"Then what are you going to do?" Song Zhiwen opened the bag, opened a can of beer, and handed it to Han Yan.
Han Yan waved his hand and said, "Drink by yourself first. I'll go down to buy groceries at five."
He paused and then said, "I haven't thought of a good idea yet. I can only delay it. I haven't told Xiao Ran or my family yet."
"It's not a good idea to delay it like this. I'm telling you, it's better to come clean as soon as possible. It's either a fight or a death. But if there's really no hope, you'll die sooner or later. It's better to do it earlier, so you don't have to worry all day."
"Of course you think so. When have you been in a relationship for more than a month? I've been with Xiao Ran for four years. I'm afraid she'll take things too hard. "
"Bullsh * t, she'll take things too hard? I've seen Lu Yunran many times. How can I not tell? She's a traditional woman who only wants to get married once in her life. If there's no hope for you, she won't pester you. She's so beautiful. Why would she want to hang herself on a crooked tree like you? "
Han Yan was silent.
Song Zhiwen realized that his words were a bit too harsh. He added, "My words are a bit harsh. Don't take it to heart. I'm doing it for your own good."
"I know," Han Yan said in a low voice. "I understand. I knew her character from the moment I fell in love with her. "
"I thought the same. I used to think that this girl was beautiful and reliable. I thought that she would follow you wholeheartedly after marriage. Where else can you find such a good girl?"
Song Zhiwen thought to himself, You're even worse than her. You're both idiots who fall in love with the goal of marriage.
"I always feel that if we get married, we'll be the most loving couple in the world. We'll go to work together in the morning, cook together in the evening, take a walk in the park after dinner, have a child, and grow old slowly."
Song Zhiwen couldn't help but say, "Do you think this is love? Why do I feel that it has already surpassed love and become familial?" Song Zhiwen thought of Yang Guo, whose name was only one syllable different from Han Yan's. Yang Guo and Xiao Longnu were able to stay in the tomb for a lifetime. This fellow's thoughts were not to be outdone!
Han Yan smiled and said, "Of course it's not something a playboy like you can imagine. I'm just thinking about it. You know I don't have any great ambitions. I just want to live a simple but happy life."
Han Yan picked up the kettle on the coffee table and poured himself a cup of water. He took a sip and said, "Who knew that before we got married, I would have a daughter. She messed up the original plan. But, you know what? Now that I have a daughter, I feel that I am much happier than before. Every day, I feed her, bathe her, and change her diapers. When she laughs, I laugh too. When she cries, I feel sad too."
Song Zhiwen shook his head and said, "You are enjoying it. Moreover, you are isolated from the world. I can tell at a glance. How many days have you not shaved? You haven't even taken care of your hair properly, right?"
Han Yan touched his chin. The stubble on his beard was as long as a knuckle. He smiled embarrassedly and said, "I didn't pay attention. I'll go get it shaved later."
"Have you thought it through? With this daughter, you are no different from a divorcee with a child! No, it's even worse. You have become a father before marriage," Song Zhiwen said.
Han Yan said resolutely, "I have already thought it through. No matter what, I will raise Qiqi."
"Qiqi? That's the name Wu Yue gave her?"
"No, I gave it to her. Han Luoqi, as in Luo and Qi."
"Yes, that's a nice name. Alright, I won't try to persuade you. I can only wish you good luck. However, regarding Lu Yunran, I don't think you will succeed," Song Zhiwen said.
"I can only take one step at a time." Han Yan sighed.
Han Yan stood up and opened the bedroom door to take a look at Qiqi. She was still sleeping peacefully. He closed the door and said to Song Zhiwen, "I am going to buy groceries. You stay at home and help me look after Qiqi. She is still sleeping. There is no big problem. If there is anything, call me."
Song Zhiwen drank his beer and waved at him. He looked up and said, "No problem. Go ahead and come back early. I feel anxious to look after the child alone."
There was a market near the community. Han Yan did not shop much. He simply bought half a bundle of vegetables, two tomatoes, and a bag of beef. There were eggs and ingredients at home, so there was no need to buy them for the time being.
When he got home, Qiqi had just woken up. Han Yan quickly put down the vegetables in his hands, washed his hands, and went to take over from Song Zhiwen, who was at a loss.
After changing Qiqi's diapers, Han Yan did not rush to make milk for her. Instead, he poured some warm water into the milk bottle to feed her. The nurse had said that Qiqi was not breastfeeding, so she had to drink more water.
"Qiqi, this is Uncle Zhiwen. Did you say hello to Uncle Zhiwen?" Han Yan teased her.
However, it was obvious that plain water was not as good as milk. Qiqi wrinkled her little nose as she drank and vomited a lot. Han Yan was not prepared, and his chest was wet.
Song Zhiwen watched as Han Yan fed her water and changed her clothes. He was so busy that he shook his head and ignored him. He connected his computer to Han Yan's computer desk and started playing Transmigration Online.
After busying himself for half an hour, Qiqi went to sleep again. Han Yan was free again. He glanced at Song Zhiwen, who was playing in full swing, and said, "You play first. I'm going to cook, and I'll accompany you at night." However, Song Zhiwen did not pay any attention to him.
After Han Yan graduated, his culinary skills had improved greatly. Perhaps it was because he had become smarter, so he learned everything quickly. Originally, he had only studied his culinary skills on the computer. Now, he had become a "master chef." Of course, this title had not been approved by the country. It had been crowned by Song Zhiwen, the foodie.
Han Yan washed the rice, put it in a finger and a half of water to cook, and plugged in the rice cooker. At this time, Song Zhiwen turned his head and said, "Hey, wait. My mom asked me to bring two sausages for you. I forgot. Cut a section to make the preserved rice. The one you made last time was super delicious. I'm drooling just thinking about it."
Han Yan's head was full of black lines. "Why didn't you say so earlier? It takes a long time to make preserved rice."
Song Zhiwen took out two sausages from the bag and handed them over with a smile. "It's okay. It's okay to eat it later. Who told me to like it?"
The sausages that Song Zhiwen brought over were very beautiful. The white fat formed a sharp contrast with the red lean meat. They were tight and elastic to the touch and smelled very fragrant. At first glance, one could tell that they were authentic high-quality Cantonese sausages that were hard to find in the market.
Han Yan unplugged the electricity. The preserved rice had to be soaked in water for an hour first. Han Yan also boiled water. Some of it was used to disinfect the baby's pacifier, and some of it was poured into a plate. He cut a long section of sausages and soaked it in water.
A series of compact but rhythmic sounds of the knife rang out. Han Yan's left hand pressed on the beef, his middle finger pressed against the knife, and his right hand held the knife. When the kitchen knife fell, it was clean and tidy. With a gentle pull, it was lifted up without any hesitation. His left hand followed the movement of his right hand to the left. In less than ten seconds, the beef was cut into thin but uniform slices of meat. After cutting the beef, Han Yan took out the sausages, cut them into slices, and put them on a small plate.
Since they had to wait, Han Yan washed his hands and sat behind Song Zhiwen to watch him play. Song Zhiwen was quite good at playing with an AK. His headshot rate was very high, but this guy was always a little addicted to playing games. He held the gun and rushed forward. Often, after killing two or three people, he would be surrounded and beaten up.
Seeing that it was about time, Han Yan brushed a layer of oil over the pot, and then poured the rice and water into it. There was no casserole at home, so Han Yan had to make use of the rice cooker to make the preserved rice.
Han Yan did not stay idle while the rice was cooking. He chose the vegetables, beat the eggs in a bowl, and peeled the tomatoes and cut them into small pieces. Originally, the tomatoes could be eaten without the skin, and they were more nutritious. However, Song Zhiwen disliked the skin, so Han Yan had to give up. Han Yan first boiled the tomato and egg soup. He did not plan to do too much today, so he chose the simplest tomato and egg soup.
When the soup was ready, the rice was almost done. Han Yan placed the sausages on top of the rice and continued to cook. After two or three minutes, he put in a few pieces of vegetables, closed the lid, and pulled out the plug.
Qiqi then quickly stir-fried a plate of beef and a plate of vegetables. Tonight's dinner was ready.
"Zhiwen, come and eat the dinner." Han Yan placed the dishes on the table and called Song Zhiwen to work.
"Okay, I'm starving." Song Zhiwen decisively logged out of the game, locked the computer, and ran over. He picked up a piece of meat and threw it into his mouth.
"Oh, delicious. Lao Yan, the beef you fried is amazing. It's smooth and tender. It's so fragrant!" Song Zhiwen praised.
"Damn, you ate without washing your hands. Go and wash the dishes." Han Yan scolded him while scrubbing the pot.
Before serving, Han Yan used soy sauce, sugar, sesame oil, and other ingredients to make a small bowl of sauce. He turned on the rice cooker and poured it over the preserved rice. For a moment, the whole room was filled with the fragrance of the preserved meat. Song Zhiwen, who was washing the dishes, drooled all over the floor.
"Delicious!" Song Zhiwen didn't have any table manners at all. He praised loudly and quickly dug into the rice that exuded the golden yellow sausage oil. From time to time, he would pick up a piece of beef dripping with juice and stuff it into his mouth.
Han Yan didn't waste time with him. Anyway, this guy would never be polite in front of him. He picked up the food and tasted it carefully. He was a little proud. "My culinary skills are getting better and better!"
What was the happiest thing for a chef? It was that there were people appreciating their dishes! With the praise of Song Zhiwen, this foodie, Han Yan ate even more happily.
After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Song Zhiwen consciously ran to wash the dishes. After Han Yan cleaned up the pots, bowls, ladles, and spoons, he made milk powder for Qiqi.
Qiqi was very punctual. She woke up at almost eight o'clock. Han Yan skillfully fed her milk and waited on her until she fell asleep.
Han Yan felt that Qiqi was really obedient. In the past few days, she rarely cried. Other than wetting the bed and crying when she was hungry, she didn't give him any trouble.
After cleaning up, Han Yan went to take a shower and wash the clothes.