Rebirth Ninety's Fat Wife Should Be Self-reliant

Chapter 71 Confession

A handful of green onions are cooked in a pot, and the beaten egg liquid is poured into the pot in a circle. It is soaked in oil and quickly fluffs and swells. The fragrant smell of eggs fills the room. Use chopsticks to spread it and pour a bowl of water into it. The fragrance

The child was immediately suppressed.

Zhou Huilan covered the pot and turned around to stir the batter.

Lu Changqing was sitting at the door of the kitchen. Seeing Zhou Huilan's skillful appearance, the panic he felt just now dissipated instantly, and his whole body felt much better.

Just looking at that busy figure, he couldn't help but wonder, what kind of blind bastard is Yaoyao's biological father, who would divorce such a woman?

Zhou Huilan turned around and saw Lu Changqing holding his face with his hands, staring at her with his thin lips slightly open. He looked exactly like Yaoyao's childish self, and she couldn't help but laugh.

"Tell me, if you get a wife tomorrow and still use my family's food like this, your wife will definitely fight with you!" Regarding Lu Changqing, Zhou Huilan assumed Lu Fengxia's perspective, looking at him as if she were looking at Yao

Yao is almost the same.

Lu Changqing suddenly raised his head and said, "Why do you want to marry a wife? I can just marry you back."

Zhou Huilan's wrist softened and she almost dropped the bowl, "Don't mess around."

She opened the lid of the pot, threw a handful of chopped green vegetables in, and poured the stirred batter in along the edge of the pot. The boiling pot noodles immediately stopped.

"I'm not making trouble." Lu Changqing suddenly stood up and strode behind Zhou Huilan.

Zhou Huilan, who was staring at the pot noodles, didn't notice at all. Until Lu Changqing's shoulders were pulled over to face the serious face, she thought it was just a child messing around, "Let go, there's a fire here, don't mess around!"

"Zhou Huilan, you are 27 and I am 27, why do you always talk to me like an elder?"

The man had a stern face, realizing that he was very serious, and the smile on Zhou Huilan's face... also froze.

"I like you and want to eat your food for the rest of my life. This is not nonsense."

The pimple soup in the pot began to boil quickly, and the steaming steam rose upwards. Zhou Huilan wanted to turn off the heat, but Lu Changqing held her shoulders tightly, making it difficult for her to break free for a while.

"Lu Changqing, you, let go, I'm cooking..."

"Chow Huilan, do you really don't understand, or are you pretending not to understand?"

Lu Changqing's gloomy eyes and condescending posture made Zhou Huilan's heart beat uncontrollably, and she frantically tried to push him away, but she couldn't do it at all.

"What are you talking about? Put your hands down quickly!"

But Lu Changqing not only did not let go, but suddenly lowered his face, and his nose almost touched the tip of Zhou Huilan's nose. She tried to hide in a panic, but the man held her shoulders tightly and could not move, and Lu Changqing's breathing became heavier and heavier in the near distance...

…

"Snapped!"

Zhou Huilan raised her arm and covered Lu Changqing's mouth with a slap. When he was distracted, she followed up and pushed the big head away.

The air in front of her face became much fresher. Zhou Huilan took a few deep breaths and felt her heartbeat became much more stable. She immediately said angrily: "Why are you so crazy? Please let me go quickly!"

Lu Changqing's eyes darkened unwillingly, "You said you wanted to let go?"

Zhou Huilan nodded quickly.

However, the next second, the strength on her shoulders was removed and she immediately lost her center of gravity, and her upper body fell backwards uncontrollably——

And underneath is the boiling pot.

"Ahhh...help..."

Lu Changqing reached out with his long arms and directly put his arms around the woman's waist. With a little force, Zhou Huilan threw herself into his arms, "This time, it's you who shouted for help."

Zhou Huilan choked in her throat and rolled her eyes at him.

When the man saw this, he was about to let go. Zhou Huilan was so frightened that she quickly grabbed his shoulder and said, "Okay, okay, thank you. Can you let me stand up?"

Lu Changqing nodded, took Zhou Huilan and took two steps to the side, then let go of his hand.

"Oh!"

Zhou Huilan had just stood firm when she saw the pimple soup spilling over the edge of the pot.

She rushed over to turn off the gas in a hurry, but was burned. Lu Changqing pulled her away, grabbed a rag and turned off the gas stove first.

The pimple soup in the pot dissipated quickly. Zhou Huilan came over with a bowl to serve the rice, but Lu Changqing grabbed her by the faucet, opened the faucet and rushed towards her hand.

Zhou Huilan was so busy just now that she didn't notice which hand was burned. At this time, the cold tap water came down and she felt the burnt area was burning, but it was quickly suppressed.

After I don't know how long it took, Lu Changqing let go of her wrist and said, "You can wait for a while while I go get the burn ointment."

The hand fell down without support. Zhou Huilan raised her hand. There was only a piece of red the size of a fingernail. There was no need to make such a fuss.

So she turned off the faucet and turned to look at the pimple soup.

After a while, the pimple soup in the pot has lost its heat and overflowed the pot. I wonder if the rest can still be poured out in a bowl.

Lu Changqing came back with the medicine and saw Zhou Huilan serving rice. He grabbed the bowl and put it on the chopping board, "Let's apply the medicine first."

"It's better to throw it out. Is this enough for you to drink?"

Lu Changqing didn't even look at it. He nodded while opening the small porcelain bottle containing the ointment. He picked a little with his fingers and carefully applied it on the little red spot on the back of Zhou Huilan's hand. His careful look made Zhou Huilan almost think that he was busy with something big.

Operation.

After making sure to apply an even and thin layer, Lu Changqing let go of Zhou Huilan's hand and said, "It's enough. Put this bowl and the bird's nest in the pot to steam it, and we'll eat together."

The cup of bird's nest that Lu Changqing held in his arms was now completely cold.

Zhou Huilan stood up and wanted to get the steamer, but was pushed down by Lu Changqing. He went to open the cabinet himself, but the young master, who had never been in the kitchen, didn't even know which steamer it was.

Seeing that he took several wrong ones in a row, Zhou Huilan stood up with a helpless smile, took out the largest steamer at the bottom, turned around to get the water, but was snatched away by Lu Changqing, "You're injured, I'll come.

alley."

Although he didn't know how to do it, he worked carefully. After collecting the water, he wiped the dirty stove with a rag, then placed the steamer, put in the grate, put the pimple soup and the bird's nest cup in, and closed it.

He turned on the pot lid again, and when he was done, Dian Dian ran back to Zhou Huilan and sat on the pony.

Chow Huilan had never had this kind of experience of being properly arranged.

When you are not married, you have to listen to Zhou Zhenhai. When you are married, you have to listen to Wang Jianye, Zhou Zhenhai and Zhao Hongyan. After divorce, you are forced to bow your head by life. If you think about it carefully, in decades of life, you have never been beaten by anyone.

Such careful care.

No, maybe her mother had it before, but it was also under Zhou Zhenhai's high pressure. As a young girl, she didn't realize how precious this kind of care was, so she lost it when her mother left.

"Are you particularly moved right now and want to marry me?"

(End of chapter)