Secret Love Nest 2018

The Balcony pt1

But just as I think that the party was over and done with, a couple of days later, I received a wooden crate filled with gifts and thank you notes.

Mama sent the gifts, but not all the items there are from her.

Mama's note reads: Most of the gifts came from our friends who attended the party you organized, Dayu. They want to thank you.

I was surprised. What? I never expected to receive anything much less a crate full of gifts.

But I still excitedly inspected the crate and it's content.

They sent me wines, cheeses and teas. One person sent me a beautifully crafted coasters, two of them, really aesthetic looking. I fell in love with those coasters.

People sent food too. Native sweets from JiLin and Shaanxi. The couple from Hebei sent me a set of embroidered table placemats. The details on those mats are amazing. They look expensive as well.

And the notes were attached on the gifts, most of them conveyed congratulations and thanking me for a wonderful time they had on the party I helped organize for them.

Mama's notes remind me that she wants to have a day with me so she can treat me. She sent me a tea set in delicate design. I now have three tea sets in my possession.

I feel happy receiving these gifts. I didn't expected them but it's so nice that my efforts were recognized. That I have something to show for the work I did. And for people to tell me that I did well. Even though I doubted myself and my confidence was not that high about my skills in supervising the preparation for that party, they still appreciated me.

It's nice.

Plus the gifts they sent are things we can use or eat. That's nice of Qing's parents' guests.

Speaking of Qing...

Qing and I experienced a time out from each other one morning. We...how to say this...

Piss each other off again.

Which is nothing new, I mean, can you name one couple who hasn't had a spat now and then? No, right? Every relationship go through obstacles and that is healthy. I mean, if we will be honest about this, I think it's about time that Qing and I got into a shouting match.

(There is a shouting match that happened?)

Did I say that we shouted at each other? Okay...maybe it's implied but let's face it, Qing and I had been all lovey dovey these past few weeks and it's just sickeningly sweet so we decided that we will change the mode of our relationship to bitter and salty.

It's called spicing things up. I mean, did we almost broke up while putting spice on our relationship? Maybe...

(*gasp* you and Baba almost broken up? What the hell?)

Exactly! It was hellish to understand the man. I mean really...in almost a decade of knowing me, why can't Qing accept the fact that I will never be someone that can be told what to do or caged to safety? Or controlled.

And we fought about that. I don't need Qing to control me.

(Is it Baba's fault why you two fought? Because he is controlling?)

No, it's my fault.

(Huh? What the hell...?)