My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 103 It’s time to save, it’s time to spend time

After a spring rain, the damp and cold air that had lingered in Wuhan for months was finally completely dispelled.

Once the weather warms up, heavy winter clothes become cumbersome.

Chen Xiaomiao took the two of them to the dry cleaners, took them home, vacuum-packed them flat, and stuffed them into the deepest part of the closet.

I changed into a sweatshirt and trousers that I bought for 240 yuan in the fall, and felt much lighter.

In addition, it seems that this girl has really gone through a second puberty, or perhaps her biological mother deliberately lied about her age by two years in order to sell her to a brothel.

The most obvious thing is that after one winter, the sweatshirt that used to fit well is now too short, and when she raises her arm, a section of her slender waist is revealed.

Lu Yuan pretended to read the news on the sofa, but his eyes kept involuntarily glancing at that white, smooth surface.

This girl's waist is really something else.

It's so soft and thin, you could almost pinch it with one hand.

She had also grown taller and slimmer, her once thin shoulders and back had become more rounded, her buttocks were more perky, and her chest had more pronounced curves, no longer the flat-chested bean sprout she used to be.

At night, Lu Yuan's hands became restless, and the sensations were quite different from before.

She used to be slender and bony.

Now, his palms were filled with warm, soft, and supple jade. Even in his dreams, Lu Yuan couldn't help but subconsciously knead and play with them.

Unfortunately, the beautiful scenery was completely hidden by the oversized hoodies and trousers.

Chen Xiaomiao was completely unaware of the burning gaze behind her. She hummed an off-key tune as she wiped the house until it shone. Finally, she straightened up and wiped the sweat from her nose.

The hem of the hoodie rode up again, revealing a flat, toned stomach, and... a faintly visible navel.

Lu Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed as he silently looked away and picked up his phone to send a message to Song Jia.

[Lu Yuan]: Finished the exam?
[Song Jia]: Just finished the exam! I'm free! [Sprinkling flowers][Sprinkling flowers]
[Lu Yuan]: Let's get some fresh air and take Xiaomiao to buy some spring clothes that fit her. Her clothes are all too small now.

[Song Jia]: Oh, so Young Master Lu has finally come to his senses? He knows how to groom his little wife now?

[Lu Yuan]: Put the bill on my tab.

[Song Jia]: Okay! I'll take care of it! I guarantee I'll make you look gorgeous! [OK]
After finishing, Lu Yuan put down his phone, feeling much better.

Professional matters should be left to professionals.

…………

By the time Chen Xiaomiao got home, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

She was carrying seven or eight shopping bags with different logos printed on them, big and small, looking like she had made quite a haul.

But he was still wearing the same hoodie and pants.

The only change was that her originally simple long black ponytail was permed into fluffy waves that flowed smoothly over her shoulders, making her small face look even more delicate.

Lu Yuan looked up when he heard the sound and saw Chen Xiaomiao's new hairstyle. He was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Hearing the laughter, Chen Xiaomiao puffed out her cheeks, looking like a wronged little pufferfish.

She raised her hand to touch the ends of her curly hair and said sullenly, "I knew you would laugh at me."

"No no."

Lu Yuan quickly waved his hand, stood up and went to greet him: "It looks really good! It's just... a little strange."

He reached out to take the shopping bag from Chen Xiaomiao's hand, curiously peering over his shoulder.

"What nice things did you buy?"

"I won't let you see it!"

Chen Xiaomiao, as if protecting a precious treasure, hid the paper bags behind her back, turned around, and slipped back to her room.

Lu Yuan was rebuffed and had no choice but to sit back down on the sofa.

He took out his phone, tapped on Song Jia's profile picture, and sent her a concise question mark.

Song Jia: [Image][Image][Image]...

A message notification sounded, and the other end sent a series of more than a dozen photos.

Lu Yuan opened each one one by one.

In the first photo, Chen Xiaomiao is wearing a dark blue British-style JK uniform, paired with a white shirt and a red bow tie, and a pair of small leather shoes.

She stood awkwardly in front of the dressing mirror, like a high school girl who had stumbled into the adult world, exuding a youthful and innocent charm.

In the second picture, she changed into a light blue modified cheongsam with a stand-up collar and frog buttons, and the skirt was embroidered with a few elegant orchids.

Her long hair was temporarily tied up by the sales assistant, revealing her slender and fair neck. She looked like a gentle lady who had stepped out of a Republic of China-era pictorial, with a quiet and elegant temperament.

The third picture shows a floral print maxi dress with a pale yellow background adorned with tiny white flowers. The puff sleeves make her shoulders appear even more delicate.

In the photo, she tilts her head slightly, and sunlight streams in from the shop window, giving her a fuzzy golden edge, like an innocent girl next door.

……

Lu Yuan flipped through the pages one by one, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

[Lu Yuan]: You're pretty good. How did you convince her?

[Song Jia]: Do I need to persuade her? A woman dresses up for the one she loves; your Xiao Miao understands this better than I do. [Smug]
[Lu Yuan]: Okay, send me the bill.

[Song Jia]: Don't worry, I didn't skimp on anything for you. [Grinning face]
A short while later, the bedroom door reopened, and Chen Xiaomiao, having put away her new clothes, came to the sofa, sat down next to Lu Yuan, and then lay down in his arms.

Lu Yuan raised his arm and put it around her, his hand starting to wander and caress her waist again.

Chen Xiaomiao slapped the man's hand impatiently, but didn't really struggle, letting him do as he pleased.

"What about the clothes?"

Lu Yuan lowered his head and nuzzled the top of her head: "Why don't you wear it after we bought it?"

"Those clothes are ridiculously expensive,"

Chen Xiaomiao felt distressed whenever she mentioned it: "If I wear it out and it gets torn or dirty, I'll be heartbroken. I'll just keep it in the closet and wear it only when there's something important."

Lu Yuan picked up a strand of her wavy hair and played with it between his fingers: "I'm quite surprised that you're willing to spend this much money, and this hair too..." "Sister Song Jia said that now that I'm with you, when I go out with you in the future, I'm your face. I can't be like before, or people will laugh at you."

"is it?"

Lu Yuan grinned, surprised that Song Jia had such a smooth way of speaking.

Seeing that it was almost time, Chen Xiaomiao broke free from his embrace, dusted off her clothes, and stood up.

"It's getting late, I'll go cook."

"Don't bother, let's eat out today."

"We still have vegetables at home; it would be a waste to eat out."

"I just want to eat out today."

Why?

"My wife is so beautiful, I want to take her out to show her off, is that okay?"

Lu Yuan had already prepared an excuse for Chen Xiaomiao, and Chen Xiaomiao understood men's thoughts.

He muttered "yes" softly, then turned and ran back to his room.

When she came out again, she had changed into that pale yellow floral dress.

The skirt was just below the calf, revealing slender ankles.

She wasn't wearing the matching high heels, but just a pair of comfortable white sneakers. Her hair was simply gathered up with her hand, and her face was bare of makeup, yet she exuded a more vibrant and lively charm than in the photos.

Lu Yuan didn't take her to any fancy Western restaurants where she needed to sit up straight. Instead, they went to a nearby shopping mall and went straight to Haidilao on the fifth floor.

As soon as we entered, the waiters bowed in unison.

Welcome to Haidilao!

A young man in uniform with a bright smile came up to greet us.

"Brother, are you two? Please come in!"

That excessive enthusiasm made Chen Xiaomiao feel uncomfortable. She followed closely behind Lu Yuan, her eyes warily scanning the surroundings.

After they sat down in the booth, while the waiter went to pour them water, Chen Xiaomiao asked curiously, "Lu Yuan, can we just take whatever we want here when we eat hot pot?"

Because Lu Yuan had taken her to an all-you-can-eat hot pot restaurant last time, Chen Xiaomiao's impression of hot pot restaurants remained at the stage of "pay money and eat as much as you want".

Lu Yuan shook his head and chuckled, "This place is like a restaurant; you have to order food."

As we were talking, the waiter returned with two glasses of plum juice and a plate of snacks, and handed us a tablet computer.

Lu Yuan pushed the tablet in front of Chen Xiaomiao: "Take a look, what would you like to eat?"

Chen Xiaomiao took the tablet, swiped her fingers across the screen a couple of times, and gasped.

"A plate of mutton costs over ninety yuan?" she asked Lu Yuan, pointing at the screen. "Even a hot pot buffet only costs about that much per person! Why are we eating something so expensive?"

"Because we have money now."

Lu Yuan spoke frankly, leaving Chen Xiaomiao speechless.

In the end, the tablet for ordering food returned to Lu Yuan's hands.

Chen Xiaomiao really couldn't bring herself to do it; it felt like tearing a piece of flesh out of her heart if she touched him.

Soon, the broth and dishes were served one after another.

Waiters in uniforms, holding long chopsticks, stood attentively by the table, ready to serve them food at any time.

Seeing that Chen Xiaomiao was holding her chopsticks and not moving, Lu Yuan waved to the waiter: "No need, we can do it ourselves. We'll call you if we need anything."

Once the waiter left, Chen Xiaomiao visibly relaxed and then picked up a slice of fatty beef and dipped it in the boiling tomato broth.

"Lu Yuan, why is this store so expensive?"

"There are many reasons."

Lu Yuan picked up a piece of her favorite soft tofu and put it on her plate: "The taste, the service, the freshness of the ingredients... but most importantly, there are still people willing to spend the money to eat here."

You should know that this is nothing compared to what you see at some restaurants where the average spending per person is several thousand or even tens of thousands of yuan, yet people still scramble to book a table.

Perhaps one day, you might even go to a restaurant where a single meal can cost tens of thousands of yuan.

"what--"

Chen Xiaomiao clicked her tongue in amazement, shook her head vigorously, and resolutely said, "I'm not going! Tens of thousands of yuan, are we going to eat food made of gold?"

"Then what if..."

Lu Yuan calmly posed a hypothetical question: "If one day I have a very important business deal to discuss that requires my family to attend, would you go?"

Chen Xiaomiao fell silent again.

Lu Yuan softened his tone and said, "Xiao Miao, it doesn't matter how much you pay for a meal. What's important is that you gradually learn to adapt and adjust your mindset."

Whether the hotpot meal costs 9.9, 99, or 999, try to maintain the same mindset, rather than getting caught up in internal conflict and agonizing over it.

Chen Xiaomiao chewed her food in small bites, looking thoughtful.

This afternoon, when Song Jia accompanied her to buy those expensive clothes, she said something similar.

After finishing most of the hotpot meal, Chen Xiaomiao put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth, and looked as if she had made up her mind.

"Lu Yuan, I'll go pay the bill."

"No, I'll do it."

"It's okay, I have money!"

"Um... I'm a college student, so I get a 69% discount."

Lu Yuan stood up and walked towards the cashier with a smile.

Living life...

It’s time to save, it’s time to spend money!
(End of this chapter)