After Rebirth, the Celebrity Daughter is the Medical Expert!-Chapter 391 - 293: Midnight Snack Needs a Taste of Real Life
The classic durable Arzberg kettle from Japan is very eye-catching. The enamel material is exceptionally thick, perfect for placing on the countertop.
Find a white vase for the lemon-yellow tulips, arrange them in the living room, adding brightness and cheerfulness.
In the bedroom, a beautiful lamp is enough to make one feel happy.
Late at night, turning on the light, its warm and romantic glow softens the spirit.
The sofa, soft like a soufflé, was also brought home by the children, greatly enhancing the sense of happiness, incredibly healing.
When one gets serious about tidying up the house, it’s easy to lose track of time.
At eleven at night, the whole city gradually quiets down.
Shi Wangyue, exhausted from work at the office, rushed to "The Future." Opening the door, he couldn’t help but be completely stunned.
He wondered, "What kind of magic is this? It makes someone who usually avoids housework transform the space into somewhere he could move into right now?"
Ning Youguang was laying out a rug in the living room. Seeing Shi Wangyue enter, she greeted him with a smile:
"You’re back?"
Shi Wangyue hadn’t recovered from the warm and touching sight before him.
He reflexively responded in a whisper, "Yeah."
However, his mind was quicker than his mouth, and a very sentimental line slipped out—"Every time I see you smile, the world becomes gentle."
He gently walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his face against her back.
"What’s the matter?" Ning Youguang sensed his deep attachment, asking softly.
Shi Wangyue closed his eyes, inhaling the light fragrance from her body, and gently sighed, "Lately, I’ve been dreaming that we’re about to get married. When will that day come?"
His voice was low, deep, and tender.
"Are you tired?" Ning Youguang gently changed the subject.
Shi Wangyue’s heart cooled but didn’t dare to press too hard.
He clearly remembered his sister saying something to him when they were young: "... Actually, as long as you’re calm and practical, you can easily and unknowingly achieve your goals. If you’re too forceful, causing a scene, too immature, without experience—crying, making noise, grabbing, pulling, like a child pulling at a tablecloth, you end up with nothing, only dragging the good things onto the ground, never being able to get them back."
"Yeah, I’m tired." He rubbed his cheek against her back again, "I need a hug."
Ning Youguang laughed softly, turning to embrace him.
Quietly, they held each other for a while, and Shi Wangyue, rejuvenated, examined each room in detail, snapping photos and recording a video to share in the "Has Xiaoxiao Laughed Today" family group chat.
The elders of the Xia family are all health enthusiasts, the kind who go to bed promptly by ten-thirty at night.
Now, only Xia Fei and Xia Dai were still awake, lying in bed, generously giving face.
They lavishly praised Shi Wangyue’s new place from an artistic and practical perspective.
[Organized by Youyou.] Shi Wangyue.
[Just casually take a picture, it could be featured in "Fashionable Home."] Xia Fei.
[Wow, Youyou could totally become a part-time interior blogger!] Xia Dai.
"Let’s go home." Turning off the phone, Shi Wangyue said very contentedly to Ning Youguang.
Hand in hand, the two went downstairs, Ning Youguang asked, "Did you have dinner?"
"No."
"Me neither." Shi Wangyue’s originally indifferent expression changed immediately, "Let’s go eat now."
Around "The Future" are upscale commercial areas, good for dates and business meetings, not so much for late-night snacks.
High-end enough, lacking in earthly flavor.
In such a tiring late night, Ning Youguang felt they must go out to eat something comforting to warm up.
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Shi Wangyue drove quietly while Ning Youguang, sitting in the passenger seat, scanned the streets on both sides like radar, hoping to quickly find a small shop for their night visit.
The flickering lights outside the window illuminated her face, making the night seem lively again.
"There’s a ’Nanchang Mixed Rice Noodle Shop’ with a long line," she suddenly pointed to a small restaurant ahead to the left.
Shi Wangyue slowly parked the car in a nearby lot.
As night approached, the streets of Beijing felt slightly chilly.
Shi Wangyue got out of the car, removing his suit jacket to drape over Ning Youguang’s shoulders, before holding her hand and walking into the noodle shop.
The small shop wasn’t big, with simple decor.
Luckily, it was reasonably clean and packed with people.
A glance revealed most customers enjoying the same dishes, each with a bowl of rice noodles and a pot of soup.
Everyone eating here seemed to have a look of satisfaction from the comfort of food.
The rice noodles were filling, and the soup warmed the stomach.
This combination was genuinely nice.
"I’ve had this for breakfast in Jiangxi, it’s tasty," Ning Youguang leaned on Shi Wangyue’s arm, peering towards the stove by the entrance.
"Mm." Shi Wangyue hadn’t tried Nanchang mixed rice noodles or visited Jiangxi.
But if his sister said it was good, he was willing to try it.
The chef was quick at frying the noodles, and their queue, though long, only lasted about ten minutes until it was their turn.
A friendly lady greeted them, "What would you like to eat, handsome guy and pretty lady?"
"One bowl of fried noodles, one bowl of mixed noodles, both with less chili," Ning Youguang ordered first.
"Alright."
The middle-aged chef at the boiler deftly picked a handful of white rice noodles from a bamboo basket and tossed them into the wok to fry.
"No chicken essence, MSG, green onions, cilantro, or garlic in either bowl," Ning Youguang quickly added.
The chef nodded silently, swiftly shaking the spoon of chicken essence he’d just scooped empty.
"Do you want anything else?" The lady continued smiling, "Our pot soups are very good; would you like a bowl each?"
Ning Youguang beamed, nodding, "I’d like a bowl of tea tree mushroom chicken soup."
She then turned to Shi Wangyue, "What soup do you want?"
Shi Wangyue looked at the bright red menu poster high on the wall, "Snow pear meatball soup."
He needed something to cool down lately.
"Also, a portion of hot and sour lotus root slices and braised beef." Ning Youguang continued ordering.
"Alright, find a seat," The lady swiftly flipped a menu page, attending to the next customer.
Once they sat down, Shi Wangyue asked Ning Youguang, puzzled, "Don’t you love spicy food? Why order with less chili?"
"You don’t understand!" Ning Youguang shook her head with a slight sigh, "You can completely disregard the ’less’ in less spicy for Jiangxi style; this unwritten rule applies to medium spice too."
Shi Wangyue was stunned, "Hotter than Hunan and Sichuan cuisines?"
They often enjoyed Hunan and Sichuan, always ordering medium spice.
Ning Youguang smiled faintly, "You’ll know once you try it."1314
