Back in his new apartment, Xiaoqiang placed the rescued wine and food along with the skewers he had just bought from the roadside together, and earnestly asked Qian.
"Buddy, how do you feel about my place?"
"It's nice, just missing a hostess." He was having fun, and she was eagerly playing along too.
"Don't talk about women when drinking—uh, actually, a bit of conversation about them can be good for family harmony." Deep into the role, Xiaoqiang nearly blurted out the classic line men use when they brag while drinking, but sensing danger, he quickly shifted his tone, putting on a righteous face.
"How about I tell you how wonderful my lady is?"
Qian waved her hand, forget about it.
She also wanted to step out of the role and find someone to talk to about what's on her mind. It didn't really matter what capacity he spoke to her in; what mattered was that they were having fun together.
