The night of the grand wedding

  Jiang Yanlai's past affairs were unknown to Wen Man. Every time she worked, no matter how loud the thunder was, she would not be distracted.

  When getting off work, Wen Man was washing her hands at the sink. Chu Xia walked over and said to her: "Man Man, do you have any free time this weekend?"

  "Anything wrong?" Wen Man asked.

  "My husband is back from a business trip and wants to have a big meal." Chun Xia said this with her eyelids constantly blinking.

  Wen Man tilted his head and looked at her: "Chu Xia, what's wrong with your eyes?"

  "No. Maybe just got some sand in it when I ran back from outside. Blink a few times and it'll be fine." Chū Xia said, pretending to rub her eyes.

  "Okay. Since your husband is back, if you want to treat him well, I suggest you make a few home-cooked dishes during this season. Because in the spring, it's better to eat lighter." Wen Man clearly knew why her good friend said that and helped plan for her.

  "Man man. You know, I'm not good at cooking and stuff, it's not as skilled as you are, why don't you come over and help me?" Chūxià held her hand, asking sincerely.

  Wen Man smiled and said: "Alright."

  Early summer is Wenman's best friend. I remember when Wenman was in college, she got seriously ill and didn't dare to tell her family about it. It was Early Summer who took care of her day and night for a week at the hospital, and even used her own scholarship to help Wenman pay for the huge medical expenses. From then on, Wenman made up her mind that no matter what Early Summer asked for, she would never refuse. As for Early Summer's husband Du Yu, he was an upperclassman they knew in college, two years older than them. Although he wasn't very good-looking, he had a kind and honest personality, and most importantly, he loved his wife Early Summer dearly and believed that men should pay for all the household expenses. Therefore, Early Summer never had to hand over her salary to the family; she could use it all by herself. With a husband like this, what more could a wife ask for? So Wenman's goal in finding a man was also someone with a good personality; everything else was secondary. Unfortunately, she still hadn't met one yet.

  By the weekend, Wen Man carried a bag of apples and went to Qiu Xia's home.

  In the early summer, my husband and I lived in a rented house of tens of square meters. It's not that we didn't want to buy a house, but we always didn't know where to settle down formally. This city is not bad, but neither Xia's nor Du Yu's hometown is here, both are still young, thinking about fighting for a better world every day, so they had the idea of drifting north long ago. Now that Du Yu has found a better job in Beijing, he plans to take his wife with him to Beijing in the near future. Xia also agreed with the company and can leave at any time.

  Wen Wan was on her way to Chun Xia's home, and her mind was preoccupied with the idea of drifting north. She wanted to follow Chun Xia to venture out, Beijing being the national cultural center, she, an art enthusiast, naturally yearned for Beijing. Firstly, as Chun Xia said, Wen's family had many people and complicated matters, she couldn't get married at home, and being seen would only embarrass her parents, so it was better to avoid suspicion by going elsewhere.

  If you want to go, it's best to go with Chunxia together, there will be someone to take care of each other.

  She pressed the doorbell and Chūxià came over to open the door for her, saying: "Come on in. My husband is going to bring a friend back with him from outside."

  "Is it for four people?" Wen Man asked.

  "Yes."

  Put the apples brought back into the refrigerator, and after washing her hands, enter the kitchen to help Chunxia prepare lunch. After having Manman, Chunxia helped in the kitchen for a while before coming out to arrange the table and chairs, put down bowls and chopsticks, and tidy up around, as there were guests coming over.

  When the time was almost up, she heard the sound of the door lock clicking, and Chunxia immediately walked to the entrance. After the door opened, facing the two men standing in front of the door, she put her finger to her lips and whispered: "Mei Mei doesn't know yet. I haven't told her."

  "What's wrong?" Du Yu grasped his wife's hand and smiled brightly in a masculine manner, "Jiang Yan is indeed our friend now."

  So the person following Du Yu is Jiang Yan.

  It turned out that Jiang Yan met Chun Xia in Wen Man's company that day, and after expressing his intentions, he asked Chun Xia about Wen Man. Chun Xia learned that the man was not a real vagabond and cared about her own gang, so she revealed some of Wen Man's hobbies. Having had the experience at Wen's house that night, Jiang Yan knew that Wen Man was not a casual woman who could be asked out easily, so he asked Chun Xia for advice. Chun Xia immediately said: Let's have dinner together.

  At the beginning of summer, the main idea was: if this man can really taste the goodness of Manman from a meal made by Manman, then it's absolutely no problem to entrust Manman to him. Because she and her husband had become Manman's most loyal fans just because of a meal made by Manman at the beginning. Of course, there were also those extreme family members of Manman who ate meals made by Manman every day but still complained about this and that.

  Two men came in and asked: "Do you need any help?"

  "In early summer, after thinking for a moment, he said: 'Do you guys drink? There's a bottle of red wine left at home, let's open it.'"

  Because there was no corkscrew for red wine, two men were studying how to use other tools to pry open the wooden stopper of the bottle.

  "Wen Man suddenly shouted in the kitchen: "Chu Xia, come and help!"

  Just then, Chunxia entered the room and didn't seem to hear anything. Du Yu thought for a moment and nodded at Jiang Yan, hinting at her. Jiang Yan smiled and accepted the good intention, walking into the kitchen alone.

  In the kitchen of the Chu family home, which was long and narrow, with a somewhat cramped passageway that could barely accommodate two people standing side by side. When Jiang Yan walked in, he saw Wen Man's ponytail tied up into a small bun at the back of her head, secured with a green hair clip, exuding a feminine charm. He paused for a moment at the doorway, and the rich aroma of the soup wafted over to him, making his mind spin, and the beauty before him seemed to be shrouded in a misty haze.

  "Early summer!" Wen Man shouted, holding up the pot of soup on the stove with both hands, "Put me down and grab the scallions on the chopping board, quickly!"

  Startled by the sound, Jiang Yan looked up to find that her two hands holding the pot had been scalded bright red. This scared him so much that he rushed over in one step, snatched the pot from her hand and put it back on the stove, then grasped her two wrists and pulled them under the faucet.

  Whoosh! The water splashed onto the shrimp's red skin and turned white in an instant.

  He let out a deep breath: Fortunately, nothing happened. However, soon, his spine felt a chill, and he saw that Wen Xiang's crescent moon-shaped eyes were staring at his face. Those cold, piercing eyes seemed to have caught a thief, or perhaps it was because he had a guilty conscience, thinking this way, his hair stood on end, and he hastily let go of her hand to explain: "I, I didn't do it on purpose——"

  However, Wen Man did not respond to him. As soon as she smelled the burnt smell, she immediately turned off the stove and opened the lid to see the burnt vegetables. Suddenly, she turned around and faced him: "Get out! You are no longer allowed in my kitchen!"