My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago

Chapter 103: Why is it gone?

Chapter 103: Why is it gone?@@@@

The night deepened.

At some point, the wind had picked up outside, whistling mournfully. Families lit up their homes, hiding in the warmth of their houses to prepare dinner. Xu Wenbin’s underfloor heating was remarkably effective, far better than the radiators at Xu Qing’s place. Even wearing a sweater felt too warm.

“Aren’t you going to help?” someone asked.

“There’s barely any space in there for them, let alone me.”

Two women were busy wrapping and cooking dumplings in the kitchen, while the breadwinner of the family lounged around with a teacup, wandering between the living room and the study. Xu Qing eagerly waited for the dumplings to finish cooking, rushing over to help carry bowls and pour vinegar when they were ready.

“Smells amazing! So good!”

Looking at the pot with barely any dumplings broken open, he praised the aroma while giving Jiang He a big thumbs-up.

“You can smell how good they are?” Jiang He asked, bemused.

“Of course! Anything you two make smells fantastic!” Xu Qing cheerfully carried the dumplings to the table, then hurried back to wait for Zhou Suzhi to fill more bowls.

Steaming hot dumplings were placed on the table, while a batch of uncooked ones waited in the kitchen to be boiled when everyone had almost finished eating. In Jiang City, a northern region, dumplings weren’t filled with the variety of ingredients found in the south, like shrimp, fish, and vegetables. Here, they were mostly made with rich, hearty meat fillings—beef, lamb, or pork, all formed into large meatballs.

The pork and green onion dumplings, dipped in vinegar, were simply delicious.

The family gathered around the table to eat. Jiang He, reserved in Xu Qing’s family setting, didn’t speak as casually as usual but clearly enjoyed herself. Her expression showed it all as she listened to the father and son banter about topics ranging from domestic to international, from Jiang City to Luo City.

“Is it good?” Zhou Suzhi asked, noticing Jiang He eating with focused determination and smiling warmly.

“Mhm, it’s amazing!” Jiang He exclaimed.

Hearing her comment, Xu Qing, who had been arguing with his father about why Jiang City lagged behind Luo City in development, glanced sideways at her.

She knows how to use “amazing” now?

“If you like it, have some more. We can always cook another batch,” Zhou Suzhi said kindly. When she had taught Jiang He to make dumplings earlier, she’d noticed the calluses on her palms and could guess that the girl had endured a tough life before. Her obvious delight while eating was rare to see.

Xu Qing’s usual exaggerations about her hardships suddenly seemed more credible. Here she was, a girl who had climbed out of the mountains into Jiang City, likely overcoming countless struggles along the way.

This is the cultural difference between north and south. It’s not just about the times; regional differences create entirely different perceptions...”

Xu Qing started to ramble, holding Winter Melon (the cat) and gazing at the ceiling. His mind wandered to the image of Jiang He with her sleeves rolled up, wrapping dumplings, a small flame flickering in his heart.

Jiang He, listening to his musings, took off her jacket and stretched before turning on the computer. While waiting for it to boot up, she went to the kitchen to check on the fish they’d been keeping. The fish, still alive, swam energetically in a water system Xu Qing had rigged up—a tilted basin trickling water into a bucket, which he claimed oxygenated the water, simulating “fake living water.”

It was something he had picked up from Xu Wenbin, though its reliability was questionable. Still, the fish hadn’t died yet, patiently waiting to be sacrificed when the two of them felt like eating it.

“...When they fry eggs, they call it ‘pocket eggs.’ For us, frying is frying, and ‘pocket eggs’ are boiled ones. And tofu pudding! They love it sweet; we eat it savory.

But it flips for zongzi—we eat sweet, they eat savory. These taste preferences are just bizarre...”

Jiang He listened quietly. Though the computer was ready, she didn’t start gaming, instead casually browsing the web.

Finally, Xu Qing poured himself a glass of water and peeled an orange to keep busy.

“That’s it?” Jiang He asked, puzzled when he stopped talking.

“What?”

“You’re done?”

“Yeah, what else do you want to hear?”

Jiang He gave him a sidelong glance and shook her head, clicking her mouse. Usually, his long-winded lectures ended with some ploy for a hug or a handhold. Why was today different?

“I’m going to shower. Help yourself if you’re hungry—those sunflower seeds and candies are for eating,” Xu Qing said, scratching his head at her odd expression. He placed a couple of candies by her computer before heading to the bedroom for his pajamas.

Maybe she’s just awestruck by my vast knowledge, he mused.

The sound of water filled the apartment as Xu Qing showered. Jiang He fiddled with the mouse, opening Xu Qing’s channel to watch some of his older videos. The latest one featured kiss scenes from period dramas.

One couple after another kissed in various poses—flying, embracing, lying down, sitting, wielding swords, bleeding, on wedding nights or before dying...

In short, shameless!

Jiang He stared at the five-minute video, her eyes wide. Sensing Xu Qing was nearly done showering, she closed it quietly and switched to the news.