Chapter 64 Don't Wear an Apron When Eating
After eating the fried egg Song Yujia handed over, he frowned at it, but stuffed the whole thing into his mouth. "Aunt Liu slipped up today. The egg is broken."
"Why are there still eggshells?"
Without noticing Song Yujia with his face tilted beside her, Aunt Liu just happened to come out and saw the empty bowl.
"Xiaozhun, you've eaten the fried eggs. How do they taste?"
"Normally, Aunt Liu, you didn't perform well today."
"Hey, this is what our Jiajia made for you early in the morning. It's really hurtful for you to say that."
Aunt Liu said this and left with the plate, leaving Fu Zhun deeply moved and ready for emergency treatment.
"So you got up early to cook for me? You are awesome, baby. It is actually delicious, and tastes like fried eggs."
"Honey, the school doesn't teach how to fry eggs this semester."
Song Yujia was also very sad. In the past, he could only cook in a rental house with a kitchen, most of which were public. Moreover, he rarely fried eggs after buying them because it was a waste of oil. Learning to cook in school was no longer a basic skill, and he only managed to pass the test with the help of Shen Fei who secretly helped him.
Fu Jun felt so regretful that he wanted to slap himself twice right away. How could he speak so quickly?
"Baby, you are already amazing. It just doesn't look very good, but it tastes great. Try it this time, and next time you will make a delicious fried egg that is both delicious and fragrant."
"Really? I have some in the kitchen. I'll get it for you!"
That morning, Fu Zhun made five fried eggs by himself. It wasn't that many originally, but Song Yujia saw that he liked it and insisted on frying two more.
In addition to the fried eggs, what Fu Zhun cares about most is this apron.
"Baby, why are you wearing this all of a sudden?"
"You have to wear an apron when you cook. I only have this one, and it's a little short. Maybe I bought one that was too small for my husband. Look, there's grease all over my sleeves and my hands."
Fu Zhun was startled and didn't care about his clothes anymore. He quickly pulled Song Yujia's hand to look at it.
"Is it burned? Let me take a look."
"It's, uh, it was originally here."
Hearing Fu Jun's concern for her, Song Yujia immediately felt aggrieved. Her hands turned red after being splashed, but when she raised her hand, she couldn't find the red spot for a long time, so she pulled her hand back in embarrassment.
"It looks like it's healed now. Haha, I'm pretty thick-skinned if you put it that way."
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Seeing that the person was fine, Fu Zhun's eyes fell on the clothes again. The beautiful little clothes that he fell in love with at first sight were now worn over long-sleeved shirts and trousers, bearing everything that he should not have to bear.
"Xiaozhun, this apron you bought is too small. It's actually quite pretty. The little lace makes Jiajia look even cuter when she wears it."
"Haha, eat quickly, Aunt Liu, or it will get cold later."
Fu Zhun handed Aunt Liu an egg, then turned to Song Yujia and said, "Baby, don't wear an apron when you eat. Take it off first."
Without waiting for Song Yujia's reply, he went straight to unfastening the laces at the back and casually stuffed the clothes behind himself, preparing to leave after dinner. At the same time, he thought of a very suitable new topic and praised himself.
"Baby, how do you want to celebrate your birthday? Do you want to have a party?"
"Um?"
"We can have a super fancy party."
"I don't want it."
Song Yujia was full and poked his empty bowl with chopsticks in boredom. "Chinese New Year is coming soon. My birthday is right between the new year and my exams. I want to study hard. Besides, there's nothing fun about the party. There are people I don't know. Can we just stay at home?"
Fu Jun felt that celebrating at home was too lonely and ordinary. Song Yujia's birthday should be celebrated with a super luxurious banquet that everyone in the city could attend. This would be worthy of his baby.
"Isn't that a bit boring? It's your birthday, baby."
"But I think it's good enough for you to accompany me. I don't want so many people. I will have to do a lot of superficial work. I just want to be at home with you, husband~"
"Okay! We'll live the way you want."
Fu Jun felt that he owed him a lot, and was very happy to hear what he said. If he didn't hold a birthday party, he would just give Song Yujia the money from other places.
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Time flies when Chinese New Year is approaching. Two days before the New Year, Aunt Liu made lunch for them and went home.
Because they have to visit their parents during the Chinese New Year instead of staying at home, they also have to decorate their home in advance.
In the study, Fu Zhun wrote couplets and took a piece of paper to write the word "Fu" for Song Yujia.
"Baby, if you write the word 'Fu', our family will definitely be happier."
Although it sounded awkward, Song Yujia still happily picked up a brush and tried to write. As a result, Fu Zhun's finished couplet was a very nice one, like a seller's show, while Song Yujia's was obviously a Chinese character for "Fu", like a buyer's show.
"I'd better not put this on. It's too ugly."
Song Yujia put down the brush and whispered to himself, "I haven't learned calligraphy yet, it's good enough that I can write it. Don't set your expectations too high."
"How can it not look good? Have you forgotten how you introduced yourself to me? Good luck and prosperity." Fu Jun held up the paper, looked around, and turned it over. "Look, baby, good luck has arrived. It's so beautiful and innovative."
Song Yujia raised his head and listened to Fu Zhun's praise. At first glance, it didn't seem so ugly.
On this "Fu", Fu Zhun added a small "Fu" character next to it, and Song Yujia took Jinzi's paw and pressed a small paw print on it, forming a "Fu has arrived" that belongs exclusively to their family of three.
Now Song Yujia no longer thought it was ugly, she just thought it was very special and liked it no matter how she looked at it.
"A little to the left."
"Right, right."
"Left, left, left."
Fu Zhun was standing on a chair, pasting a banner on the door. Under Song Yujia's thoughtful instruction, he could hardly tell left from right. He found the right spot and pasted it down quickly and accurately while no one was paying attention.
"I'm not ready yet, husband."
"It's already straight, take another look."
To be honest, Song Yujia didn't think she was pretty at first, but after hearing Fu Zhun say she was pretty, the more he looked at her, the prettier she seemed. It was strange.
Put up couplets, hang red lanterns in the house, hang small blessing lanterns on the tree at the door, and even have a pair of small couplets posted on Princess Gold's cottage, and the New Year atmosphere is immediately present.
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