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"You support the washing machine first, and I'll move the chair over."

"Ah."

Although it was only for a short while, even though she was supporting the washing machine, Wan Qing almost couldn't hold on.

It even made her feel that her head started to hurt.

After finally sitting down again, she breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Ye Chen, and pointed outside with her finger: "You clean up the toilet..."

"Okay, where's the mop?"

"In the toilet, over there..."

Ye Chen washed the mop, walked outside, and then sniffed hard: "It seems to smell like something is burnt?"

"The pot...is about to burn dry, turn off the gas." Wan Qing rubbed her swollen eyes, "Turn off the gas tank, too."

"Okay." Ye Chen quickened his pace and got busy between the living room and the kitchen.

Especially in the kitchen, the blurred bloodstains are the most difficult to deal with.

In fact, the amount was heavy at the beginning, but now the bleeding is not much, but the pain is severe.

Wan Qing picked up the black bag he put on the washing machine, and took out three things that looked somewhat similar to thongs. Also took it out.

She turned the black bag upside down and shook it, but nothing fell out.

"Ye Chen—!" She suddenly felt a surge of anger, and forced her voice to rise, "What are you buying!? I asked you to buy sanitary napkins, why did you buy them?"

"Ah? I wanted to buy sanitary napkins, but they said they didn't have any, so they sold me this sanitary napkin."

"Sanitary strip...? What kind of thing is that?"

"Don't you know?" Seeing that she was still sitting on the chair, Ye Chen walked into the bathroom with the blood-stained mop, and rinsed it with clean water.

"Health... strip?" Wan Qing was very sure that she had never seen this thing before—not necessarily because she hadn't seen it before, maybe it just didn't leave any impression in her mind.

"Yes, yes, I met the waiter at the noodle shop before, the one you said she would have a car accident, she also used this."

Wan Qing picked up a white sanitary strip and looked at it over and over——

The shape of this thing is a long cloth with elastic bands on both sides, which feels like an enlarged version of the mask.

Ye Chen also added on the side: "It seems that some places are also called sanitary belts? It is said to be used together with absorbent paper towels."

"How to use this." She looked over and over for a long time, but still didn't understand.

"You don't even know, let alone me..." Ye Chen scratched his head, "Don't you know?"

"Nonsense, I haven't even used a sanitary napkin. I've been a man for so many years. What do I use this thing for? I'm not sick!" Wan Qing rolled her eyes, and Ye Chen laughed dryly twice. Put down the clean mop and back out.

She held the sanitary belt for a long time, thinking that it should be worn directly on the body like trousers, but wouldn't it slip off just because of the elastic band?

Even if you can wear another pair of boxers, it won't work, right?

After all, this thing is too thin, and there will definitely be a large gap in the middle.

Besides, this is too long, right?

This always feels wrong.

Wan Qing turned it around again, and then suddenly realized: "...couldn't it be tied around the waist?"

The so-called elastic band is not particularly elastic, it seems to only increase its stability.

But—how to tie it?

Wan Qing sighed, and threw this primitive thing that was worse than sanitary napkins back into the black bag.

"Forget it, let's take a shower first..."

The hot water in the apartment is centrally supplied and billed by a special hot water meter. Although there will be no water at nine o'clock in the evening, it is quite convenient most of the time.

In this day and age, it is cheaper to supply hot water directly centrally than to install water heaters in every apartment.

- The latter only requires building a boiler room with a chimney next to the apartment house.

'High-tech' gadgets are much more expensive than labor.

However, the hot water supply is not really so wonderful. If it is the evening peak when there are many bathers, the water will be hot and cold.

But it's still much better than going to the bathroom to take a shower every so often.

In 1996, even in the south, many bathhouses could be seen, and some even closed in summer and reopened only when the weather turned cold.

Wan Qing turned left and right to let the warm water pour over her graceful and delicate body.

Although it still has the immatureness of a girl, it is already very attractive.

In fact, she doesn't pay much attention to her body, after all, for her, she has already passed the age of lust.

But beautiful things always make people can't help but want to appreciate them.

——The premise is that the stomach does not hurt.

Now she just wanted to wash off the blood on her body quickly, put on the sanitary strip that didn't even have an instruction manual, and pray that she could sleep well the night she lost blood for the first time.

Even if she doesn't know much about women's products, she still feels that this thing is probably not easy to use.

After all, roll paper is only used to absorb blood, so it must be replaced frequently, and you have to get up several times at night-as for side leakage prevention, it is even more impossible.

If she hadn't seen too many advertisements about this in the future, she probably wouldn't have thought that women would leak at night when they were on their period.

The era of advanced information still has its advantages. Even if it is knowledge that has nothing to do with oneself, you can master a lot.

"Crash-"

Ye Chen, who was outside the house, heard the sound of Wan Qing taking a bath, feeling a little distracted. He leaned against the kitchen door and couldn't help thinking of what she had said before.

If there is really one person in this world who will not reject himself, there is probably only another one.

He suddenly scratched his head in embarrassment: "What did you suddenly think..."

The sound of water in the bathroom had stopped for a long time, Ye Chen yawned, and even felt a little less hungry.

"Crack, click——" the sliding door was pulled aside, Wan Qing walked out with a tired face, and slowly sat down on the chair in the living room with a little frivolous footsteps.

"Haha..."

"feelling better?"

"It's not very good..." Wan Qing rubbed her forehead, "I'm exhausted, I should wear it, but I don't know how often it will be changed."

"Cough...uh..." Ye Chen turned his head embarrassingly, "I don't know much about this kind of thing..."

"I didn't ask you again, you're blushing like a bubble teapot."

"Ah...? What?"

"It's nothing, it's just a buzzword in the future." Wan Qing squinted at him, and lay down on the cleaned dining table, "Let me rest for a while, and make dinner later."

"Should I go out to eat today? Or should I go downstairs to pack and eat?"

"Hmm..." Wan Qing hesitated for a while, thinking of the money she hadn't asked for and the little money in her pocket, she shook her head, "Forget it, I'll cook it later, it's just a soup , very quickly, and the rice has already been burned."

"That's fine..."

"But you do have to buy something - go downstairs and buy some lard? I suddenly want to eat lard bibimbap."

"it is good."

"Hey, you didn't say that you should eat light food during your period."

"Huh? Do you want something light?"

"Forget it, forget it, it's okay, I just want to eat it suddenly." She licked her lips, "Let's eat it, so as not to think about it at night and get hungry again."

"Okay, then I'll go downstairs to buy."

Wan Qing nodded slightly: "Where is the change?"

"Put it in your wallet."

"Oh." She opened the wallet, which contained all their wealth, part of which was the money from selling old things, and they could still live for a while.

"Do you go to the supermarket to buy canned lard?"

"No, you go to the soy sauce store to buy it. I remember they sell lard, and the loose ones are cheaper there. Uh, you can use a bowl to fill it." Wan Qing said, and looked at the table to drink. With half a bottle of beer, the eyebrows drooped slightly, and the corners of the mouth pursed, "I'll buy some beer with the rest of the money—take those beer bottles, so as not to pay another deposit."

"Okay, then I'm going down."

"Go..." Wan Qing held her slightly sensual belly, stood up again, and walked into the cleaned kitchen.

"Ye Chen, you only clean up the floor, not the stove. It's really..." She shook her head, put the dry iron pot into the sink, and carefully wiped it with a wire ball. Part of it mixed with water and turned into a dark liquid that flowed down the sewer.

Outside the small half-open window, one could already smell the aroma of cooking downstairs.

It seems to be... chili fried meat.

……

9. Lard Rice

The soup with only a little seasoning was bubbling. Although it also had a natural fragrance of vegetables, it was completely overwhelmed by the aroma of cooking from every household outside the window.

In the age when many people are still engaged in manual labor, people tend to eat food that is heavy in oil and salt. Even if the work is not so tiring, the habit is always difficult to change.

Even though every household in the apartment has a range hood installed, such a device with insufficient power is still not enough to face the fumes produced by heavy-flavored cooking.

"Wow--" He could clearly hear the sound of food being poured into the frying pan downstairs, and Wan Qing coughed from choking, fanned the wind with her hand, and hurriedly closed the window.

"People from Hunan are still from Sichuan...the food is so spicy..." She complained angrily, covering her stomach that was hurting again with one hand, and poured water from the bowl with the other hand, and then covered the pot again build.

The soup cooked in this way will taste better. He has not studied the specific principle carefully, but he sees his mother doing it every time, so this habit has been kept for more than 20 years.

She was pouring the soup from the pot into a large bowl when the key was turned at the door.

It is said to be a bowl, but it is actually an iron basin. After all, there are three people eating, and there is only soup and no vegetables. If there is no more, they will not be full.

There was the sound of beer bottles colliding slightly at the door, and Ye Chen shouted out of breath: "I bought it back! I bought six bottles of beer!"

"Put it all in the refrigerator." Wan Qing glanced at her father who was still sleeping on the sofa, frowned slightly and shook her head.

"Don't you call me Dad?"

"Forget it, it's up to him, he will get up and eat when he's hungry."

"Isn't the soup delicious when it's cold?"

"Then let him cook his own rice with lard." Wan Qing's tone was not very good.

Ye Chen scratched his cheek: "After all, it's Dad..."

"Oh, you will never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep." Wan Qing shook her head, put a towel on her hands, and put the soup basin on the table.

"Is the rice burnt?"

"Put it in the rice cooker by yourself."

"Phew, I'm starving to death..." Ye Chen walked into the kitchen quickly, almost slipped and fell on the ground due to the water stains left by him mopping the floor, but luckily he held onto the edge of the chopping board tightly.

"A starving ghost reincarnated, you?" Wan Qing was annoyed by him, "No one will snatch it from you."

"The ground is a bit slippery..."

"Isn't that because you didn't mop it clean?"

"Hey, I'll make it later, make it later... Do you want to serve yours together?"

"Well, I use a bigger bowl for mine, but just fill it with a spoon first."

"it is good."

Wan Qing felt that she had discovered another advantage of being a girl—small appetite, less food, and saving money.

She has never had much resistance to becoming a woman. After all, she has lived for decades, and she is no longer like a child who would resist or feel depressed because of such a "little thing".

As a mature adult, everything is about pros and cons, not about "feeling" or "dignity".

That kind of stuff doesn't work at all.

The maturity of ordinary people is always to abandon the innocent self and walk into the bloody, real and cruel things naked.

So in Wan Qing's eyes, being a woman is also good, you can save money on food, you can get preferential treatment by virtue of your appearance, because gender can also make people jealous.