Mr. Lu, don't abuse me, Madam really won't give you andrology treatment

Lu Lingche was picky in other aspects, but he was never picky about eating. No matter what Qiao Yin cooked, he would eat it all.

However, he didn't touch the green vegetables she fried because he remembered that she liked to eat them, and the amount of vegetables she cooked was not large, only enough for her alone.

Qiao Yin was originally afraid that he would snatch her vegetables, but when he ate all the noodles and didn't even touch a single vegetable, she felt a little embarrassed.

He has never been picky about food. There is only one possibility that he doesn't eat vegetables. He specially leaves them for her to eat.

Why do you look so miserable?It’s as if they can’t even afford green vegetables.

Qiao Yin ate the last small green vegetable, silently picked up the empty dishes, and wanted to wash them.

But as soon as she stood up, the dishes were taken over by Lu Lingche: "I'll do it."

Qiao Yin stared blankly at his back as he walked towards the kitchen carrying the dishes. For a moment, she didn't wish he was so good, otherwise she wouldn't be able to scold him anymore.

There was the sound of gurgling water in the kitchen, and then the slight sound of clinking dishes.

Qiao Yin wiped the table with a rag, then entered the kitchen and stood next to Lu Lingche: "I'll wash the rag."

Lu Lingche reached out to take the rag, held up her hand with his other hand, looked at it, and said calmly: "Just keep your hand, I'll just wash it."

Qiao Yin looked at him strangely: "My hand is not injured, so why bother?"

"If you keep your fingers clean of the spring water, you will become more and more beautiful."

Qiao Yin couldn't help but look down at her hands. She had never done any work since she was a child. Her grandmother doted on her and raised her like a baby. She was never used for things like washing and cooking. Her hands were used The most popular thing is to get acupuncture needles.

So her hands have indeed always been well maintained, white, tender, delicate, slender and slender.

The time when she used her hands the most was during the three months she was married to Lu Lingche. At that time, she cooked for him in different ways every day, washed and ironed his clothes, and worked hard to learn to be a good wife.It turned out that self-motivated giving was of no use. She had never seen him feel distressed before when she served him so humbly.

Now that she doesn't want him and is no longer willing to serve him, he knows how to feel sorry for her and let her take care of her.

She had foolishly listened to Mrs. Lu's words, quit her job as soon as she got married, stayed at home every day, repeatedly did meaningless housework, held Lu Lingche up like a god, and completely lost herself.

So Lu Lingche couldn't see her at all at that time. No matter how much she worked, he thought she was nothing. He even asked her to study more with Lan Yuyi. He said that Lan Yuyi was actively working hard to learn medical skills and knowledge even when she was pregnant, but she only Goofing around with only one face.

In fact, he was right, she was indeed not as sober as Lan Yu at that time.

What makes Lan Yuyi better than her is that even if she is engaged to Lu Shengqing and is already confirmed to be the young lady of the Lu family, she has never lost herself, let alone thought of quitting her job and washing and cooking at home every day to serve her husband.

That's what a servant is supposed to do, isn't it?

Lu Lingche looked at Qiao Yin while washing the dishes. When he saw her long eyelashes hanging down and not speaking, he knew that she was probably unhappy.

He couldn't help but sigh. Did he say the wrong thing again?

After washing the dishes and drying his hands, he picked up Qiao Yin and walked to the bedroom: "Grandpa, why don't you talk anymore? I made you unhappy?"

Qiao Yin raised her eyelashes and looked at him: "No, actually I don't blame you, I blame myself."

Lu Lingche put her on the bed and looked at her with a headache. She was speaking in a coded manner. He had no idea what she was talking about or what he had done wrong.

He half-knelt in front of her and looked at her deeply: "Which thing are you talking about that you blame or not me? There should be nothing in the past that you did not blame me for." (End of Chapter)