Reborn 1990's Fat Wife Should Be Self-Reliant

Chapter 133 Wild Species
On the Lang Son battlefield that year, Wang Daboo died to save Zhou Zhenhai. He was a martyr and Zhou Zhenhai's savior.

Zhou Zhenhai compensated the Wang family at first, perhaps out of guilt and wanted to repay, but after all these years, under the spiritual guidance of Zhao Hongying, he almost got what he wanted from the mother and son.

But all of this is based on the fact that Wang Jianye is the son of Wang Dabo.

If he is not...

"Nonsense!" Zhou Zhenhai kicked over the coffee table in front of him, and stared at Zhou Huilan viciously, as if he was going to rush up and tear her apart 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 pressed the on button neatly.

The positions of the tapes were all adjusted, and after a brief clap, the sound came out quickly.

"What stepfather and stepfather, Jianye is my own son!"

"My surname is Wang, and your surname is Zhang. It's good enough to be a cheap stepfather. It's been a long time. I think you have been confused! Hahahaha..."

Zhao Hongying's trembling face turned paler. She clutched Wang Jianye's arm tightly, and cursed with red eyes: "Damn girl! Let you spread rumors! See if I don't tear your mouth apart!"

Wang Jianye, who was pushed by her, did not move, but shrank back a bit.

Having suffered losses from Zhou Huilan more than once, he knew very well that he was not Zhou Huilan's opponent.

"Ah-"

Zhao Hongying didn't dare to go forward, she tore her hair and sat down on the ground, shouting hysterically.

Tried to use this method to cover up the voice on the radio, but Zhou Zhenhai's complexion became more and more gloomy.

"Huh! I was with Hongying before Wang Dabo went to the battlefield. Whose son doesn't know. Don't you think Wang Jianye is not like Lao Tzu? What is there to be afraid of being a bastard? I have money when I am a bastard. You have money. Is it?"

"It's amazing, no wonder I don't see you at work, it's Lao Zhang who has nothing to worry about eating and drinking all day..."

"Bah!"

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

"We've never met Uncle Wang. Dad, you have. This is the Zhang Xiangqian in the recording. He has lived in Zhao Hongying's house for decades. The Meat Factory Family Court will know it just by asking." Zhou Huilan said Then, he stepped forward and handed the photo to Zhou Zhenhai.

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

It's just that his hand that took the photo was trembling uncontrollably. When the person in the photo saw it, he looked at Wang Jianye in disbelief.

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

But before he walked out of the small courtyard, he heard Zhou Zhenhai's furious voice in the room.

Zhou Zhenhai is an extremely conceited person, such a person would never admit that he was wrong, but what Zhou Huilan showed today made him have to admit that he was wrong.

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

When she was down and down, Zhou Huilan also imagined that her father regretted driving her away and was looking for her everywhere, but what the reality gave her was a resounding slap in the face.

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

For a father, everyone praises him if he does a good job, but it's only natural if he doesn't do a good job.

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 father's superior status, he can still dictate to him, why?
It's not that she begged him to bring her into this world!

Time flies, and it is the eighth day of the lunar new year in a blink of an eye. The restaurant resumes business, and Zhou Huilan will continue to work.

In a few days, the promotion list of the gourmet competition was sent over. In this round, six chefs will compete on the same stage. Finally, three chefs will be selected to participate in the finals, and then No.1 will be elected.

This time, the competition was not about cooking, but about taste, but the promotion letter didn't mention how to compare.

Zhou Huilan wasn't afraid of cooking, but she couldn't tell what the organizer could compare to the taste alone, so she could only remember the taste of each ingredient as much as possible.

At noon this day, when I was about to take a break from lunch shift, another list came.

I ordered two tomato and egg noodles, one with cucumber and one with braised beef.

These are all ready-made, without Zhou Huilan's hands, Su Xiaoliang went to serve the dishes, but the waiter came to the back kitchen and said that the customer wanted to see the master chef just after the dishes were brought out.

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

Unexpectedly, it was Zhou Zhenhai who wanted to see her.

It was only a few days since we saw each other, Zhou Zhenhai's gray hair turned into snow white, and he looked haggard that couldn't be concealed. Zhou Huilan only recognized him when she walked up to him.

Zhou Huilan took a deep breath, polite and official, "Is there any problem with this meal?"

Zhou Zhenhai put down his chopsticks tremblingly, and pointed to the bowl of noodles opposite, "Hui Lan, sit down and have a meal with Dad."

"I'm sorry, if there's nothing wrong with the food, I'm off work already." Zhou Huilan turned around and left after she finished speaking, but she heard a "snap" and didn't know what was broken, she turned around subconsciously, and saw Zhou Zhenhai trembling hands Weiwei was picking up the chopsticks among the pieces.

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

But seeing with her own eyes the twilight look of this once domineering old man, Zhou Huilan admitted that she still couldn't turn a blind eye.

She handed over another pair of chopsticks from the table next to her, called the waiter to sweep up the debris on the ground, and took a deep breath while standing by the table.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"I just came to tell you, Jian... that boy Wang Jianye, I won't let him come to my house anymore. If you are free, you can bring Yaoyao back and ask your Auntie Hu to help take care of the child. You too I can relax."

Zhou Huilan looked at him fixedly, "Are you finished?"

Zhou Zhenhai nodded his head grumpily, pointing to the bowl of noodles in a panic to ask Zhou Huilan to sit down, but Zhou Huilan had already turned around and left without looking back.

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

This time, the method of the competition was written clearly, and each contestant was required to prepare a dish of food, which was handed over to the organizer for the contestants to guess, but what they guessed was still not written.

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

(End of this chapter)