Switched Marriage The Coddled Little Wife novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Is it Better to be Fat or Thin?

Wu Zhenfa, a southerner, is said to live deep in the mountains, where the journey is long and takes several days just to get home.

"How can we not ask him to come down? When the heavy snow falls in November or December, the construction progress will slow down, and then we’ll have time."

After saying that, he looked at Qin Yang, "Mr. Qin, what are you staring blankly for? I see that package, did your sister-in-law send some delicious food again? Is it for the brothers to taste?"

Don’t think he didn’t know who kicked him; since someone dared to kick his butt, he had to let them bleed a bit.

Sure enough, as soon as Bai Xiaoming finished speaking, Zhang Dawei’s eyes sparkled as he looked at him.

He had tasted the beef sauce made by Mr. Qin’s wife, and it was simply superb.

Li Wei had also heard about Qin Yang’s wife’s beef sauce, which was well-made, especially since even the goofball Zhang Dawei had tasted it, but he hadn’t.

Wu Zhenfa also joined in the teasing.

Qin Yang pursed his lips, negotiating, "Why don’t we talk about the relationship issues, Da Wei still doesn’t have a partner."

Zhang Dawei, "..."

If you’re reluctant to give it, then don’t, why hurt him?

Eventually, Qin Yang opened the package, and like before, besides beef sauce, there was spicy fried pepper. He simply let Zhang Dawei take two bowls, and poured out half a bottle of each for everyone to enjoy as a side dish.

Everyone who tasted the beef sauce couldn’t stop praising it.

Li Wei exclaimed, "No need to ask, your sister-in-law must be virtuous and beautiful. As the saying goes, ’skilled hands, kind heart’; such good culinary skills show she has a kind soul, and a beautiful soul means a beautiful appearance. Mr. Qin, do you agree with me?"

Qin Yang raised his glass to him, took a sip without saying a word.

Zhang Dawei looked at Li Wei with admiration, "Mr. Li, you’re so good at reading people. When will I be able to find a wife?"

Bai Xiaoming teased him, "So, you want a wife too? Want me to ask my wife to help you look around?"

"Yeah," laughed Zhang Dawei, showing his teeth, "That would be great. Before, neither Mr. Qin nor Mr. Wu nor I had partners, and we didn’t mind. But now Mr. Qin has a wife, and Mr. Wu has a partner; I’m the only one alone. Soon I won’t be able to join in your conversations."

Li Wei also laughed at him, "What can you not join in on?"

These guys weren’t all highly educated. He and Bai Xiaoming were promoted from working-class backgrounds to attend university, while Zhang Dawei just finished high school and took over his father’s job. Only Qin Yang and Wu Jianfa were genuine university students.

Zhang Dawei was straightforward and young. Plus, considering his father’s connections, they looked after him.

But they still had to tease him.

Zhang Dawei didn’t at all feel like he was being set up, speaking earnestly, "You know, that kind of... what you always talk about... like kissing a girl, going to bed with a girl, is it better if a woman is a bit chubby or skinny..."

"Poof—"

Now everyone at the table couldn’t hold back their laughter.

"Da Wei, let me tell you, you shouldn’t always listen to us about this. You’re still green; you should ask Mr. Qin’s opinion. Ask him how it feels to be in bed with a woman, whether it’s better if she’s chubby or skinny."

This time Zhang Dawei didn’t listen to Li Wei, shaking his head like a rattle.

Last time he had just asked Mr. Qin what kissing felt like, and ended up patrolling the construction route, 10 kilometers, which made his legs thin.

Dare he ask Mr. Qin about bed matters? That would be suicidal.

No one expected Zhang Dawei to have a moment of clarity at the critical moment, changing the subject with some other risqué jokes.

Qin Yang ate the fried peppers, picked up his glass of alcohol, and took a sip; the two spicy flavors spread in his mouth as the image of a petite woman flashed through his mind.

Slim, yet with flesh right where it should be.

......

The night wind rustled the leaves, creating a whispering sound that made this quiet night especially peaceful.

Under the dim yellow light, Qin Yang took out the letter from Lin Chuxia and read it over and over again, three times in one breath, before setting the paper down.

The light cast on his stern profile, reflecting a solitary and cold shadow on the wall. But looking closely at his eyes, a different emotion lingered.

She, unexpectedly, started doing business.

Is it because she thinks the money he earns isn’t enough, or can’t she get along with her family, that she went out to find something to do?

...

"Mr. Qin, doing laundry early in the morning?"

Li Wei came to the washroom to wash his face and saw Qin Yang washing clothes under the tap, casually greeted him.

"Yeah," Qin Yang responded, slightly shifting his position to block the other’s view.

Just after blocking Li Wei’s view, someone else entered the washroom.

Zhang Dawei yawned as he came in and saw the basin of clothes Qin Yang was washing, "Mr. Qin, washing sheets early in the morning, did you have a wild night?"

"Pfft—"

Li Wei sprayed out a mouthful of mouthwash loudly.

This Zhang Dalengzi.

Qin Yang’s face was so dark it could not get any darker, "Blind your dog eyes, I am washing clothes."

"Oh, oh."

Zhang Dawei didn’t know why Mr. Qin was angry again, clearly, he was washing sheets.

Men knew, washing sheets early in the morning, what else could it mean, everyone knows that, why get angry?

But knowing that the angry Mr. Qin was not to be messed with, he didn’t want to walk another ten kilometers.

After Li Wei finished washing up, he sympathetically patted Zhang Dawei’s shoulder, gave him a thumbs up while Qin Yang wasn’t looking, then left the washroom with his basin.

Outside, suddenly there was a burst of laughter from Li Wei.

Qin Yang furiously threw the sheets back into the basin, "Damn it!"

Zhang Dawei, with a toothbrush in his mouth and mouth full of foam, shrank tremblingly into a corner.

Weak, helpless, pitiful...

Who could tell him what on earth was going on?