The two finished their steak, sat together chatting, and drinking.

They talked about their respective majors and work, and Chen Cheng didn't hold anything back.

Although it seemed that Teacher Ouyang and Fu Wenyin hadn't told Xu Qin about their situation yet.

But after today, they definitely would.

Chen Cheng discovered that Xu Qin had a bit of a talkative streak.

But it was more likely that in a small city in a freezing region like Rochester, not having anyone to talk to had stifled her.

"Oh, by the way, what day are you going back? Let me see if I can have you bring something to my family for me."

Xu Qin, who was washing dishes at the sink, asked Chen Cheng, who was on the sofa.

Chen Cheng looked up at her; you have to say, this scene was quite strange.

Just a moment ago, Chen Cheng was frying steak where she was standing, and now she was there washing pots and dishes.

He pondered for two seconds, thought about it, and said, "Tomorrow, I guess."

"Oh~" Xu Qin was suddenly a bit disappointed. "Then it might be too late; I have surgeries tomorrow."

Chen Cheng pursed his lips, nodded, smiled, and said, "Next time, then."

The corners of Xu Qin's mouth twitched. Would there even be a next time?

After washing the dishes, Xu Qin walked to the window and took a look at the snow outside. It was snowing in large, goose-feather flakes, and it had been falling ever since they left the hospital.

Xu Qin frowned, turned to look at Chen Cheng, and said with some embarrassment, "Could you possibly do me a favor?"

Chen Cheng looked at her. "What is it?"

"I need to push that pickup truck in the yard into the garage. The snow is quite heavy now, and I might need to drive it to get to the hospital tomorrow."

"That car has been left outside for too long; it's probably frozen solid."

Xu Qin smiled awkwardly. "I need to put it inside to thaw."

Chen Cheng turned his head to look outside. "Didn't you add antifreeze?"

Xu Qin smiled awkwardly. "It's diesel, and I forgot to switch to winter diesel."

Chen Cheng clicked his tongue.

Well, he had really become a laborer.

However, he couldn't exactly call Brother Sheng over right now.

That would make his plan to stay over look a bit awkward.

What else could he do? Come on, young man, time to push the car.

Chen Cheng nodded. "OK~"

The two got up and changed their shoes. The fresh snow outside was already nearly ten centimeters thick.

Not changing shoes would not only make pushing the car difficult but would also freeze his feet to the bone.

Chen Cheng opened the car door to check it, then opened the hood to look at the radiator. It really did need to be pushed.

Not only was there no anti-gelling agent in the fuel tank, but there was also no antifreeze in the radiator.

This car had probably been sitting outside for a long time.

Xu Qin smiled awkwardly. "I usually drive the Kitty... Hehe~"

Chen Cheng was amused by her. "So, what's the plan? Let's back one car out first."

Her indoor garage with a door could only hold two cars.

It wasn't because the garage was small, but because she had too many cars.

Xu Qin nodded, and without the slightest hesitation, she went in and backed the CT5 out.

Both of them were sweating from the exertion before they finally pushed Xu Qin's two-and-a-half-ton Silverado into the garage to 'thaw'.

Chen Cheng took the opportunity to check the battery for her; otherwise, just pushing it in only to have it fail to start tomorrow would be quite a joke.

Back inside the house, the two sat on the sofa to rest for a while.

As a Southerner, this was Chen Cheng's first time experiencing the inconveniences of living in a freezing region.

No need to think about it, with ten centimeters of snow accumulated in the yard, he would have to shovel snow tomorrow.

Xu Qin raised her hand to check her watch. "It's about time. Let me show you to your room."

Chen Cheng nodded.

Xu Qin led Chen Cheng into a room behind the living room fireplace.

"The bed sheets and duvet covers were changed after my brother left last time."

"There are new toiletries in the bathroom cabinet, and there are new bathrobes as well."

As she spoke, Xu Qin blushed. "As for other things, if you don't mind, there are new ones available, too."

Chen Cheng was stunned for a moment, but immediately realized what she meant by "other things."

Meng Yanchen had left his new underwear here...

Scum Cheng was somewhat speechless.

He smiled. "That won't be necessary."

Xu Qin blushed. "Then... goodnight?"

Chen Cheng nodded. "Goodnight~"

Xu Qin nodded, turned around, left the room, and ran upstairs, clomp, clomp, clomp.

Chen Cheng scanned the room, raised an eyebrow, and smiled. "It's been a long time since I slept alone."

After showering, Chen Cheng put on a bathrobe and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.

Standing by the western kitchen island, he reached out and tugged at it, muttering to himself, "Little Meng's size is a bit small..."

Just as he was about to return to his room to sleep, Chen Cheng suddenly saw the rice cooker on the other side of the counter.

He blinked, and a wicked smile immediately appeared on Scum Cheng's face.

...

The next day.

It was just seven o'clock, and the sky wasn't bright yet, but Xu Qin had already finished washing up and went downstairs.

She had to be at work by eight and needed to clock in early.

In Rochester, Minnesota, days are short and nights are long in winter; local time, the sun doesn't rise until 7:30 AM and sets at 5:30 PM.

Xu Qin walked to the western kitchen island, intending to have a drink of water before leaving, when she saw the rice cooker, which had been moved to the center of the island at some point.

There was a note on top of it.

Xu Qin picked up the note and read it; a smile immediately appeared on her lips, and she turned to look in the direction of Chen Cheng's room.

Chen Cheng had written a total of six characters.

[Eat something before you go to work.]

Xu Qin reached out to press the button and opened the rice cooker. Seeing the steaming white porridge in the pot, the curve of her lips rose even higher.

She happily turned around to look for a bowl and a spoon.

She scooped some into a bowl; Xu Qin's fair, rosy face was full of smiles.

The porridge was perfectly thick and steaming hot.

Xu Qin took a spoonful, brought it to her lips, blew on it several times, and then slowly put it into her mouth.

The moment the porridge entered her mouth, Xu Qin's eyes brightened.

She raised her eyebrows, scooped another spoonful into the bowl, and turned to sit in the dining room.

She prepared to finish this bowl of porridge properly before going to the hospital.

If she was late, she was late; in any case, it was snowing heavily today, and she would be stuck on the road anyway. If she left later, maybe the road crews would have finished clearing the snow, and there wouldn't be a traffic jam.

However, as she ate, tears began to stream down Xu Qin's face.

One drop after another, they fell in a rush.

Looking at the door to Chen Cheng's room, she finished two bowls, crying and laughing at the same time.

Putting the bowl into the sink, Xu Qin looked at the note by the rice cooker and thought for a moment.

She picked up the pen that had been holding down the note and wrote:

[It's snowing heavily today. If your flight can't take off, you can stay for a couple more days.]

[The car keys for the Kitty are in the car; you can drive around.]

Xu Qin found the spare key to the house, placed it on the note, and then changed her shoes and went to the garage.

Full of joy, she sat in the driver's seat of the Silverado, looked at the hood, remembered Chen Cheng adding windshield wiper fluid yesterday, and the corners of her mouth curled up again.

...

Chen Cheng didn't wake up until the sun was high in the sky.

Mostly because it had been a long time since he slept alone, and in a strange bed at that.

Chen Cheng had suffered from insomnia, sitting by the window watching the snow until the second half of the night.

After washing up, he called Brother Sheng and asked him to bring over a set of his own clothes.

Little Meng, Little Meng.

As expected, names can be wrong, but nicknames are absolutely never wrong.

This size doesn't suit him.

He still prefers looser pants.

They don't hang the gun.