Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 1119: Chapter 1091: The Appliance Dealer Refuses to Take the Blame

"Honey, are you guys using helmets to eat hot pot in the wild?"

"It’s not as good as hot pot. It’s just us using a metal lunch box filled with water in the wild, cooking some wild vegetables and luncheon meat. Mine tastes the best because I know how to fish, and I use milky fish soup to cook it."

Yu Minglang also diverted the topic, and Balan put away his contradictory thoughts, reminiscing with Yu Minglang about some amusing incidents from back then.

Qian sat with them for about ten minutes, and feeling the timing was right, she made an excuse to take the beauty home for dinner, letting the male store manager drive her back, leaving space for these old friends reuniting after a long time.

Yu Minglang first chatted with Balan about the strange stories from those years. Although only a few years had passed, it felt like half a lifetime when they talked about it.

After a while, Balan shifted the topic, speaking with a hint of envy.

"One, to be honest, I really envy you for being born in a good place. Your country is getting stronger and stronger."

"You can also make your home better."

Balan shook his head bitterly, "It’s useless. At my age, I’ve already seen through it. My beliefs have been broken. Now I just want to make more money."

"Didn’t you say back then that money was useless, just worldly possessions?" Yu Minglang felt that Balan had changed.

"That was because I hadn’t encountered any issues before. Now... forget it, let’s not talk about it, let’s drink!" Balan raised his glass, and Yu Minglang clinked glasses with him, and they both drained their cups.

After several rounds, they were slightly drunk, and Balan suddenly said something out of the blue.

"One, if one day we became opposites, what do you think would happen? Would you use those thunderous means like in our joint exercises back then to target me?"

Balan shaped his hand into a gun, pointed it at his temple, then made a "bang" sound with his mouth.

Yu Minglang patted him, "You’ve drunk too much. Why are you so immersed in a play?"

"So immersed in a play... life is just a play. I haven’t been able to get out for a long time. One, I really envy you, envy you for being able to use your passion to uphold your beliefs. Where have my beliefs gone, where have they gone..."

Balan kept drinking and talking, and Yu Minglang knew the sorrow in his heart yet couldn’t say too much, so he could only drink with him glass by glass.

It was almost 3 a.m. when Yu Minglang returned, reeking of alcohol. He lay down on the floor in the hallway without changing his shoes.

Qian, in her robe, came over to take off his shoes, trying to get him up.

She didn’t know how well Yu Minglang held his alcohol—after all, she hadn’t seen him drunk except in a past life. Why did he drink so much today?

"Get up, go to bed." Qian tried to help him up but saw Yu Minglang open his eyes, lying on the floor looking at the ceiling, without the madness of a drunken stupor, rather a complete clarity.

"Unending feelings are like chains; a single night of homesickness turns the hair gray. Ambitions unfulfilled, with a three-foot sword; homeland separated by thousands of mountains."

Seeing him recite the first half of a poem while seemingly drunk but sober, Qian roughly guessed the source of his sadness.

The joy of seeing an old friend was overshadowed by the concern for his friend’s current situation; a big man couldn’t just cry it out or talk it over like a woman might, so he expressed his feelings with alcohol.

At this moment, he was both drunk and sober.

Seeing him recite such a heavy-hearted poem, Qian no longer disturbed him, went inside to get a thin blanket to cover him, letting him lie in the hallway looking as if drunken.

Then she went into the kitchen to whip up a hangover soup.

Men are strange creatures; they periodically need to be alone, during which no one knows what’s in their hearts, whether there are any non-masculine emotions, but during this time, they crave solitude so much that even the dearest shouldn’t disturb their solo brooding.

Yu Minglang, seeing an old friend today, was engulfed with endless melancholy, intending to imitate that lonely little beast with some mournful sadness. But time didn’t favor him, just two minutes into pretending to be drunkenly melancholy, he heard a loud noise from the kitchen, dispelling all gloom and drunkenness!

Oh no, his wife went into the kitchen!

In the kitchen, though the sparking pot had its power cut off, the black marks at the interface and the lingering smell of burnt wires in the air testified to the recent frightful scene.

Yu Minglang, now completely sober, cleaned up the mess caused by his wife’s mishap, while Qian, knowing her mistake, stood obediently at attention with a look of meek willingness to accept criticism.

"You really are..." Yu Minglang wanted to find some adjectives but found himself at a loss for words.

"Dark plum heard peeking out in the mist, lying branches with hurt below..." Qian stood there obediently, even composing a poem about her cooking mishap.

The beauty, who had come looking grimly at the pot exuding a burnt odor, was puzzled by Qian’s words and tilted her head in confusion.

What on earth is she talking about?

Yu Minglang was amused by her antics; this little lass would act cute to smooth over her blunders!

"Don’t talk nonsense; it’s not like you’re uneducated or low on intelligence. If anyone’s lacking, it’s me!"

Who let him overindulge in some artsy melancholia!

"Although I messed up this time, my intentions were good! Didn’t I see you drank too much and wanted to make you some hangover soup... Who would’ve thought... the pot’s quality is bad! Really, honey! I’ll go to the store tomorrow, this is outrageous, such an expensive pot and it burns so easily, it’s an unscrupulous merchant!"

Qian, after self-reflection, shamelessly tries to blame the appliance store.

However, Yu Minglang didn’t intend to let the appliance store take the fall!

He pointed at the wire with a look of pained reproach.

"How could you dare to blame the appliance vendor’s ethics when it was clearly your clever clumsiness? Wife, open your lovely big double lids and see. Such a thin wire, it obviously isn’t the pot’s power cord. You’re using such a thin wire for a high-power pot and expect it not to burn. How did you pass high school physics on electricity? No way, wife! You had better step aside, your high school physics teacher’s coffin lid is about to pop off!"

Qian blushed from the scolding, "With all those wires on the wall, how would I know which is which? I just grabbed one randomly, and here you are, escalating it so much!"

"I’m warning you, don’t disrespect my high school physics teacher! The stuff about electricity, it was the middle school physics teacher who taught it! If you’re pushing coffin lids, then press my middle school teacher’s instead!"

Yu Minglang, amused, pinched her nose, "You!"

With a wife like this, why pretend to be an artsy melancholic!

Qian giggled, snuggled up closer to wrap around his neck, "Listen to others’ stories, comprehend your own life; since the electric pot has already sacrificed for the family, why not cherish the one before you, my husband?"

Such a beauty scheme coming so suddenly, Xiaoqiang’s heart was immediately flustered and warm.

His considerate wife~