Qin Yang had nearly finished tidying up outside when he heard footsteps and saw Lin Chuxia, his eyes curving into a smile, "Awake? I thought you’d sleep until noon. Seems like you’re improving."
He had not held back at all last night.
In the past, whether at home or in the company dorms, he would consider his wife’s modesty and not make too much noise.
Now that they had their own space, they could do as they pleased.
Having had his fun, he knew his wife must be tired.
Lin Chuxia secretly rolled her eyes.
When they first got married, she admitted that she lacked stamina, but with over a year of nourishment from the spiritual spring water and regular exercise, she was no longer the vulnerable chick she once was.
Not wanting to discuss this shameless topic with him, she bent down to move the washed dishes and bowls he had set aside into the kitchen.
"Let’s eat breakfast then go look at some furniture, we should get a cabinet for the dishes."
It’d be great if there were ready-made ones; if not, they’d have to find a carpenter to make one.
Qin Yang brought in the rest of the items, "Just moved in and already lacking so much, causing you discomfort."
"Who doesn’t go through this when living life, what discomfort?"
Lin Chuxia looked around, there was flour, eggs, potatoes, and green onions in the house.
"Have you cooked for yourself before?"
"Yeah, I cooked dinner once."
That day, he had been delayed at work, missed the company canteen’s dinner time, so he bought some ingredients to cook for himself.
"Tell me what you want to eat, and I’ll cook it for you."
Lin Chuxia raised her eyebrows; she hadn’t tasted Qin Yang’s cooking before.
"You decide, I’m not picky."
Qin Yang thought for a moment, then turned around and began to work, "It’s not that you’re not picky, you’re just afraid I won’t know how to make it. How about a potato and egg pancake? I can make that."
"Sure."
Lin Chuxia would, of course, offer unconditional support.
Thin shreds of potato, tender yellow farm eggs, finely chopped green onion, mixed and pan-fried in oil.
Soon Lin Chuxia was eating a potato pancake that was golden and crispy on the outside, tender and flavorful on the inside.
Lin Chuxia generously gave him a thumbs-up, "Your cooking skills are up to par with mine."
Despite the backhanded compliment, Qin Yang still smiled contentedly, "Thank you for the praise, dear wife."
After eating, the two went to a furniture store’s showroom. The furniture selection was comprehensive, and if something didn’t fit, they could also custom order.
Lin Chuxia didn’t have high expectations for furniture from this era, and since they lived in the company housing complex, it wouldn’t be good to be too unconventional; just practical furniture would do.
Lin Chuxia had already planned with Qin Yang: four rooms, three connected, with the middle one as the living room, the left as a study, and the right to keep as a bedroom.
The separate room would serve as a guest room for now.
Currently, the rooms were nearly empty, with even Qin Yang’s books still packed in boxes.
Once at the showroom, Lin Chuxia immediately bought bookcases, wardrobes, sofas, TV stands, and two desks. The bed they had was an impractical metal frame one, so they decided to buy two new beds.
The usually silent Qin Yang finally spoke up, "Let’s just get one bed."
Lin Chuxia thought it made sense; they could move their current metal frame bed to the guest room to avoid attracting too much attention and negatively impacting Qin Yang.
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