NFBE Chapter 176 A Guilty Conscience
Chapter 176 A Guilty Conscience
Their cars drove away one after the other, and the bustling house quieted down.
He Qiaoyun turned around and went back into the house. Standing in the living room, she was somewhat stunned.
As with previous guests leaving, she expected to be left with a messy house waiting to be cleaned, but found that there was nothing to clean in the living room and the floor was clean.
The dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen were washed and put away in the cabinet, and even the knife used to cut the watermelon was placed neatly. There wasn't even a watermelon stain on the countertop.
Who says men can't do housework? They're doing it just fine.
She sat comfortably cross-legged on the sofa, enjoying the air conditioning while eating watermelon.
She needs people to prune grapes tomorrow. She posted a message in a previous WeChat group: "[I need people to prune grapes tomorrow. If you can come, reply with '1' so I can count the number of people. The pay is the same as last time, 20 yuan per hour.]"
The message was sent out and someone replied immediately.
These people chatted while replying to each other, and she counted the number of people while scrolling through the chat history.
After they finished talking, the number of people was determined.
In the evening, she sent out the list: 【Is anyone missing?】
They all replied no, and then continued chatting.
After they finished chatting, He Qiaoyun sent another message: 【Okay, see you tomorrow morning.】
Everyone responded with a "Okay," and then fell silent.
He Qiaoyun was wondering why they had stopped chatting when she glanced over and saw the sunset slowly fading away. It turned out they had gone to cook and eat.
Another busy day is almost over.
She left the group chat and returned to the main screen, where two messages were displayed prominently.
They were posted by Feng Jiashu and Liu Biao an hour ago.
They all called to let her know they were safe; they had all arrived in the city.
He Qiaoyun sent an emoji to Feng Jiashu and replied "okay" to Liu Biao.
Liu Biao seemed to be constantly checking his phone, replying instantly: "I just cut and marinated all the meat for you and put it in the fridge. I washed the pan this afternoon; you can just rinse it and start cooking."
He Qiaoyun walked into the kitchen with her phone in her hand, opened the refrigerator, and saw two plates of raw meat, a plate of beef, and a plate of pork belly, all wrapped in plastic wrap.
The next second, the phone on the table vibrated; Liu Biao had sent another message: "I've also chopped the side dishes for you."
She looked down and saw the green peppers and pickled cabbage he had chopped, both placed on the same plate.
They even arranged the dishes for her: stir-fried pork belly with chili peppers, stir-fried beef with pickled cabbage, and a bag of lettuce that had been washed and packed in a plastic bag.
This meticulous care caught her off guard and made her feel guilty.
If they both considered each other good friends, it wouldn't be a problem. But unfortunately, He Qiaoyun seemed to understand his thoughts and vaguely knew the secret of his unmarried status for so many years... This made it impossible for her to accept his kindness.
She took the dishes out, muttering, "What have I done to deserve this..."
Yes, he treated her this way, but now she can't reciprocate with the same feelings.
My mind was a mess, and I wasn't focused on cooking, so I almost burned the meat.
She quickly turned off the heat, ladled out the dishes, washed the pot, and started cooking the next dish.
After a flurry of activity for half an hour, three dishes were served, but they didn't look very appetizing. Some were burnt, some were dry, and even the lettuce was overcooked and too salty.
There was a bowl of rice left over from lunch, so she was too lazy to cook it again. She put the cold rice in the microwave for two minutes and that was how she made do with dinner.
She was lost in thought during dinner and didn't have time to look at her phone.
When she went to the kitchen to clear the dishes, she saw her phone sitting quietly next to the refrigerator. She picked it up and saw that Liu Biao had sent her several messages.
Liu Biao: [Are you still cooking? Why aren't you replying to me?]
Liu Biao: [Are you done? Take a picture and show it to me.]
Liu Biao: [Are you out of phone credit?]
Liu Biao: [Have you received the message yet?]
He Qiaoyun tried to understand the meaning of his last two sentences, so she exited WeChat and opened the text message.
Liu Biao topped up her phone credit by 3,000 yuan.
She paused for a moment, then quickly opened WeChat and replied: "You topped up my phone credit by three thousand?"
Liu Biao: [You finally replied! Phone bills are so slow these days, you're only just receiving this now.]
He Qiaoyun's lips twitched: "My phone isn't out of credit. I just couldn't reply because I was busy."
Liu Biao: [Have you finished your work and eaten yet?]
He Qiaoyun: [I just finished cooking and I'm about to wash the dishes.]
After saying that, she transferred three thousand yuan to Liu Biao.
Liu Biao: [Why did you transfer money to me?]
He Qiaoyun: [Phone bill, you know.]
Liu Biao: [No need, it's just three thousand yuan, not three million. Don't give it to me.]
He Qiaoyun said helplessly, "Three thousand yuan is a lot for me, even if we keep the numbers one by one."
The next moment, Liu Biao returned the transfer.
Liu Biao: [Three thousand yuan isn't much to me. Money spent is like water spilled; it doesn't need to be returned.]
He Qiaoyun sighed, put down her phone, and went to wash the dishes.
After cleaning up the kitchen, she took her phone and went back to her room to wash up.
After washing away her fatigue, she lay down on the bed. Her phone, which was lying to the side, kept beeping with messages. She didn't want to reply to anyone's messages and fell into a deep sleep.
I was woken up by my biological clock on time the next day; going to bed early and waking up early makes me feel refreshed.
She got up early today, cooked porridge in a pressure cooker, chopped some meat, chopped some scallions, put them in a small pot, poured in the boiling porridge, seasoned it, and put it on the stove to cook for a while. The steaming meat porridge was ready.
By the time the meat congee was served, it was almost dawn.
She ate her porridge while the fan was blowing on her, and her phone on the table kept beeping, probably from group messages and other people.
She didn't want to read anyone's messages; she just wanted to eat breakfast in peace and quiet.
But even if I don't look at it, I still think about it, and my mind is full of all sorts of random things.
She sighed heavily, picked up her phone, skipped the small group chat, and first opened Feng Jiashu's WeChat to check the messages she hadn't seen last night.
Feng Jiashu: [Wang Ma has penned up the chicks and ducklings, which is good; it prevents them from running around.]
Feng Jiashu: [The housekeeper bought two houses for the rabbits, saying they needed to be kept separate to prevent them from multiplying. He's right; I hadn't thought of that.]
Feng Jiashu: [When we passed by the pet store, I bought a doghouse and lots of new toys for the puppy. Tian Tian now has a playmate.]
Feng Jiashu: [Have you had dinner? You can reply to me when you have time.]
Feng Jiashu: [Good morning.]
He Qiaoyun chuckled. She realized she'd missed so many of his messages last night. She replied: "Good morning! Sorry, I forgot to reply last night. I was so tired after a long day that I just fell asleep."
Feng Jiashu: [It's okay, it's just some trivial matter, it's fine if you don't reply.]
He Qiaoyun: [Okay.]
After they finished talking, she turned to look at Liu Biao's information.
Early in the morning, Liu Biao asked, "Qiaoyun, are you angry with me?"