My Childhood Sweetheart Gradually Puffed Up CH.45
Chapter 45: Her Angry Look…
Nie Xueling’s arrival also sparked discussions among the students in Class Four who knew some of the situation.
“Why is she coming over here?”
“Looking for someone? It seems like she’s looking for Fu Chengque. Isn’t this so dramatic?”
“Let’s watch, let’s watch, hehehe, I like this scene…”
Nie Xueling was bold, and her steps were steady.
She walked up to Fu Chengque, pondered for a moment, and then shouted confidently:
“Fu Chengque, please allow me to learn from you!”
Everyone around was stunned.
This phrase sounds so familiar, doesn’t it??
Learn?
Fu Chengque looked puzzled, “Learn what?”
“Dance!”
“Uh, I’m not as good as you at dancing, you should find someone else.”
After bluntly refusing, she directly hid behind her friends. Her friends were also very loyal, actively blocking in front of Fu Chengque, making Wen Yu’s eyes moist.
When he was harassed by Chen Minghe, no one stood up for him.
Fortunately, Nie Xueling didn’t insist, only leaving behind a sentence “I’ll find you next time” before leaving.
The curious gazes from afar were withdrawn, and the discussion turned to Nie Xueling.
“Didn’t Nie Xueling say she was going abroad?” Lu Min asked her friends.
Fang Ling said, “Later, I heard she failed and couldn’t dance. Her midterm exam grades were also severely affected.”
“So unfortunate. She could have become famous throughout the school if she had danced well…”
“Why feel sorry? She deserves it.” Xiao Gua indignantly said, “Oh! If she wants to go abroad, she has to make Chengque anxious and flustered for her. Now she’s here again, doing who knows what! But we still have to thank her. Otherwise, how could we have the image of Chengque dancing on stage? Chengque is famous now.”
Fu Chengque poked her head out, “E-e… elaborate?”
“Elaborate on what?”
“Famous.”
“Everyone knows you, and they say you’re the most beautiful.”
“Hehehe.”
Wen Yu looked at the slightly happy Fu Chengque, feeling strange in his heart.
He was almost forgetting the Fu Chengque of the past. Obviously, the feeling before was a deep sense of distance etched in his heart, but now he often feels her fiery enthusiasm. This strange experience constantly washes over his heart.
In his past life, his most frequent comment on Fu Chengque was: a distant and cold iceberg.
But now, his most frequent feeling every day is: she’s quite cute.
Yesterday she was adorable, today she’s adorable too, and she’ll be adorable tomorrow as well.
Wen Yu walked a little further away, leaning against a tree, quietly watching Fu Chengque.
Is this her?
Is this the real Fu Chengque?
His childhood sweetheart turned out to be such a lovely girl, not cold at all.
Occasionally, due to some things, she would swell up, appearing very fierce and powerful, but once touched, she would release air, making him feel relieved.
Like a puffed-up ball, and also…
***
“It’s like a pufferfish.”
On the bus back home at night, Wen Yu looked out the window and suddenly said this.
Beside him, Fu Chengque stretched her neck to look out the window, eagerly searching for the pufferfish, “Where? Where’s the pufferfish? Wen Yu, point it out to me too, I want to see the pufferfish!”
Wen Yu couldn’t help but laugh.
“What are you doing? I’m asking you about the pufferfish?”
Wen Yu pointed to the window, “There.”
Fu Chengque pressed herself against the window, circled her eyes with her hands, and searched again but couldn’t find it.
Wen Yu pointed again, and this time Fu Chengque saw it clearly:
In the slowly moving bus, the lights were on inside the carriage, and it was dark outside. The silhouettes of people were reflected vaguely on the window glass.
Wen Yu was pointing to her own shadow.
Fu Chengque was annoyed, “Wen Yu, you’re playing tricks on me again!”
“You’re angry, so you’re puffy.”
“That pufferfish is too much!”
“What do you think it should be?”
“Dolphin?”
“Dolphins don’t puff up when they’re angry…”
“Then what puffs up?”
“Pufferfish.”
“I’m gonna shark you, you stinky pufferfish!”
***
The classes during the week proceeded as usual, with the only noisy interruptions being Nie Xueling and Chen Minghe.
On Tuesdays and Thursdays, it was Chen Minghe’s turn to appear and seek guidance from Wen Yu.
On Wednesdays and Fridays, Nie Xueling stepped up and confronted Fu Chengque.
So annoying.
During Saturday afternoon’s makeup class, Wen Yu received a message from his parents:
“Son, your dad and I are going back to our hometown for a couple of days. Lunch and tomorrow’s meals are up to you. Remember to buy groceries if the fridge is empty.”
After a while, Fu Chengque asked him softly, “Can I mooch off your meals at your place?”
“My parents have some matters to attend to back home. I’ll have to handle meals from today to tomorrow myself.”
Fu Chengque’s face fell instantly, “Ah, my dad has to work overtime at the factory and won’t be back, and my Mother Went to some gathering. It’ll be a few days. Oh no, I have no food to eat.”
“Just cook for yourself. Isn’t it uncomfortable to eat something you don’t like?”
“Can you cook for me?”
“Don’t you have rice at home?”
“Ah, I’m not very good at it. It won’t be a hassle, just adding an extra pair of chopsticks!”
“I’ll hold you to that. What you say counts.”
“Deal! I’ll come to your place to mooch off your meals, today and tomorrow!”
Wen Yu didn’t refuse either. This had nothing to do with love because it was common for them to visit each other’s homes for food and drinks — but today, there was no food.
“Okay, let’s go together to the market, help pick out ingredients, and I’ll make dumplings.”
“Wow, you can make dumplings too?”
“Don’t you know how?”
“I know how to eat.”
“Your dad is still a northerner.”
“I’m half a Jiangcheng person, as long as I can eat dumplings.”
Fu Chengque hummed a tune triumphantly.
There was no evening self-study today, and school let out early in the afternoon.
After packing their things, the two of them arrived at the nearby market together.
Neither of them were strangers to the market, so they felt comfortable there.
Fu Chengque was even more excited than Wen Yu, looking around, picking things up, pretending to inquire about prices, then making a face as if saying, “Too expensive, trying to cheat me, I’m going to the next stall,” and actually walking away without buying anything.
Passing by the fish stall, Fu Chengque pointed at a big fish and exclaimed loudly, “Wen Yu, look at the fish, it’s huge!”
“It’s a shark.”
“Can you eat shark?”
“Why not? Do you want to try? Shark meat dumplings.”
The shopkeeper chuckled, “Young man, cat shark, not often seen, want to try?”
Wen Yu said, “Sounds good, I don’t dare to eat it, but this girl here loves shark. Boss, how much per pound?”
The shopkeeper laughed heartily, realizing they were joking and not getting angry. Instead, he asked Fu Chengque, “Is this little girl so daring? Do you want to buy?”
Fu Chengque shook her head vigorously, “Boss, no, no, he’s just making it up, I dare not eat it.”
Originally, the two only had meat filling, dumpling wrappers, celery, chives, and some scallion ingredients in mind, but they ended up buying a lot more ingredients. They bought them first and piled them up to go back!
Back at Wen’s house, the two started preparing the filling and wrapping the dumplings in the kitchen.
“Fu, get the eggs, soy sauce, dark soy sauce, oyster sauce, salt, sugar, sesame oil, white pepper powder, and thirteen-spice powder!”
“Huh? Oh oh oh… wait wait wait, let me see.” Fu Chengque squinted and began to search, “Ah, you said too much at once, I can’t remember.”
“Eggs.”
“This egg is round, use this one!”
“Soy sauce.”
“This one.”
“This dark soy sauce, the one with the lighter color.”
“Oh oh hahaha I read it wrong, it’s indeed this one! It’s even written on it, I didn’t see it, sorry, you can take them all.”
“Oyster sauce.”
“Wen Yu, is oyster sauce really made from oysters?”
“Salt, sugar, and sesame oil, please.”
“Coming!”
“White pepper powder, thirteen-spice powder.”
“Is this Grandpa Wang Shouyi? If I pay respects to him, will the food taste better?”
Wen Yu looked at Fu Chengque as if she was crazy. “Are you out of your mind? Hurry up and bring them over, then wash the chives and celery separately.”
Fu Chengque grunted and started washing the vegetables, mumbling something incomprehensible.
Wen Yu couldn’t hear clearly from where he stood, but when he got closer, he could make out Fu Chengque muttering:
“I’m going to add some extra spice when we make the dumplings later, hehehe…”
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