Translation: muzgodass
Early the next morning, Mo Yanzhi woke up first. Looking at the arm around his waist, his feelings were complicated.
At this moment, Han Tingxuan opened his eyes.
When he met Mo Yanzhi's eyes, he was slightly stunned, and then smiled.
"Yanzhi, you are awake?"
Mo Yanzhi slowly lowered his eyes and responded softly. "Yes."
Han Tingxuan noticed that he was putting his arm around Mo Yanzhi's waist. It felt very warm and comfortable. Now it was getting cold. It was not bad to have such a warmer on winter days!
"Yanzhi, the weather is getting colder and colder. Our house still needs to be repaired."
Mo Yanzhi raised his head. "What do you want to do?"
"We should hire a few workmen to remodel the cottage all over again. We can hire many."
Mo Yanzhi thought about it and said, "You can build an extra building outside."
"I think so too," Han Tingxuan nodded. "We need a place to live. So there won't be changes to our living room for now."
The two of them got up and discussed some details before Mo Yanzhi went to make breakfast.
He made porridge with fine rice and fried a pancake.
Mo Yanzhi was rejected by Han Tingxuan when he was going to eat coarse food grain. "Food does not cost that much. So there's no need to save money."
Mo Yanzhi glanced at Han Tingxuan and could understand that Han Tingxuan was not testing him, not joking, nor was he satirizing him.
It was his first time to have a bowl of porridge that was made of fine rice since ever. Last night, he didn't eat much fine rice for the sake of saving more for the family. Until this morning, he had a whole bowl of fine rice for breakfast.
Mo Yanzhi felt more complicated.
Han Tingxuan still felt that it was not what exactly he wanted. The so-called fine rice was just ordinary rice, which was the most basic thing in his past life.
Now, they had fine rice, but you still needed vegetables for breakfast. But now they only had rice porridge and pancakes, plus the pancakes did not taste very pleasant. It was hard for Han Tingxuan to enjoy the breakfast.
Han Tingxuan knew that he was a picky eater, but anyone would go crazy if he ate like this every day!
Living standard was very important!
Thus, Han Tingxuan said, "Yanzhi, when you go out to hire workmen today, get some vegetables."
Mo Yanzhi paused and nodded. "Okay, I got it."
After breakfast, Mo Yanzhi went outside. Han Tingxuan was drawing designs at home.
Since they were going to remodel the house, he needed to design it himself.
Therefore, when Mo Yanzhi came back with more than ten workmen back, Han Tingxuan had finished a design draft. However, he did not show it to the workmen, but pulled Mo Yanzhi aside.
Mo Yanzhi did not understand the modern design but with Han Tingxuan's explanation, he quickly understood.
"Green bricks will be delivered later. We can start working here," said Mo Yanzhi.
"Alright, I don't understand this, so I'll leave it to you," said Han Tingxuan. "Today, I have to go to the town to see what we are doing in the future."
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