangyue smiled gently.
He remembered several times going home from school with his sister and Xia Dai. Xia Dai loved to sneak with them to peek under Grandpa’s box of persimmons to see if they had turned red.
At those times, Ning Youguang’s favorite thing was to squat beside Xia Dai and secretly pinch softly to find ripe persimmons.
When they found soft ones, the three kids were especially happy.
Then he and Xia Dai would watch her together, waiting for her to divvy up the ripe persimmons equally for everyone before eating them together.
Back then, he just thought the persimmons in Grandpa Xia’s box were delicious.
Very sweet, very soft.
Now he realized that the persimmons he ate at Grandpa Xia’s weren’t just persimmons, but his expectations and longing for happiness.
As a child, he always felt everything at the Xia family was the best.
Now he understood, it wasn’t about how good the things the Xia family gave him were, but every bit of warmth they treated him with was immensely precious.
"Growing up, memories of home will eventually become reminiscences."
The world we know will gradually fade, becoming unfamiliar, becoming someone else’s memory.
After washing the aged ginseng, the two went downstairs.
Ning Youguang picked up her phone to check the time and found it was nearly eleven o’clock.
"You go shower first." Shi Wangyue said, "I’ll put them in the wine jar."
"Alright." Ning Youguang said, "If there isn’t enough wine in the jar, add some sorghum wine."
"Okay."
Ning Youguang undid her hair, preparing to shower, but just after taking a few steps, the phone rang.
It was a call from Li Qing.
As soon as Ning Youguang answered, the voice on the other end stuttered, "I broke up."
"???"
"I know you’re surprised right now," Li Qing said, "Please don’t ask anything, just let me talk."
"Okay, go ahead." Ning Youguang’s expression also turned a bit serious.
"I need you to drive the best car in your garage to the entrance of Houhai No.6 Bar to pick me up, okay?"
"Okay." Hearing the urgent and slightly trembling voice, Ning Youguang’s heart immediately tensed up.
She hung up and said to Shi Wangyue, "Wangyue, give me your car keys."
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