Her stomach growled, Zhuo Jian subconsciously touched her belly, and then looked at the person who was cooking and urged: "Hurry up, I'm so hungry."
Fu Yanye turned to look at her. She still looked tired, but her eyes seemed different from before.
Got a splash?
Fu Yanye changed cooking to cooking noodles because Zhuo Jian was too hungry.
Garnish with vegetables and eggs for her.
And vinegar pickled cucumbers!
Zhuo Jian was very satisfied. She ate a cucumber first, then looked at the bowl of noodles on the table and pulled it directly in front of her. After making sure that he couldn't take it away, she asked him: "Aren't you going to eat it?"
"You can't finish it."
Fu Yanye raised his eyebrows.
"..."
Does this mean that he will eat the rest of her food before she can finish it?
Zhuo Jian picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, and couldn't help but look at him again.
"Why don't you go get another bowl and we can separate."
It's cleaner this way.
"No! You eat yours first."
Fu Yanye said.
"oh!"
Zhuo Jian agreed and continued to eat with his head down, taking a sip of noodle soup.
Fu Yanye saw her chewing on the remaining orange peel. It was clean and there was no pulp left at all. She seemed to be a bit mysophobic.
It might seem a little weird if one person has mysophobia, but if both of them are like this, that's fine.
The cell phone rang suddenly. He stretched his legs, took out the cell phone from his trouser pocket, and answered: "What's the matter?"
"knew!"
Fu Yanye looked at the woman who was eating the noodles he had cooked. She looked very good when eating. Naturally, she had been taught well by her parents since childhood.
Putting the phone aside first, he went back inside with the plate, poured the orange peels into the trash can, then washed the plate and put it away.
Zhuo Jian looked at the cell phone he had just put on the table and thought something must be wrong with him, but he could keep his composure.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but observe him and felt that he was really capable.
It would be nice if he could still be this capable after the wedding, even if it's just for a year or two.
While she was continuing to eat in a good mood, Fu Yanye's cell phone suddenly rang again. It was Lin Ruxiang.
Zhuo Jian was really unhappy when she saw that name, but she still reminded her: "Your phone number is Lin Ruxiang."
"You pick it up for me."
Fu Yanye said, pouring pure water into the kettle.
Zhuo Jian's eyes were sharp in a flash, and he immediately picked up his mobile phone and opened the answer button.
"Yan Ye, I just saw a hot search on the Internet, which seems to be about me, but I swear, I really don't know about this matter. Don't get me wrong."
The voice sounded indeed anxious and innocent.
"There is no misunderstanding, I know it was you who wrote it."
Zhuo Jian spoke indifferently.
"Zhuo Jian? Why did you answer Yanye's cell phone?"
"Of course we are together!"
Zhuo Jian looked down at the noodle soup in the bowl, picked up the spoon and took a sip.
"What are you showing off for?"
Lin Ruxiang asked her frantically.
"What can I show off? It's nothing more than lying on the same bed with him every night, being held in his arms, and by the way, we also have our own child."
Zhuo Jian showed off in a nonchalant way.
"Zhuo Jian, you murderer, what qualifications do you have to tell me this? You will not die a good death!"
"A murderer does not deserve a good death, especially a murderer who is a habitual liar."
Zhuo Jian retorted coldly, feeling it was funny in her heart. A thief calls out to catch a thief? But she really did.
"you......"
"By the way, I heard when I returned to China that you still have two months to live."
Zhuo Jian spoke coldly, but his eyes watched the tall Fu Yanye walking towards him.