Reborn 1990's Fat Wife Should Be Self-Reliant

Chapter 71 Confession
A chopped green onion pot, the beaten egg liquid is poured into the pot in a circle, soaked in oil and quickly fluffy and swelled, the fragrant egg smell fills the room, spread it with chopsticks and pour a bowl of water in, the fragrance Immediately, he was suppressed.

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

Lu Changqing was sitting at the door of the kitchen, looking at Zhou Huilan's skillful appearance, the panic just dissipated instantly, and he felt a lot of irony.

Just looking at that busy figure, he couldn't help but wonder, what kind of blind bastard is Yaoyao's own father who would divorce such a woman?
Zhou Huilan turned her head and saw Lu Changqing holding her face in her hands, staring at her eagerly, her thin lips slightly parted, really childish just like Yaoyao, she couldn't help laughing.

"Tell me, if you marry a wife and come back tomorrow, and still eat at my house like this, your wife will definitely fight with you!" Facing Lu Changqing, Zhou Huilan took Lu Fengxia's perspective, looking at him just like looking at Yao Yao is about the same.

Lu Changqing raised his head all of a sudden, "Why do you want to marry a daughter-in-law? It would be good if I married you back."

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

She lifted the lid of the pot, threw a handful of chopped greens into it, and poured the batter into it along the side of the pot, and the boiling pot surface immediately stopped.

"I'm not making trouble." Lu Changqing suddenly stood up, and walked behind Zhou Huilan in big strides.

Zhou Huilan, who was staring at the pot noodles, didn't notice it at all, until her shoulders were turned by Lu Changqing to face the serious face, she still thought it was just a child messing around, "Let go, it's on fire, don't mess around!"

"Zhou Huilan, you are 27, and I am also 27, why do you always talk to me in an elder tone."

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

"I like you and want to eat what you cook for the rest of my life. This is not a joke."

The pimple soup in the pot boiled quickly, and the steaming heat rose straight up. Zhou Huilan wanted to turn off the fire, but Lu Changqing held her shoulder tightly, making it difficult for her to break free for a while.

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

"Zhou Huilan, do you really not understand, or are you pretending not to understand?"

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

"What are you talking about, let go of your hands!"

But Lu Changqing not only didn't let go, but suddenly lowered his face, his nose almost touched Zhou Huilan's nose, she wanted to hide in a panic, but was held tightly by the man's shoulders and couldn't move, and Lu Changqing's breathing became more and more heavy within a short distance... …

"Snapped!"

Zhou Huilan raised her arm, covered Lu Changqing's mouth with a slap, and pushed that big head far away while he was distracted.

The air in front of her face became much fresher. Zhou Huilan took a few breaths and felt her heartbeat became much more stable. She said angrily, "What are you crazy about, you, let me go!"

Lu Changqing's unwilling eyes darkened, "You said you want to let go?"

Zhou Huilan nodded quickly.

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

And underneath is the boiling pot.

"Ahhh... help..."

Lu Changqing grabbed the woman's waist with his long arm. With a little force, Zhou Huilan threw herself into his arms, "This time, you called for help."

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

Seeing this, the man was about to let go, so frightened that Zhou Huilan quickly grabbed his shoulder, "Okay, okay, thank you, let me stand up, okay?"

Lu Changqing nodded, took Zhou Huilan in his arms and took two steps to the side before letting go.

"Oh!"

Zhou Huilan had just stood firm when she saw the pimple soup jumping out of the pot.

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

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

Zhou Huilan was in a hurry just now, and Zhou Huilan didn't even notice which hand was scalded. At this time, the cold tap water rushed down, and she felt that the scalded place was hot, but it was quickly suppressed.

After rushing for an unknown amount of time, Lu Changqing let go of her wrist, "You rush by yourself for a while, and I'll get the burn ointment."

The hand without support fell directly down, 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 tap and turned to look at the pimple soup.

After such a long time, the pimple soup in the pot has lost its heat and overflowed the pot. I don’t know if the rest can be filled into a bowl.

When Lu Changqing came back from taking the medicine, he saw Zhou Huilan serving rice, so he grabbed the bowl and put it on the chopping board, "First apply the medicine."

"It's better to throw it out, is this enough for you to drink?"

Lu Changqing didn't even look at it, opened the small porcelain bottle containing the ointment while nodding, picked up a little bit with his fingers, and carefully wiped it on the little red spot on the back of Zhou Huilan's hand. Zhou Huilan almost thought that he was busy with something. Operation.

After making sure to apply an even and thin layer, Lu Changqing let go of Zhou Huilan's hand, "Enough to drink, put this bowl together with the bird's nest and steam it, let's eat together."

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

Zhou Huilan got up and wanted to get the steamer, but was pressed down by Lu Changqing. He went to open the cabinet by 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 placed at the bottom, turned around to fetch water, but was snatched by Lu Changqing, "You are injured, I will come alley."

Although he doesn't know how to do it, he does things carefully. After receiving the water, he wipes the dirty stove with a rag. Then he puts the steamer on, puts the grate in it, puts the pimple soup and the bird's nest cup in it, and covers it. The pot lid was turned on again, and when it was over, it ran back to Zhou Huilan and sat on the pony.

Zhou Huilan had never experienced 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. When you are divorced, you are forced to bow your head by life. Thinking about it, decades of life have never been accepted by others. So carefully cared for.

No, maybe her mother had it when she was there, but it was also under Zhou Zhenhai's high pressure. As a teenager, she hadn't realized the preciousness of this kind of care, so she lost it with her mother's departure.

"Are you very moved now and want to marry me?"

(End of this chapter)