Chapter 110 A Family of Three Cooking a Child
Before Xie Zaozao could react to what was happening, her tears had already been wiped away. Then Fu Yanzhi said with a hint of disgust, "Go and have a rest. You look so pitiful."
Xie Zao Zao: ...
No one had ever used that word to describe her in her life.
How is she pitiful?
Then he watched Fu Yanzhi ask Shuyue to bring warm water, liquor and some cotton wool, and he held the child in his arms and walked around the room.
While turning around, he looked at Xie Zaozao, his eyes full of, what's the matter, you can't do without me?
Xie Zao Zao: ...
Suddenly I felt despised.
But then she woke up and couldn't drink it anymore. So how about taking a bath? She had the spiritual spring water.
System: “Oh, that’s right.”
Xie Zaozao: "I'm stupid, are you stupid too?"
The system thought to itself that I have always been a fool. Even if I were not a fool, I would have been fooled by your crazy operations along the way.
Xie Zao Zao made an excuse to go to the cubicle and got a basin of spiritual spring water to bathe the child. Once again, Fu Yanzhi despised him: "Such cold water?"
Xie Zao Zao: "It's okay."
Fu Yanzhi ignored her and handed the basin of water to Shuyue: "Heat it up."
Then he paused and said, "Boil another pot."
Xie Zaozao: “What?”
"Soak your feet and go to bed early." Fu Yanzhi was holding the child. He was a young man in white clothes, with an upright posture, cold eyebrows and eyes, and the look of a banished immortal. The kid on his shoulder grunted and farted.
Suddenly the atmosphere was gone.
Hot water was brought over, and Xie Zao Zao soaked little Xingsu in the basin first, gently kneading his whole body. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the little guy's complexion looked better.
She thought the child should just soak in it until the fever subsided.
But he was afraid that the water would get cold and be bad for the child, so he asked Shuyue to move the small stove for boiling water into the room and put the basin on it.
Then he moved a small chair and squatted there to watch the dolls cooking in the pot.
Fu Yanzhi: ...
Xie Zao Zao looked at Fu Yanzhi's expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
Fu Yanzhi: "..."
Xie Zaozao studied Fu Yanzhi's expression for a moment, then looked at the steam rising from the basin. After thinking for a moment, she asked for a palm-leaf fan and fanned the basin.
Not afraid of cold or hot.
Perfect.
Fu Yanzhi held his forehead with his hand.
There were thousands of words in his heart, but when he thought of Xie Zaozao's tears, he held them back. Finally, he pulled a small chair and sat next to Xie Zaozao.
"It's okay, you're so powerful, he will definitely be fine." He said softly.
Thank you for not speaking at this time.
Shuyue wanted to speak, but he just brought over a basin of water and then a stove. When he brought over another basin of water, he saw his husband and Xie Zaozao each brought a small stool and sat in front of the stove, where the child was cooking.
Xie Zaozao was holding a large palm-leaf fan in her hand and fanning herself constantly.
What's this for? Is it not cooked enough? Want to eat earlier?
It’s the middle of the night now. Didn’t you have enough to eat last night?
Shuyue: “!!!!”
What are his husband and Xie Zaozao going to do? Eat the child?
His face turned pale and he rushed over. Just as he was about to take the child out of the basin, he was kicked by Xiao Xingsu's white and tender feet.
People don't want to come out.
Shuyue was covered in water and stood there woodenly, watching this strange yet joyful scene.
A family of three cooks a child...
He is redundant.
Shuyue turned around and went out silently, closing the door.
The room fell into silence. Xie Zaozao was fanning the basin with his head down. Seeing that the child was more energetic, he finally relaxed.
Feeling a little tired.
Fu Yanzhi took the initiative to bring up the topic: "How old are you?"
Xie Zaozao thought the original owner was about 28 years old, so he told the truth.
Fu Yanzhi said: "Still a child."
Xie Zao Zao asked: "How old are you?"
Fu Yanzhi: "Twenty."
"You're a bit old then."
Fu Yanzhi: "..."
He wanted to explain that it was unprecedented for someone of his age to be the head of the Xuanmen sect, but he also felt that there was no point in explaining this to this woman.
She can fly. If she didn't just want to be a maid, it wouldn't be difficult for her to start a sect.
"What do you like to do on weekdays?"
Xie Zaozao looked up at the sky: "I don't know."
On weekdays, she practices boxing and swordplay, running around and doing all sorts of things according to the system's requirements, but in fact, if it weren't for this, she wouldn't have anything to do.
Fu Yanzhi said: "I don't know either."
Xie Zaozao: "I haven't asked you yet."
Fu Yanzhi was silent for a while: "...You're not going to ask?"
Xie Zao Zao thought about it and said, "I don't really want to ask."
Fu Yanzhi stopped talking.
After a while, he seemed to suddenly think of something interesting, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He reached out to take the palm-leaf fan from Xie Zaozao's hand and added some cold water to Xiao Xingsu's basin.
"What are you laughing at?" Xie Zao Zao asked.
Fu Yanzhi: "I don't know."
Xie Zaozao: "Then tell me what you know?"
Fu Yanzhi just laughed.
Xie Zaozao was confused and didn't know what was wrong with this man.
Little Xingsu's whole body was pink, but his face had returned to its healthy pink and white color, and his eyes looked brighter. It seemed that his fever had subsided.
Xie took him out of the basin early, dried him, wrapped him in a quilt, and put him back on the bed.
As a result, the little guy kept nudging into her arms, as if he was hungry.
Xie Zaozao glanced at Fu Yanzhi. He was not looking at her. She pulled the curtain beside the bed and fed the child.
Fu Yanzhi originally wanted to call Shuyue to come in and clean up, but when he heard the noise inside, he was stunned. He seemed a little embarrassed. He looked outside hesitantly, then looked at the curtains, sighed, and bent down to clean up himself.
After feeding the child, Xie Zaozao was exhausted, but little Xingsu, who had been busy all day, was still energetic and kept babbling while pulling his mother's hair.
Xie Zao Zao poked his cheek and said weakly, "It's really annoying."
Taking care of a child is more tiring than practicing. She can be so energetic and energetic that she can go three days without taking a breath. She didn't feel anything when she was taking the child around before, but now that the child is sick, she is exhausted after just half a day.
Little Xingsu pulled his mother and babbled, wanting to speak. Xie Zaozao was more tolerant of the child at this time, so she wanted to hold on and talk to him for a while.
As a result, the curtain was opened, and Fu Yanzhi took the child away: "You sleep."
Xie Zaozao didn't expect that Fu Yanzhi hadn't left yet, so she subconsciously covered herself with the quilt, leaving only her eyes exposed.
Fu Yanzhi: "I haven't seen anything about you."
Is this woman still shy?
Fu Yanzhi took the child out. Xie Zaozao thought about how Xiao Xingsu and Fu Yanzhi were not close before, so she wanted to forget it. However, she fell asleep because she was too sleepy.
Fu Yanzhi carried little Xingsu around the room, and when he saw that the little guy was always looking outside, he took a cloak and wrapped him tightly from head to toe and carried him out.
I don't know when the snow started falling outside. The sky above the waterside pavilion was a little red. Some of the evergreen trees, Euphorbia pulcherrima, and poinsettia that Xie had planted in the courtyard were in bloom. Snowflakes fluttered down on the petals and finally fell into the snow.
Little Xingsu had never seen snow before, so he babbled to the snow, his big eyes full of curiosity.
"Xingsu, this is snow. It will be cold when it snows, and you will get sick." Fu Yanzhi said in the little guy's ear.
This fair and tender child felt heavy in his arms. He turned his head from time to time, and his smooth face rubbed against his, with a faint scent of milk.
I feel my heart softened.
At this moment, he was standing under the eaves holding his child, quietly watching the snowy night. Many years ago, he seemed to have had such a time. At that time, the Fu family was surrounded by green trees, birds singing and flowers blooming.
"Little guy, do you know who I am? I am your father."
Little Xingsu blinked her big eyes and looked at Fu Yanzhi. Just as she was about to smile, her face suddenly frowned and she snorted.
But the gaze wasn't directed at him.
Fu Yan was startled and turned to look at the place where Xiao Xingsu was looking. A figure disappeared at the end of the corner.
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