Back in the living room, she lay tiredly on the sofa and fell asleep with her eyes closed. He picked her up and put her down in the room. He covered her with a quilt. He went to the bathroom, put hot water on it, washed a clean towel, and wiped the foundation on her face and lips.
Even though she had applied lipstick, she was still asleep.
He put down the towel and came back, lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead and cheek. She was his wife. He could kiss her whenever he wanted. He was filled with joy and joy that made him smile all the time. He lowered his head and pecked her lips a few more times.
He got off the bed, tucked her in, then took her wallet and keys and walked out of the room gently, walked out of the door. Locked the door and went downstairs, ran to the nearby market and quickly bought a variety of meat and vegetables, and bought a pair of red dates at the dessert shop on the way back.
Skin milk and lotus seed red bean paste.
When he got home and glanced at her, he was still asleep. After washing the meat and cutting the vegetables, he started cooking, hoping it wouldn't be too bad and that she wouldn't dislike it. It was just that he didn't know what to do with his cooking skills.
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Four dishes and one soup were brought to the table. Except for the stewed chicken soup, which looked okay, the other dishes didn't look very good. He tried it once and immediately thought that he would throw it away and go downstairs to order. When he raised his head, the little man said
Yawning and walking out in confusion.
Zhao Tianqin walked out of the room and looked at the food on the dining table hazily. He sat down at the dining table and looked at the food and looked at his embarrassed look. He burst out laughing. He took the chopsticks in front of him and took a bite, swallowing it without words.
"Don't want to eat?" Zhao Tianqin asked calmly, holding back his inner collapse.
Huang Zezhong took her chopsticks distressedly and said, "Don't eat it. There are also chopped vegetables and meat. Can you go stir-fry them? My cooking skills are really not good. I will practice them in the future and won't let you cook all the time."
of."
Zhao Tianqin reached out and took the chopsticks in his hand and tried them again, looking at him with raised eyebrows, "Let me make up for it. Forget it, I won't wrong myself at home, so..."
"Well, you go cook and I'll clean up." Huang Zezhong calmed down and said, stroking her hair.
Zhao Tianqin took the insulated gloves and brought the stew pot back to the kitchen and put it back on the fire. He added a little water and a little vinegar and cooked it for a while. Then he put in a little sugar and tried again. The taste was good. He looked at the chopped ingredients and shook his head.
, this knife skill...
He took the knife and cut it again. Huang Zezhong packed it up and came in. He saw her cutting the vegetables again. His face couldn't help but blush, and he asked awkwardly, "When did you learn cooking? How long did you learn it?"
"14 years old, studied for a month"
"How can you do this in one month? I'm afraid your knife skills need more than one month, right?" Huang Zezhong looked at the radish shreds she cut, which were almost exactly the same size, and they were very fast.
"Talent, not to mention that everyone in my family is good at craftsmanship and cooking, so I've heard it through my ears and eyes. My grandpa is famous for cutting tofu pudding. Unfortunately, you can't see it, and neither can my parents! Well, when I first started learning, I was better than
You cook delicious food, but your cooking skills are not bright at all, but they have been practiced." Zhao Tianqin said with a chuckle, while frying green peppers.
"Honey, can you teach me how to cook?" He walked up behind her, supported her slender waist and leaned against her.
Zhao Tianqin was so shocked that he let go of the spatula. His face and ears instantly turned red, and he froze without moving. After a while, he whispered, "You...go away, don't do this."
A burnt smell wafted over, and Zhao Tianqin instantly became angry when he smelled the burnt smell. He turned off the fire, stepped on his instep, turned around and pushed him hard, but with her little strength, she couldn't push him at all.
Huang Zezhong looked down at her rosy little face and ears. Without any intention of letting her go, he directly hugged her into his arms and whispered, "Don't be angry! Don't be shy, eh! Wife."
After a while, the heat on his face subsided a little, and Zhao Tianqin whispered, "Don't make trouble, I'm hungry, I'm cooking." What on earth has he been happy about? What is he happy about?
"Okay." Huang Zezhong immediately let go of her. Her waist was so slender that there was still room for him to fully hold his hands. She was small and had small shoulders, like a child who had not grown up. Plus her face
Her face totally looks like that of a daughter.
Zhao Tianqin poured the burnt green peppers into the garbage basket, washed the pot, turned around and looked at him seriously, "Don't make trouble, or I'll go home."
"Okay, but you won't take me with you when you go home? You are my wife now," Huang Zezhong stood beside her and said with a smile.
"I haven't even met your parents, and the wedding hasn't been held. You can take the soup out first." Zhao Tianqin didn't look at him. He was cooking, turned down the heat, took out another pot, washed it and put it on the other stove.
Fry them all at the same time.
Huang Zezhong walked in without saying a word, and looked at her quietly with a somewhat indifferent expression, "After dinner, let's talk carefully. They can't even compare to your hair. If possible, I don't want to have such parents. Don't worry about it."
They were angry with me."
Zhao Tianqin didn't say anything as she fried the vegetables one by one and put them aside. After frying the last fish-flavored pork slices, he took it out just as she was about to take it out. She tidied up the kitchen and washed her hands before taking off her apron and going out.
The two of them ate lunch quietly. Zhao Tianqin felt his sadness and grievance and was unwilling to speak.
Huang Zezhong lived quietly in his young and extremely poor life, longing to study and longing for his parents to like him. In the end, they left and ignored him as if he didn't exist...
Sighing, she took a spoon and poured a bowl of soup into her mouth. The chicken soup was light with a hint of sweetness. It was completely different from the taste he had just cooked. How did she do it? It looked like there was no change, it was still almost the same as before.
Putting aside all the unhappiness in his heart, he seriously ate the delicious lunch she cooked. The crispy fried spring flower meatballs were particularly delicious. I am afraid that many chefs could not match her cooking skills. She ate very little and he couldn't help but give it to her.
Seeing her hesitate to eat, he felt a little sad. After hesitating, she ate it, which made him feel happy instantly. She didn't dislike him giving it to her.
"I'm full, you can eat by yourself." Zhao Tianqin stood up and walked to the sofa to take the books in his backpack and sit on a chair on the balcony to read in the sun.
After Huang Zezhong ate quickly, he put away the dishes, washed them and put them away before walking out of the kitchen. The bright sunshine shone on her pale face, adding a hint of rosiness, and the beautiful look of her eyes calmly reading made him unable to take his eyes away.
After watching for a while, he took a chair and sat down next to her, took her book away and closed it, "Qinqin, I know you blame me for not taking you home, but you don't understand how bad they are, and I don't want to
You are wronged. Although you may think that I should not blame my parents, but what did they give me besides giving me life?
Yes, they have called me often recently and started to care about me, but I didn’t feel any warmth at all. I just felt that they were planning something. My grandma passed away and left me more than 3,000 yuan. I was only in the first grade of junior high school at that time. If I save
With a few points and a scholarship, I could barely graduate from junior high school. They came back on the last day of grandma’s death and cremation. They knelt down and disappeared. They didn’t even show up when grandma put on her final shroud. After the cremation, we went to bury the ashes and returned.
When they got home, they were sleeping.
But the room I lived in was ransacked, and they took away all the money my grandma gave me. When I asked them, they didn't say anything, ignored me, and ignored me. I told my uncle, aunt, and second aunt,
They said they didn't take it. After my uncle and the others left, two men beat me up and whipped me with a pole. I passed out and fell to the ground. When I woke up the next day, they were gone.
I was 13 years old at the time, facing a family with no relatives. I didn’t know where to go. I even wanted to commit suicide and go with my grandma. I was sent to the hospital after my uncle came to see me, and they even chipped in money to send me to school. All my relatives were like this.
They really don't deserve to be my parents. Although I don't know what they are planning. But they changed all this because they knew that your family is rich and my job has a high salary. You heard him asking me for money that day. What do you think?
Can parents like this treat you well? I'm afraid they will hurt you, do you understand?"