HLnovel Chapter 202 Dreaming
Chapter 202 Dreaming
The weekends off were actually He Qiaoyun's own choice to rest.
She took a break, but she was worried about leaving her employees to work overtime at the factory alone, fearing that something might happen and cause trouble.
So let's just have a two-day weekend together. Only when we're well-rested can we have the energy and spirit to work.
After eating takeout for several days in a row, she got tired of it and opened the refrigerator to cook, only to find that the vegetables she had bought a couple of days ago had all gone bad.
The refrigerator was provided by the landlord; it was very cheap and didn't keep food very fresh. Luckily, the meat was in the freezer.
But she didn't really want to eat zombie meat, so she went downstairs to the market and bought fresh meat.
Since tomorrow is the weekend, she leisurely prepared three dishes and a soup for herself.
Stir-fried beef with pickled cabbage, braised shrimp, lettuce with oyster sauce, served with a yam and pork rib soup, and dumplings with lotus root and pork filling.
I made the dumplings on a whim. After leaving the market, I saw someone selling lotus roots by the roadside, saying they were picked from their own pond.
The lotus root still had mud on it, looked very fresh, and was inexpensive.
Lotus root in autumn is like ginseng in the water, good for the body, so she bought a section of lotus root, then went back to buy two yuan's worth of dumpling wrappers, and went home to defrost the pork in the freezer and made a single serving of dumplings.
These dishes look like a lot, but they're just right for one person.
I ate while watching TV, and time passed slowly. I didn't finish dinner until 8:30.
I was too lazy to move after eating, so after clearing the table and piling the bowls in the kitchen sink, I sat on the sofa with my laptop and continued watching TV.
At that moment, she finally understood why men always liked to leave the dishes in the kitchen and say they would wash them later—because it felt really good to lie down and rest after eating.
Of course, the difference is that when they say they'll wash later, it means they're waiting for someone to take pity on them and help them wash, while she has to wash herself.
I watched episode after episode of the show until 10 p.m., until my phone, which I had tossed aside, started beeping.
She paused the call, picked up her phone, and saw that the chat in her work group was constantly ringing.
Chi Ying: [President He, the video I just posted has gone viral!]
Yu Yan: [In just three or four hours, it garnered hundreds of thousands of likes!]
Fang Zhao: [President He is really popular!]
Xiaochun: [I watched it go from a few thousand likes to hundreds of thousands of likes with my own eyes! That's amazing!]
Deng Heng: [Congratulations!]
He Qiaoyun was so focused on watching the drama that she didn't even notice her phone. Besides, she was used to her phone ringing all the time. After being famous for so long, she had become calm and unfazed.
Seeing how excited the children were, she couldn't help but smile and reply: "Yes, I saw it. You all took such great photos."
Then, I sent a 600 RMB red envelope in the group chat: "[Treat yourself to a milk tea.]"
They happily opened the red envelopes, some receiving over a hundred yuan, others receiving only a few dozen. They flooded the screen with "Thank you, boss."
It's rare to encounter such a generous boss, so they each took screenshots and posted them on their WeChat Moments to show off.
After receiving the last red envelope and earning eighty yuan, He Qiaoyun put down her phone, stretched, and went to wash up.
After taking a shower and lying in bed, I planned to visit several test drive locations tomorrow.
After searching for the address and entering it into my notes, a message from Feng Jiashu popped up: "Tomorrow's the weekend, any plans?"
He Qiaoyun: [Go check the car.]
Feng Jiashu: [What time do you usually leave home?]
He Qiaoyun: [A little after nine o'clock.]
Feng Jiashu: [Hmm.]
As if timed perfectly, Liu Biao sent a message at the same time: "[Qiaoyun, are you going to look at cars this weekend? If you go alone, you're likely to get ripped off. Take me with you, I'll go and give you some support, I guarantee they won't dare to cheat you.]"
He Qiaoyun exited the chat window with Feng Jiashu, turned to Liu Biao's profile picture, and replied: "No need, I can go myself."
Liu Biao: [Just think of me as your driver.]
He Qiaoyun: [I have an electric scooter, which is very convenient for getting around. Driving, on the other hand, is always stuck in traffic.]
Liu Biao stopped replying.
She rubbed her forehead; Liu Biao was definitely not listening, he was stubborn.
Well, having someone knowledgeable about cars accompany me isn't bad; it reduces the risk of being ripped off. People would be begging for that, so I won't dwell on it.
She turned off the screen, put down her phone, and turned off the lights in the room.
Just as I was feeling drowsy, I suddenly remembered that the dishes in the kitchen hadn't been washed and the clothes in the washing machine hadn't been dried.
After struggling for two minutes, she decided to go to sleep first.
No wonder men all want to marry a bride.
I wish she could marry a virtuous man.
That night, she had a dream. She dreamt that she woke up early in the morning, went into the kitchen, and saw two tall men standing by the sink, arguing and washing dishes.
The next moment, both men turned to look at her at the same time; one was Feng Jiashu, and the other was Liu Biao.
When they saw her, they each presented her with a clean plate, eager to show off their good deeds.
She gave an awkward laugh, turned around and tried to run away, but they grabbed both her hands.
Liu Biao: "Qiaoyun, I've waited for you for thirty years, why can't you even look at me once more..."
Feng Jiashu: "Qiaoyun, I wish I had met you sooner. I didn't understand love before, but after meeting you, I realized that I could actually meet my true love in this lifetime..."
Liu Biao pulled her into his arms and scolded Feng Jiashu, "Who do you think you are? I advise you to stay away from Qiaoyun."
Feng Jiashu didn't even glance at Liu Biao. He gently lifted He Qiaoyun's hand, kissed her palm, looked deeply into her eyes, and said, "Qiaoyun, your feelings for him are only friendship and guilt. The person you love is me."
Neither of them wanted to respond. He Qiaoyun withdrew her hand, turned and ran. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and the blinding sunlight shone into the room through the gauze curtains.
She patted her chest and murmured, "Thank goodness, it was just a dream."
I checked my phone and it was only 6:30.
As people get older, even if they go to bed early, they also wake up early.
After washing up, I went into the kitchen and saw the pile of dishes and chopsticks in the sink. Suddenly, I remembered the scene from my dream.
She'll behave herself if a man actually washes the dishes for her.
I'll just wash it myself.
She put on gloves, cleaned up the pots and pans, and then felt hungry.
Looking at the clean and tidy kitchen, I couldn't bear to make breakfast, and I was too lazy to go out, so I ordered takeout.
After having breakfast, she casually put on an outfit and applied light makeup. Around nine o'clock, she picked up her keys and went out.
Last night I specifically charged my electric scooter, and when I went to the parking shed behind the building, I found that it was not only fully charged, but had also been moved aside.
She put the charger back into the seat, then inserted the key, drove out of the shed, and as she circled back to the front, her gaze was suddenly drawn to two black cars parked downstairs.
A Jeep Wrangler and a Range Rover.
Immediately afterwards, the doors of both cars opened, and two men got out: Liu Biao and Feng Jiashu.
He Qiaoyun stopped her electric scooter, staring blankly at the two of them, inexplicably recalling her dream from last night... Aren't dreams supposed to be the opposite of reality? This one wasn't...
Liu Biao secretly shot Feng Jiashu a glare, then strode over to He Qiaoyun, asking in a jealous tone, "You still called him?"
He Qiaoyun's eyes darted away unconsciously, and as she looked up, Feng Jiashu was already standing in front of her.