How Did I Become an F1 Driver?-Chapter 509 - 224: End of the Triple Header (6K, Still Owe 1/2 Updates)

Zhou Guanyu’s eyes lit up the moment he heard it. Because he needed to control his weight for the F1 tests, he hadn’t been eating well these past few days.

Even for tests, if you go over the weight limit, the FIA will cancel your results and may even impose fines. And if you’re overweight or underweight and helping the team with testing, the data you produce won’t be what the team wants, because it’s inaccurate.

Naturally, Zhou Guanyu hadn’t had heavy-oil, high-salt foods like hotpot in a long time.

"You’re something else, Qimeng!" Zhou Guanyu sincerely remarked, "What did Qin Miao do in his past life to find such an outstanding wife like you?"

During this time, Qimeng had also wrapped up her tasks and shut her computer before she got up and walked to Qin Miao, who had just changed his shoes and entered the house.

After greeting Qin Miao with a hug, she laughed and said, "Maybe I saved the world in my past life to meet Qin Miao?"

Zhou Guanyu glanced at Qin Miao and retorted dismissively, "Does he deserve it?"

Qin Miao was displeased, "Old Zhou, speak properly. I’m, after all, the first F1 driver in Chinese history, and the driver to win a stage race in the shortest time in his career. This was even on the news, with a special segment about me on the national news broadcast.

I advise you to watch your tongue."

After listening to Qin Miao, Zhou Guanyu smacked his lips.

Damn, thinking about it, this guy is indeed pretty impressive...

"Alright, alright, you guys are bickering just after getting back, aren’t you tired? Wash your hands and eat," Qimeng interrupted their banter.

"Let’s go, let’s go."

"Wife, are you eating too?"

"Yeah." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

The three of them found their usual spots at the dining table and turned up the temperature of the hotplate.

Soon, steam started rising from the hotpot broth, filling the air.

Qin Miao took a sip of the Coke that Qimeng had poured for him, and as he watched the misty steam, he exhaled contentedly.

"So relaxing."

...

After dinner, Qin Miao didn’t have any extra activities planned for the evening.

After a full F1 race, followed by interviews, press conferences, fan interactions, post-race meetings, and flying and driving,

Qin Miao was truly exhausted when he got home, so after a shower, he went to bed early, cuddling Qimeng’s soft and fragrant body.

By the next morning, Qin Miao woke up feeling refreshed. That’s the good thing about being young — no matter how tired you are one day, a good night’s sleep erases all the fatigue.

It’s Monday today, a rest day.

After three busy weeks, Qin Miao didn’t even want to touch the simulator. He just wanted to relax at home with his wife and be a couch potato for a day.

Zhou Guanyu wasn’t in a hurry to leave either. Though he had been studying intensively lately to improve his competitiveness,

having a friend like Qin Miao who drives F1 is invaluable. Even though Qin Miao might get impatient when you ask him questions, he never hesitates to share his knowledge without expecting anything in return. Having such a good teacher without paying fifty thousand US Dollars a day for the privilege — let alone the fact that no one else like him is available on the market right now.

So, Zhou Guanyu also stayed at Qin Miao’s house, just as there was a room for Qin Miao and Qimeng at Zhou Guanyu’s place, Qin Miao’s house had a special room for Zhou Guanyu, with everything he needed.

Zhou Guanyu was quite comfortable staying at Qin Miao’s place.

With Zhou Guanyu acting as a light bulb nearby, Qin Miao didn’t get too clingy with Qimeng at home.

On this rare Monday off, Qin Miao didn’t feel like exercising either. After getting up, washing up, and having breakfast, he grabbed his fishing gear and sun protection equipment and headed out to fish.

Upon reaching the fishing spot they frequently visited, they set everything up, plonked down two small stools on the ground, and started preparing for fishing.

Mixing bait, laying feed.

While waiting for the fish to congregate, they prepared the fishing lines and hooks, baited them with corn, and began fishing.

During the wait for the fish to bite, Qin Miao and Zhou Guanyu started chatting.