An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 351 How Caring He Is~
After a good night's sleep, Meng Youyou woke up early the next morning to find herself alone in bed. She slipped on her slippers and got out of bed, rubbing her messy long hair as she followed muscle memory to the bathroom on her right, brushing her teeth with her eyes closed the entire time.

At this stage, Meng Youyou is still in a semi-conscious state. Her body is physically present but her soul is not. She has no thoughts and relies entirely on the physical memories developed through long-term training. After brushing her teeth and putting her headband on her forehead, she was about to turn on the water to wash her face when she suddenly heard the sound of pots and pans coming from the direction of the living room. Meng Youyou opened her eyes instantly, immediately turned off the tap, and went out following the sound.

At this moment, the person is truly awake, and the brain begins to think and function.

There was someone in the kitchen—a tall figure with his back to her, wearing the Winnie the Pooh yellow apron she'd bought purely for its looks but never used. Meng Youyou, standing in the kitchen doorway, rubbed her eyes first, then walked over and hugged him from behind. The man paused, turned around, and said gently, "Go wash up and change quickly. Breakfast is in five minutes. Time's a bit tight; we need to leave before seven at the latest."

Meng Youyou pressed her cheek against his back, reluctantly shaking her head and letting out a couple of coquettish hums, her voice soft and sticky. Then, she suddenly began kissing him, her lips brushing against the back of his neck, a series of lingering kisses leading to his ear. Huo Qingshan felt she seemed unusually clingy this morning… but that couldn't be right; it was only their second day of dating, so what was "unusual" about her?
He was so weak from her kisses that his limbs were so tired that he almost dropped the wooden spatula in his hand. Huo Qingshan tried his best to calm himself down and said to her in a hoarse voice, "Oh, I'm still cooking."

She acted as if she hadn't heard him, and just kept rubbing her nose against the skin of his neck, whispering in his ear, "Baby, kiss me."

Hearing this, Huo Qingshan's heart skipped a beat. He immediately turned to the side and, without a second thought, pressed her against the refrigerator. The two began to kiss passionately.

Their noses kept bumping into each other, which was a bit of a nuisance. I could only step back a little, go around it, and then eagerly delve deeper, clinging to each other tightly, as if I could never get enough of kissing them.

The anti-slip pads on the refrigerator's feet hissed and rubbed against the tiled floor, never stopping, but fortunately the noise wasn't loud and was easily drowned out by other, more frequent and louder sounds.

Strange, even though she was the one who initiated the kiss, she completely melted and became limp after only a short while. If he hadn't been there to support her, she probably would have slipped to the ground.

Suddenly, a muffled "clang" came from the heavy refrigerator door, as if some glass bottle inside had been knocked over. However, neither of them noticed. At this moment, every single sense of each other was completely occupied and in perfect harmony. Neither of them could detach themselves from the other, nor could they control the other.

The negative consequence of being too engrossed was... it wasn't until the two fried eggs and bacon in the pan were completely burnt and the smell of burning wafted out that the two of them snapped out of their daze.

The kiss ended with a lingering, passionate kiss, but it didn't dampen the mood at all; instead, it added a touch of spice. Fresh air filled the space between them, and Meng Youyou glanced sideways at the disastrous state of the pan, laughing, "Commander Huo, your cooking skills are truly terrible!"

She paused for a moment, then added, "His kissing skills are terrible too!" With that, the girl pushed the man who was still supporting her waist forward, turned around, and slipped out of the kitchen with a light heart.

They just throw it away after use; they have no conscience.

After committing his evil deeds, the ultimate "culprit" dusted himself off and ran away, leaving Huo Qingshan alone to deal with the pot of charcoal-black stuff.

At 7:04, the two finished getting ready and went out together. To be precise, it was Huo Qingshan who was unilaterally waiting for Meng Youyou to get ready. She went into the bedroom, then the bathroom, then back into the bedroom, looking very busy, but it was unclear what she was busy with.

Huo Qingshan severely underestimated Meng Youyou's dawdling ability. He never imagined that, with breakfast completely ruined, the two of them would still be a few minutes late leaving on empty stomachs.

The car was parked on the side of the road. Huo Qingshan got out to buy breakfast, while Meng Youyou sat in the car, leisurely gazing at the street scene outside the window.

For the past three months, she has been commuting to and from this street every week. The scene is exactly the same: low bus stop signs, mostly locked dark blue roller shutters, and busy office workers and students. But for some reason, she feels that the scenery is especially beautiful today.

Perhaps it was because the sun was exceptionally bright today, and the morning sunlight felt wonderful; or perhaps it was because I don't usually feel like stopping to appreciate things, so my impression was just so-so; but the most likely reason is that when you're in a good mood, the same scenery becomes beautiful in your eyes.

Just then, a message popped up on her phone. Meng Youyou looked away, opened it, and saw that it was a message from her cousin. Meng Youyou lowered her head and typed a reply.

The breakfast stall was bustling with business at this time. Huo Qingshan instructed the owner to pack the two breakfasts separately, but the owner ignored him and mixed the buns together. Seeing that the shop was really busy, he didn't say anything more, paid, and left the shop with the bags.

After replying to the message, Meng Youyou looked up at the window and saw a tall man with long legs running towards her across the bustling road, carrying a large bag of bulging white bread buns. The sunlight was just right, bathing his body in a warm glow.

Through the half-open car window, their eyes met. He smiled slightly at her, and without warning, the girl's nose tingled with tears. Meng Youyou felt rather pathetic; on such an ordinary morning, she had felt an urge to cry several times for no reason, not knowing what was there to cry about. The man walked to the driver's side, opened the door, got in, and handed her the bag, explaining, "The boss was too busy and forgot to separate them. You eat first, and I'll take the rest." As he spoke, he bent down, inserted a straw into the soy milk cup, and handed it to her as well.

"Why did you only buy one cup of soy milk?" Meng Youyou asked, puzzled.

"I have to drive, so it's inconvenient for me to drink, and there's no room in the car to put it."

There were seven buns in the transparent bag, all looking almost identical, making it impossible to tell which had which filling. Meng Youyou usually only ate two buns for breakfast, while he typically ate four or five at the cafeteria, sometimes five, sometimes four. When Meng Youyou asked him why, he said that he had to go to the training ground on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings, which required a lot of energy and made him hungry quickly, so he would eat an extra one.

Today is Monday, and he's supposed to eat five. But actually, Huo Qingshan can't say for sure how many he actually ate.

She would take a bite or two of each bun and then feed it to him, saying, "This filling isn't what I wanted, you eat it."

At first, Huo Qingshan would pause for a moment before opening his mouth to bite down. A few seconds later, the moment the straw with the soy milk went into his mouth, the man was startled again. He turned to look at her, and the girl smiled at him with bright, sparkling eyes, even more radiant than the newborn sunlight outside the window. Her smile made him instantly forget what he wanted to say.

Later, I gradually got used to it. She did the same thing with every single one of them, giving similar reasons: "The meat filling tastes a bit strange, the red bean paste is too sweet, and the preserved vegetables are too oily..."

The final conclusion was: "None of them are as good as the steamed buns in our cafeteria!" She looked disgusted: "They can't compare, they're nowhere near as good!"

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Meng Youyou took out a tissue from her bag, leaned over to wipe his mouth, and took the opportunity to boast, "Tsk tsk~ See how considerate I am? I wouldn't let my darling boyfriend go hungry and drive me around like a driver~"

Huo Qingshan kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead, a suspicious blush creeping up his ears. It wasn't the first time he'd heard her call him "baby," but he still couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart. He was quite embarrassed, but he didn't want this to be the last time he heard her call him that.

The car moved forward at a steady speed, gradually leaving the bustling city center, and stopped at an intersection, waiting for the red light. The moment the car came to a complete stop, the man glanced at the girl in the passenger seat through the rearview mirror. She was engrossed in playing on her phone and didn't bother to talk to him.

"Huo Qingshan," Meng Youyou suddenly called out to him.

"Hmm," the man responded, and the next second his phone screen was shoved in front of her. She asked him, "Which of these two dresses do you think looks better?"

“My cousin is getting married during the National Day holiday, and I’m going back to be her bridesmaid. She sent me some dresses, and I think these two are pretty good. Can you help me choose one?”

The man took the phone and glanced at it, then casually asked, "Are you going back to Hangzhou for the National Day holiday?"

"Ah."

How many days are you staying?

Meng Youyou keenly noticed the subtle, unusual emotion lurking beneath that seemingly ordinary question. She greeted him with a bright smile, "What? You don't want me to leave?" She enthusiastically offered advice, "Then come back with me! I'll introduce you to your future father-in-law!"

Huo Qingshan's brow twitched upon hearing this. It wasn't that he hadn't gotten used to her consistently surprising jokes, but for a moment, he genuinely felt that she was serious.

Is she serious? On the very first day they got together, she was already thinking so far ahead, about marriage? Is that even possible? The moment he calmed down, Huo Qingshan silently rejected this unrealistic idea.

He spoke gently and calmly: "The deadline for reporting outings during the National Day holiday was last week, and the duty roster has been finalized. I'll have to stay on standby most of the time. There are strict requirements for combat readiness during holidays, and taking temporary leave to travel across provinces is against the rules." As if afraid she would be unhappy, the man quickly added: "When are you coming back? I'll see if I can switch shifts with someone else, and I'll pick you up at the train station."

(End of this chapter)