Chapter 38: 夜谈 (Night's Talk)

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In the evening, Zhong Ziqi and Zhao Zheng’an sat on the bed after dinner and counted the money.

Zhao Zheng’an sighed teasingly, “My wife is so great. I’m really under great pressure!”

Zhong Ziqi smiled at him and gave him a blank look: “What’s this under great pressure about?”

Zhao Zheng’an supported his chin with one hand and played the coins with the other hand: “Look, nowadays, you earn all the money for food and clothes, and I’ve become a waste( 吃軟飯).”

[吃软饭 ( 吃軟飯 ) chī ruǎn fàn =to live off a woman]

“What? You don’t like it?” Zhong Ziqi put the money away and said jokingly, “Ask any man in the village who is not happy to sit at home and count the money? They would rather not do anything.”

“That’s true, such a good and capable wife is making the villagers envious. Unfortunately, it’s no use envying since the person is mine.” Zhao Zheng’an said proudly.

The more Zhong Ziqi spent time with this man, the more he realised that sometimes this man looked silly and well-behaved on the surface, but in reality he was incredibly thick-skinned.

[Thick-skinned mean ‘shameless’]

For example, at the beginning, it was only because of Zhao Zheng’an’s interference that the two of them got through that most awkward period.

Now they are getting along just like before, Zhao Zheng’an still has the cheek to call him his wife, although he has repeatedly asked him to call him by his first name, but unfortunately he has turned a deaf ear to it.He still does as he pleases.Zhong Ziqi did not bother to correct him anymore, let him be happy, who told him to habitually spoil him.

Zhong Ziqi ignored his lack of tone and said with a straight face, “Zheng’an, I have an idea. Listen and tell me what you think about it?”

“Go ahead.” Zhao Zheng’an saw that he was serious so he became serious too.

“You see the two families, Zhao Amu and Huang Amu have been good to us so I want them to do business with us.”

“Frying ‘fried breadsticks’ with you too? I don’t think the chinese breadsticks business is appropriate. We have just the right amount of customers for our current business, if we add more I’m afraid we won’t have that many customers.” Zhao Zheng’an replied after some thought.

Zhong Ziqi looked at him in surprise: “You know a lot. Don’t say if you were at home eating and doing nothing, it would be such a waste for you.” Since he had recovered, he had never been to the pier once, so how could he tell?

Zhao Zheng’an grinning, showing his teeth, “That’s right, I’m good at a lot of things. You’ll see it later.”

Zhong Ziqi pondered, “Here’s what I’m thinking, let Zhao Amu and Huang Amu sell congee next to me. Chinese breadsticks are best served with congee. Add a little pickle and an egg would be extremely great too.If you had ‘jellied tofu’ that would be the best thing.”

“What is ‘jellied tofu’?” Zhao Zheng’an asked. He always heard unfamiliar words coming out of his mouth.

“It’s a food made with tofu. It’s delicious! But there are no tofu sellers.” Zhong Ziqi shook his head. His favourite food was soft bean curd.

豆腐脑= Jellied Tofu=Soft bean curd = Pudding Tofu = Bean curd Jelly = Flower Tofu = Tau Hua


“They sell it in our village . You wouldn’t forget, would you?”

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