Gui Lili often blocks the pool. Qian Fei feels that she seems to lack a lot of common sense in life, such as not knowing what can be poured into the pool and what cannot. The first two times she was heartbroken, she spent hundreds of dollars to hire someone to fix the pipes. The third time, Gui Lili told her that the sewer was blocked, and she was reluctant to call someone.
She recalled what the people who came twice before did, then rolled up her arms and sleeves and went into battle herself.
Although the process was a bit disgusting, the result was good. The sewer reluctantly became unblocked under the pull|poke of the wire in her hand. At this point, she happily realized that she had successfully mastered another survival skill - navigating the sewers.
She could solve the sewer problem at any time, but she started to face the trouble of running out of refrigerator again.
The vegetable market is a bit far from home, so she is used to buying more vegetables every time she goes there, usually enough for three to four days, and stores them in the refrigerator. But Gui Lili gradually turned the insulation layer of the refrigerator into her facial mask storage room. She stored facial masks as high as the mountains and as wide as the sea in the refrigerator! The first time he saw those facial masks having a meeting in the refrigerator, Qian Fei felt that even if he had ten faces and each face was huge, it would still take him ten years to use up the sticky stuff.
She couldn't open her mouth and said to Gui Lili: "You have too many facial masks, can you leave some room for me to put vegetables?" So she could no longer store vegetables in the refrigerator, and could only walk a lot more to the market every day. purchase.
Fortunately, the weather is getting cooler, and after the National Day, vegetables will not go bad even if they are not placed in the refrigerator. Qian Fei has never loved autumn so much as this year.
Before we knew it, it was the end of October, which was the most difficult period of the year in Beijing. Because there was no heating in the city during this period, it was very cold in winter, and the room felt like a big ice cellar with freezing hands and feet. Qian Fei can only console herself every day by watching those southern children on Weibo crying, "We also need to install heating in the south."
At least she still had hope. The whole city would be warm after two days of heating, but those poor southern compatriots could only endure the colder winters.
Recently, Qian Fei could always hear the two people next door arguing over trivial matters.
Sometimes she felt that love was so cruel and quarrels were so frequent like at work, so it would be better for her and Wang Ruohai to just break up happily.
They often make an earth-shattering noise over taking out the trash, sweeping the floor, tidying up the toilet, and doing laundry. As soon as the quarrel broke out, there was a cold war for two or three days. No one cleaned the house for two or three days. In the end, she had to clean up the garbage in the kitchen, living room, and study.
One night it got even worse. She came home and saw Gui Lili and Li Yifei arguing in the living room. The main battlefield has been moved from the bedroom to the living room. It seems that there is no room for feet. The main theme of the quarrel still revolved around the issue of housework.
Gui Lili said: Li Yifei, I am your girlfriend, not an old lady. You can't expect me to do anything!
Li Yifei said: Gui Lili, as a woman, isn't it your duty to wash clothes and cook?
Gui Lili said: I am an only child and my parents raised me as their son. Why should I do this!
Li Yifei said: If you can't even do these things well, are you still a woman?
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