Chapter 356: No One Would Be That Blind, Right?

"What are you doing here so early in the morning?"

Qin Wenhao demanded, his voice gruff.

"Oh, I’m here with a message. My parents want to invite you and Sister-in-law to dinner. I was wondering if she’s free?"

"She’s been very busy lately. She doesn’t have time," Qin Wenhao rejected him outright.

Qin Wenshu was confused. "That busy? Not even on her days off? Don’t students get Sundays off?"

Just then, Fu Mingxue spoke up. "I don’t have class on Sunday, but I have to go to the research institute, and I might be there for a while."

"Then how about dinner on Friday?"

Seeing how insistent he was, Fu Mingxue felt it would be rude to refuse and nodded. "──That works."

Hearing those two words, Qin Wenshu, as if afraid she’d change her mind, quickly said, "Then it’s settled! Dinner at my place on Friday."

Fu Mingxue nodded. "Okay."

At that moment, Qin Wenhao walked over and shot Qin Wenshu a sideways glance. "Now that you’ve said your piece, isn’t it time for you to get lost?"

"Hey now, Brother Wenhuo, what’s the rush? I’ll just have a few more... Besides, you made so many of these pan-fried buns, you’ll never finish them all. They’ll spoil in this heat—"

Qin Wenhao sneered. "You don’t need to worry about that. We have a refrigerator."

Qin Wenshu was speechless. ’...Is having a refrigerator such a big deal?’

’Okay, fine, it is a pretty big deal.’

’After all, his family hadn’t managed to buy one yet.’

’His frugal mother wouldn’t allow it.’

Shoving a whole bun into his mouth, he asked indistinctly, "I’ll just have two more. By the way, where did you buy these pan-fried buns? I’ll have to go get some myself later. They’re delicious."

"Qin Wenhao made them himself." Fu Mingxue’s answer stunned Qin Wenshu.

He nearly choked to death on the bun he’d just swallowed without chewing properly.

After a few violent coughs, the crisis was averted.

"Sister-in-law, could you please not say such shocking things next time? Especially when I’m eating!"

’If I’d actually choked to death, I’d have been a laughingstock even in the afterlife.’

Fu Mingxue glanced at Qin Wenhao’s thunderous expression, then said with a smile, "Why would I try to shock you? Qin Wenhao really did make these pan-fried buns."

Qin Wenshu’s eyes widened. "Holy shit, for real? My Brother Wenhuo is so... domes—"

He swallowed the rest of the word when he met his cousin’s cold, murderous glare.

He quickly changed his tune. "I mean, my Brother Wenhuo is this amazing now? His cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds."

’If his skills are really this good, even if he gets discharged from the army, he could get a job as a head chef at a state-owned restaurant.’

Qin Wenhao kicked him. "You can get lost now."

Qin Wenshu gave a sheepish laugh. "I’m going, I’m going right now."

Before he left, he didn’t forget to shove one more bun into his mouth while grabbing several more with his other hand.

He vanished at the speed of light, leaving Qin Wenhao with a thunderous expression.

Qin Wenhao: ...?

He was thoroughly displeased that the freeloader had not only eaten his fill but also taken some to go.

In just that short amount of time, ten buns had disappeared from the large platter.

By this point, Fu Mingxue had finished eating.

"You should hurry and eat. I’ll go to school by myself today."

"Alright. Be careful on your way."

Qin Wenhao actually wanted to take her, but his wife had told him not to yesterday, so there was nothing he could do.

’Fortunately, he had gone with her on the first day.’

’Plenty of people at the school should know that Fu Mingxue is married, right?’

’Besides, his wife is a teacher now.’

’No student would be dumb enough to try anything, right?’

Fu Mingxue, of course, had no idea about all the schemes churning in his head.

After grabbing her green satchel from their room, she wheeled her bicycle out the door and headed for school.