Chapter 111 Wedding Anniversary
Chapter 111 Wedding Anniversary
Qiao Qin took a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm, and then asked, "When will he come back?"
The female employee shook her head, indicating that she didn't know: "I don't know about this either. If you have an urgent matter, maybe you can give him a call and ask."
Qiao Qin: “…”
The next few days.
Everything seems to be back on track.
Qiao Qin eats and drinks every day, plays with little Siqian, and occasionally goes to the company to deal with some design draft issues. She looks no different from usual.
Seeing this, Huo Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowly relaxed his vigilance.
Until a week later.
The seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar is not only the well-known Valentine's Day, but also has special significance for Qiao Qin, because it is not only the traditional Valentine's Day, but also her one-year wedding anniversary with Huo Yan.
Thinking back to this day last year, Qiao Qin felt an indescribable emotion surge in her heart.
That day, she and the man she had only met once went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their marriage certificate. However, on the second day after they entered the marriage hall, fate played a cruel joke on them - Huo Yan disappeared in a car accident, leaving her alone to face this sudden change.
To this day, Qiao Qin still wonders what her life would be like if she had not met Huo Yan.
"Xiao Qin and I may be back late, so the baby will be left in your care." Huo Yan's voice interrupted Qiao Qin's thoughts.
Upon seeing this, Aunt Song immediately nodded rapidly, with a smile as bright as a spring flower on her face.
"Sir and Madam, feel free to enjoy your time. I'll be looking after the young master, and nothing will go wrong."
Huo Yan was not originally a person who pursued a sense of ritual, but the experience during this period of time made him feel an indescribable sense of crisis. That is why he decided to spend a romantic date with Qiao Qin today.
On the road.
Looking around, almost everyone is in pairs. The air is filled with a sweet scent that makes people feel warm and happy involuntarily.
Huo Yan turned his head, looked at Qiao Qin tenderly, and asked softly, "Qin'er, is there any place you want to go in particular?"
Qiao Qin nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and gave an answer.
"Jinsha Street, right? I lived there when I was a kid, and only moved to the city with my parents when I was ten." Her voice was as sweet as a clear spring, with a hint of anticipation and nostalgia.
Huo Yan parked the car steadily at the corner of the street, then he gently took Qiao Qin's hand and led her into the bustling Jinsha Street.
On both sides of the street, the hawkers' shouts could be heard one after another.
"Pancakes, piping hot, two for ten yuan, don't miss them if you pass by!"
"Wowotou, 50 cents each, cheap and delicious, come and try it!"
......
Although time has passed and the street scene is different from what Qiao Qin remembers, those familiar sounds and smells seem to bring her back to the distant past.
Qiao Qin looked around, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"Boss, give me two pancakes." Qiao Qin said with a smile.
The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a warm smile on his face. He looked up at Qiao Qin and asked, "Okay, little girl. We have eggs, ham, pork floss, lettuce, chili sauce and sweet noodle sauce. Which filling do you want?"
Qiao Qin hesitated for a moment, then said firmly: "I want to add all the fillings."
In her mind, eating a pancake with all the ingredients added to it is a scene she had imagined countless times in her dreams when she was a child.
There were a few simple wooden tables and plastic stools next to the stall. Qiao Qin directly pulled Huo Yan beside her to sit down.
Huo Yan was wearing a neat suit, looking particularly tall and handsome. However, next to this snack stand full of the atmosphere of the market, he was like a noble phoenix that suddenly fell into the mortal world, and seemed out of tune with the surrounding environment.
"Pfft——"
A smile involuntarily appeared on Qiao Qin's lips. Her laughter was like the breeze in the morning, gently blowing across the noisy street corner.
Huo Yan has lived a life of luxury since childhood, so he has probably never been to a place like this.
Qiao Qin's eyes sparkled with curiosity, and she couldn't help but ask softly, "How does it feel? Does it taste okay?"
Huo Yan took a light bite of the pancake in his hand, still maintaining his innate grace and elegance in his every move. The taste of the pancake seemed completely different from the delicacies he usually tasted.
He nodded slightly and said two words lightly: "Not bad."
For Huo Yan, this was a very novel experience.
However, this is just the beginning.
Qiao Qin and Huo Yan strolled side by side in the bustling food street, the street lights reflecting the smiles on their faces. From sweet milk tea to crispy fried chicken, to steaming hot spicy hot pot, Qiao Qin was like a guide, taking Huo Yan from the beginning to the end of the street.
To Master Huo, these might be "junk food" that he rarely tasted on weekdays, but at this moment, it was like the door to a new world was opened to him, and he was full of novelty and curiosity about every kind of food. He savored the taste of each kind of food, with satisfaction and pleasure flashing in his eyes.
"This was my favorite egg cake when I was a child. I didn't expect that after so many years, the taste has not changed."
"This is Uncle Chen's fried skewers, you can try it."
"this......"
They were just like an ordinary couple. Qiao Qin was introducing various snacks, and Huo Yan was listening quietly, revealing a doting smile from time to time.
Night gradually falls, the stars are twinkling, and the bright moonlight fills the earth.
at this time.
Huo Yan suddenly stopped and turned to look at Qiao Qin, "Come on, I'll take you to a special place."
"Where?" Qiao Qin asked curiously.
Huo Yan raised his lips slightly and said, "You'll know when you get there."
Since it was their first wedding anniversary, how could he not have prepared anything?
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