My husband is a wife

Chapter 1026 Only him
Even Su Qi who was driving felt a strong pressure.

Really capable, with a few words, he pushed Master Xing to the brink of explosion.

After waiting for a long time, no one said anything, and the little daughter-in-law was even more aggrieved: "Well, I am a poor person that no one cares about, no one loves, and no one loves. When the same kind is born together, they feel more secure."

Master Xing had a dark face, gritted his teeth, resisted the urge to strangle her, and finally said: "I will protect you."

Xiahou Huan'er raised her head and looked at him pitifully: "Do you care about me, love me, love me?"

He poked at her coldly: "Don't push yourself too far."

Xiahou Huan'er was stunned: "If you get an inch, you must measure it."

one by one
After being away for more than ten days, I returned to the villa in the canyon again, just like the first time I came, silent, dead, and lifeless.

Love is no longer in the villa.

Xiahou Huan'er didn't ask him again how to deal with her.

Or, he killed her, or, she returned to her previous life.

She is not a kind person, and she has no mercy for those who betray her.

However, she began to struggle.

"Dongfang Xing, what about the next three meals?"

Don't tell her that she will have to eat compressed dry food in the future, and she will collapse.

Dongfang Xing frowned, he was also entangled, the corpse king is not omnipotent, obviously also stumped by this problem.

Can the zombie camp pick out subordinates who can cook?

Zombies generally don't need cooked food, they can drink blood directly, or eat compressed dry food to satisfy their hunger, plus years of melee, who will study cooking skills?
With Love's example of betrayal, he doesn't trust outsiders.

Clenching his fists, the corpse king made a very surprising decision: "I will."

Xiahou Huan'er was full of astonishment, and looked at him suspiciously: "Would you do it?"

500 years ago, he was born a rich man with a golden key in his mouth. Is he needed to cook?

After becoming a zombie, how much free time does he have to cook?
Dongfang Xing gave her a cold look, and walked towards the kitchen without saying a word.

Action is the strongest proof.

Xiahou Huan'er followed into the kitchen and watched him quickly put on an apron, take out ingredients from the freezer, wash rice and cook, wash and chop vegetables.

Burning, frying, stewing, stewing, boiling, everything is done neatly.

Looks like he's good at cooking.

Xiahou Huan'er looked at him with his hands crossed.

He has strong fighting power, strong action ability, strong problem solving efficiency, and even his cooking skills are very strong.

Such a man is full of strength, who can resist?

However, the appearance is still so handsome, so handsome, so cool, whether you look at it head-on, sideways, looking down, or looking up, there is no blind spot at all.

Hearing the sound of drooling, Master Xing asked lightly: "Hungry?"

Xiahou Huan'er swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and smiled awkwardly: "I'm hungry."

Dongfang Xing filled a bowl of broth and handed it to her: "It will be ready soon."

Xiahou Huan'er took it, took a sip, and was surprised: "Hey, the taste is very good, I can't tell you really have two brushes."

Dongfang Xing glanced at her lightly. In fact, he had already forgotten how long he hadn't cooked, but cooking is something that, once you learn it, you will never forget it for the rest of your life.

There are only two living bodies in this room, she can't count on it, and he is the only one left.

Xiahou Huan'er finished the soup, still feeling unfulfilled.

"I wash the dishes."

Xiahou Huan'er happily took out two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks from the disinfection cupboard, and washed them in the sink.

(End of this chapter)