But My Hubby Dotes on Me

When he rested in the evening, Qin Zhiyou suddenly said: "Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow will be Saturday and Sunday."

Lu Weixi nodded, she knows, isn't this normal?

"I'll push away what I have at hand. I won't work overtime tomorrow." For Qin Zhiyou, there are three hundred and sixty-five days a year, except for some specific days, there are no weekends at all.

The company is very busy, and there are uncles and aunts who are constantly looking for things to hinder him, and competitors are eyeing. He has no time to rest, nor can he stop working. Lu Weixi has done the same recently. It's okay when he doesn't get out of the project. When he gets out of the project, he has to go to another place. Once he goes, he will go there for several weeks or even months.

She knew what Qin Zhiyou meant. These two days were also the last two days that Qin Zhiyou had agreed. Next Monday, he was going to another place. She will also go back to work, take her mother out of the hospital, and then report to the project department. After that, she will be busy for a while.

And after they divorced, she had a lot of things piled up in the old house of the Lu family. She hadn't had time to sort them out, and these things also took a lot of time.

Two days later, they were completely separated, and there was no need to meet again in the future.

Qin Zhiyou is asking her to give them the last time limit in the two-person world in the last two days. But in fact, even if he didn't say anything, she had already scheduled her work and spared her time deliberately.

She nodded, did not directly answer the question, just asked: "What do you want to eat tomorrow?"

Two-person world, a complete two-person world, that is, don't see anyone except the two of them, including servants and food delivery.

Qin Zhiyou hesitated for a long time, then suddenly said, "Dumplings?"

Lu Weixi was also stunned. What Qin Zhi lobbied for was definitely not the quick-frozen dumplings they bought. They were definitely making their own noodles, mixing the fillings, and rolling their own skins. She had never done this kind of work since she was a child. After getting married, although Qin Zhiyou was not very good to her, the servant had never been cut off, and she was not very good at doing it.

But why did he suddenly think of this?

Qin Zhiyou said softly: "When I was young, our class had a parent-child interaction, inviting mom and dad to the school together, just like a foreign school festival. At that time, our class made dumplings. That was the only time for me. Things made with mom and dad."

At that time, although father and mother were always quarreling, he hadn't developed out yet, and he still had those relationships with that woman. So although Yang Mogui was very reluctant, he also agreed to join them. The two of them didn't know how to do these housework, but Dad did it extra seriously. The dumplings made at the end were also strange and horrible, as if they were cooked into noodle soup, but that was the sweetest flavor in Qin Zhiyou's memory.

Lu Weixi was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded.

As expected, Qin Zhiyou bought flour, and the two of them got up early the next day, and started to work after a simple breakfast. The two hadn't done any cooking skills at all. At first they always added too much water or poured too much flour. It took a lot of work to finally shape the dough.

When the dough is finished, the meat is chopped and stuffed again. The family didn't have a rolling pin at all, so I had to use a bottle of red wine as an example, and reluctantly tossed the stuffing into the leather, which was considered a success.

When they turned their heads, both their faces were horrible, their whole bodies covered with flour. At a critical moment, Qin Zhiyou even messed up and deliberately wiped a piece on her face.