Rebirth Ninety's Fat Wife Should Be Self-reliant

Chapter 133 Bastard

On the Lang Son battlefield that year, Wang Da Bang died to save Zhou Zhenhai. He was a martyr and Zhou Zhenhai's savior.

Zhou Zhenhai compensated the Wang family, and he may have initially wanted to repay out of guilt, but after so many years, under the spiritual guidance of Zhao Hongying, he almost gave the mother and son everything they wanted.

But all of this is based on the fact that Wang Jianye is Wang Dabao's son.

If he wasn't...

"Nonsense!" Zhou Zhenhai kicked over the coffee table in front of him and glared at Zhou Huilan fiercely, as if he was going to rush up and tear her to pieces in the next second.

Zhou Huilan was not afraid of him, she looked at Zhao Hongying with a sneer, took out a tape recorder from her bag, and quickly pressed the on button.

The position of the tape was adjusted, and after a brief buzzing sound, the sound came out quickly.

"What a stepfather? Jianye is my biological son!"

"My surname is Wang, and your surname is Zhang. It's good enough to be a cheap stepfather. If you've been doing this for a long time, you must have become confused! Hahahaha..."

Zhao Hongying's trembling face turned paler. She held Wang Jianye's arm tightly and cursed with red eyes: "Damn girl! I told you to spread rumors! Let me tear your mouth apart!"

Wang Jianye didn't move after being pushed by her, but instead shrank back.

Having suffered losses from Chow Huilan more than once, he knew very well that he was no match for Chow Huilan.

"Ahh——"

Zhao Hongying did not dare to step forward. She tore her hair and sat on the ground, shouting hysterically.

He tried to use this method to cover up the sound on the radio, but Zhou Zhenhai's face became darker and darker.

"Hmph! I was already with Hongying before Wang Dabao went to the battlefield. Who knows whose son he is? Don't you think Wang Jianye is not like me? What's there to be afraid of being a bastard? I'm rich when I'm a bastard. You have

What?"

"It's amazing. No wonder I don't see you at work. It's Lao Zhang who is the one who has no worries about food and drink all day long..."

"Bata!"

Zhou Huilan simply turned off the radio, bent down and placed it on the ground.

"None of us have met Uncle Wang. Dad, you have. This is the Zhang Xiangqian in the recording. He has lived in Zhao Hongying's house for decades. You can find out if you ask the family members of the meat factory." Zhou Huilan said.

Then he stepped forward and handed the photo to Zhou Zhenhai.

This time, Zhou Zhenhai did not lose his temper again.

But the hand he was holding the photo was shaking uncontrollably. When the person in the photo came into his eyes, he looked at Wang Jianye in disbelief.

Zhou Huilan didn't speak any more and left Zhou's house quietly.

But before leaving the small courtyard, I heard Zhou Zhenhai's angry voice in the house.

Zhou Zhenhai is an extremely conceited person. Such a person will never admit that he is wrong, but what Zhou Huilan showed today forced him to admit that he had admitted the wrong person.

When she noticed Zhang Xiangqian's presence, Zhou Huilan was excited. She finally had a weapon that could destroy Zhou Zhenhai.

When she was in dire straits, Chow Huilan also imagined that her father regretted driving her away and was looking for her everywhere, but the reality gave her a loud slap in the face.

The roaring in the house was not concealed at all. When she came out of the yard and saw the neighbors standing in the yard pointing with doubtful faces, Zhou Huilan felt more relaxed than ever before.

As a father, if he does well, everyone will praise him, but if he doesn't do well, everyone will praise him.

She could beat up Wang Jianye, ruin Zhao Hongying's reputation, and make Hu Xiaoyue suffer, but what about Zhou Zhenhai?

He did something wrong, but because of his superior status as his father, he was still able to boss him around. Why?

It’s not like she begged him to bring her into this world!

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, the restaurant has resumed business, and Zhou Huilan has to continue working.

Within a few days, the promotion list for the food competition was sent over. In this competition, six chefs will compete on the same stage, and three will be selected to participate in the finals, and then the first place will be selected.

This competition is not about cooking, it is about taste, but the specific comparison is not stated in the promotion letter.

Zhou Huilan is not afraid of cooking, but when it comes to taste alone, she is really not sure what the organizer can compare, so she can only remember the taste of each ingredient as much as possible.

At noon that day, when the lunch shift was almost over, another order came.

I ordered two portions of tomato and egg noodles, a plate of cucumbers and a plate of braised beef.

These were all ready-made, so Su Xiaoliang went to prepare the dishes without Zhou Huilan having to do anything. But not long after the dishes were brought out, the waiter came to the kitchen and said that the customer wanted to see the master chef.

Zhou Huilan was originally going to change clothes, but when she heard this, she tied her apron back on.

But she didn't expect that it was Zhou Zhenhai who wanted to see her.

It had only been a few days since they last met, and Zhou Zhenhai's originally gray hair turned into snow-white, and his face looked haggard. Zhou Huilan walked up to him and recognized him.

Zhou Huilan took a deep breath and said politely and officially, "Is there anything wrong with this meal?"

Zhou Zhenhai put down his chopsticks tremblingly and pointed at the bowl of noodles opposite, "Huilan, sit down and have a meal with dad."

"I'm sorry, if there's nothing wrong with the food, I'm already off work." After Zhou Huilan said that, she turned around and left. However, she heard a "pop" and didn't know what it was. She turned around subconsciously and saw Zhou Zhenhai's hands shaking.

Weiwei was picking up the chopsticks among the fragments.

Although he told himself countless times that he was not worthy of being a father.

But seeing with her own eyes the old man who was once a domineering man, Chow Huilan admitted that she still couldn't turn a blind eye.

She took another pair of chopsticks from the table next to her and handed them over, called the waiter to sweep away the debris on the floor, and stood by the table and took a deep breath.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

"I just came to tell you, Jian...Wang Jianye, that boy, I will never let him come to my house again. When you are free, you can bring Yaoyao back and ask your Aunt Hu to help take care of the child. You can also

I can relax and be at ease.”

Zhou Huilan looked at him steadily, "Are you done?"

Zhou Zhenhai nodded nervously, and pointed to the bowl of noodles opposite in a panic, asking Zhou Huilan to sit down, but Zhou Huilan had already turned around and left without looking back.

A few days later, the food competition sent another entry letter.

This time, the competition method was spelled out, and each contestant was required to prepare a food item and hand it over to the organizer for the contestants to guess, but what they guessed was still not written down.

Because there was no competition involved, Chow Huilan was lazy and used the Longjing bamboo fungus that was useless last time.

(End of chapter)