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"Don't worry, once I sell these items, I'll have the money for you," Tang Zhicheng explained. "However, the profit from this batch is quite substantial, and I don't want to rush into selling. I want to wait for the right opportunity."
"Just give me the money first; I'll return it to my colleague," he added.
"Alright, this outfit isn't cheap, but the quality is good, and I really like it," Ye Fangfei replied. "Next time if there's a men's version, you should buy one for yourself too. Don't always think of me."
"I don't need it. I'm just a rough guy; I can wear anything. There's no need to buy such nice clothes for myself," Tang Zhicheng said. "Besides, I prefer buying things for my wife. Seeing her dressed beautifully makes me happy."
Hearing this, Ye Fangfei shot him a playful glare, which made Tang Zhicheng's heart warm. He instinctively pulled her close and wanted to fall back onto the bed.
"Wait! I don't want to wrinkle my new clothes!" Ye Fangfei quickly stopped him.
Tang Zhicheng had no choice but to hold back and helped her take off her coat, hanging it in the wardrobe.
"What are you in such a hurry for? Take it slow," Ye Fangfei chided as she glared at him.
"I can't help it; I'm starving, my wife!" Tang Zhicheng said as he pulled her down onto the bed.
The next morning, Tang Zhicheng woke up feeling refreshed. Knowing that his wife liked the corn gruel he made, he boiled water and prepared another batch.
"Just eating light stuff in the morning won't fill me up," he thought as he made a few egg pancakes. Then he considered preparing a couple of side dishes to go with the gruel.
Yesterday, he had brought back some ribbon fish, so he cleaned two of them and pan-fried them for a plate. He also stir-fried a plate of eggs with pickled vegetables.
Once everything was ready and the time was right, Tang Zhicheng went into the room to wake Ye Fangfei.
"Wife, it's time to get up; you have to go to work soon," he said gently as he patted her arm.
"What time is it?" Ye Fangfei asked lazily as she opened her eyes.
"It's almost seven o'clock. Get up and eat; I've made corn gruel and egg pancakes," Tang Zhicheng said as he handed her a cotton jacket.
"It's so late already, it's all your fault. I said I wouldn't come, but you insisted," Ye Fangfei complained as she put on the cotton-padded jacket.
Tang Zhicheng, unfazed by her complaints, smiled and said, "It's my fault, my fault."
Ignoring him, Ye Fangfei quickly got dressed and headed to wash up.
Tang Zhicheng arranged the blankets neatly on the bed and set two bowls of porridge on the table from the kitchen.
When Ye Fangfei returned from washing up, Tang Zhicheng was sitting at the table, carefully removing the bones from the ribbon fish for her.
Seeing her come over, he cheerfully called out, "Wife, come here! I've already served your porridge."
Ye Fangfei couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness as she sat down.
However, just as she picked up her chopsticks, a strong fishy smell hit her nostrils.
"Ugh." Ye Fangfei couldn't help but gag.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Tang Zhicheng asked with concern as he set down his chopsticks and leaned closer to her.
"Ugh, get away from me!" Ye Fangfei pushed him aside.
Tang Zhicheng had just finished frying the fish early in the morning, and he still carried the lingering smell on him.
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