Rebirth in the 80s: The Scholar Wife is Cute
Chapter 421 Guests at He Nan’s Home 1

Chapter 421: Chapter 421 Guests at He Nan’s Home 1

After a day of exams and sweating profusely, Shen Mianmian felt very uncomfortable, so she found a clean set of clothes, took a shower, and then washed her clothes and hung them out on the balcony.

Once everything was settled, her stomach began to growl. She glanced at the clock on the wall—it was exactly six o’clock.

Recalling He Nan’s words, Shen Mianmian sat for a while and then headed to the kitchen, which, like the rest of the place, was very tidy. Even the grease stains on the stove had been wiped clean.

The marble stove top had a very modern style.

In her past life, she had always thought that in the eighties, everyone was poor, including those in the city, but looking at it now, only the countryside was poor. The standard of living for the wealthy in the city was not much different from that of the twenty-first century.

Many things hadn’t been invented yet; otherwise, they would have certainly afforded them.

On the stove, there were condiments for cooking rice, and some were halfway used, indicating that He Nan, more often than not, cooked for himself when he was at home alone.

As she was thinking, her eyes suddenly brightened.

He Nan even had a refrigerator in his house.

Shen Mianmian was delighted. If there were ingredients in the refrigerator, she would not have to go out to eat for dinner.

With that thought, she opened the fridge and saw several stalks of green onions and garlic, about a dozen eggs, a few greens, and an unopened package of noodles. In the freezer, there was also some pork.

The ingredients in the fridge were neatly organized and very fresh. Shen Mianmian decided to make pork noodle soup for dinner.

Her cooking skills were not bad, not much worse than a small noodle shop, and it was cleaner and more hygienic. He Nan probably wouldn’t mind eating the noodles she cooked.

With that in mind, she took out the ingredients needed for the noodles. Just as she finished stir-frying the pork strips, the doorbell outside rang.

In the eighties, there were no peepholes in the doors, so she couldn’t see who was ringing the bell outside. As she hesitated on whether or not to ask who it was, the doorbell stopped.

Just as she thought the person outside had left and was about to go back to finishing the noodles, Li Yue’s voice came from outside, "Nan bro, don’t pretend you’re not home. I heard noises already. If you don’t open the door, we’re going to have to kick it down."

Shen Mianmian paused in her turning motion.

He Nan had meant not to open the door to strangers. Outside was Li Yue, who may have had business with He Nan. And considering He Nan was about to return, Shen Mianmian decided to open the door.

"Nan..." Li Yue was about to continue calling out, but then the door was opened. Upon seeing the person in front of him, he nearly stumbled in surprise, "Mianmian, what are you doing here?"

This was He Nan’s residence.

He knew He Nan was kind to Shen Mianmian, but he couldn’t imagine that it extended to bringing her to his home.

No, his eyes must be deceiving him.

With this thought, he closed his eyes and dramatically leaned on Ruan Yiyang, "Yiyang, quick, support me. I must have heatstroke. My vision is blurred; I even see Shen Mianmian standing in Nan’s house."

"Stop acting. This is Shen Mianmian." Ruan Yiyang pushed him away with a look of disdain, then strode into the house. As he passed by Shen Mianmian, he asked, "Little girl, where’s Nan bro?"

Seeing only Shen Mianmian in the house, it seemed He Nan was not at home.

Ruan Yiyang felt like he understood He Nan less and less. To think he would bring such a young girl home was utterly out of character.

After all, He Nan has disliked playing with girls since they were kids.

"He Nan is not home. He said he would be back at six-thirty," Shen Mianmian closed the door and followed the two men into the living room.