Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

“Hm, is that not allowed?” Qin Xue placed their child on her lap, leaning against her body.

“Of course it’s allowed; I just want to know who was so unlucky to be taken advantage of by you.” Chu Molin poured himself a cup of tea. The temperature had cooled, and it was a bit astringent.

“Your rotten peach blossom, who else?” Qin Xue laughed, looking at Chu Molin to see his reaction.

“What do you mean ‘my rotten peach blossom’? As if I could stop them. But since she’s treating, you should have a good meal, and we don’t have to cook when we get home.” Chu Molin hadn’t eaten anything except the tea.

But judging by his wife’s appearance, she should’ve eaten her fill.

“I don’t really care, but what about you? Aren’t you going to eat?” Qin Xue looked at the empty plate and licked her lips. She had eaten all six egg yolk pastries by herself.

It was embarrassing to have been unable to resist the sight of familiar food and overeaten.

“I’ll just have a bowl of noodles when we leave.” Chu Molin didn’t say he would cook at home since some of the items they purchased would only be delivered tomorrow.

“That works too.” Qin Xue had also thought about this issue.

The knock on the door sounded again, signaling that the waiter had finished packing her order.

“Come in,” Qin Xue called out.

“Miss, your pastries and tea have been packed.” The waiter placed the items on the table and informed Qin Xue.

“Thank you,” Qin Xue nodded her head.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving now.” The waiter nodded and prepared to turn to leave.

“Wait, has that woman paid yet?” Qin Xue asked.

“Not yet,” the waiter smiled.

“Do you have any staple foods here, like rice or noodles?” Qin Xue wondered how they could leave if that woman didn’t pay. All she could do was inquire.

“Miss, I’m truly sorry, but our tea room does not offer those items for sale.” The waiter explained to Qin Xue.

“Alright, I understand, thank you.” Qin Xue waved her hand to stop her from continuing, as she was well aware that modern tea rooms didn’t serve staple foods like rice and noodles.

But she had thought that they might have staples in this era, but it seemed they didn’t.

After the waiter left, Chu Molin looked at the packed pastries and pressed his lips without saying anything.

“Ah, when will that woman finally leave?” Qin Xue cried out, resting her head on the table.

“What’s wrong? Can’t we leave if she doesn’t?” Chu Molin found it hard to guess his wife’s intentions.

Her train of thought was just too peculiar, and he couldn’t fathom her motives. She was especially cunning.

“Right, what if we leave and she doesn’t pay? What if they call the police, and we’re accused of dining and dashing?” Qin Xue didn’t want to shoulder such an unpleasant accusation.

“What if she never leaves?” Chu Molin asked his wife after finishing the cup of water.

“How could that be possible?” Qin Xue looked at Chu Molin, thinking how silly he was. They had no choice, but the shop would eventually close.

If they didn’t leave, the staff would likely have to find them and ask them to leave.

After eating and drinking her fill, Qin Xue sat there, sulking.

“Alright, don’t make such a bitter face. They should have left by now.” Chu Molin quietly listened to the receding footsteps outside before comforting his wife.

“How do you know they left? Did you see them?” Qin Xue asked Chu Molin, supporting her chin with her hand.