Lin Qingqing would never feel sorry for that man. Since he didn't treat the original owner as his daughter, why should she treat him as her father?
The two rode their bicycles home, but Xue Guixiang had not returned yet. She had been very busy recently. She had to cook, wash clothes and do housework every day after working at the stall. Lin Qingqing saw it and felt sad.
Seeing that her mother-in-law had not come back yet, she hurried to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Although she was not a good cook, at least her mother-in-law could have a hot meal when she came back.
Zhou Zhuo parked his bike and came in to help.
After washing the vegetables, he went to wash the rice. Lin Qingqing was cutting vegetables on the side. Unexpectedly, she accidentally cut her hand halfway through. She screamed and blood oozed out from the knife wound.
Zhou Zhuo heard her scream and hurried over: "What's wrong, wife?"
Lin Qingqing raised her injured hand delicately: "I got a cut, it hurts!"
Zhou Zhuo was extremely nervous. "Oh, how could there be such a big cut? It's really life-threatening. Wait, I'll go get gauze and anti-inflammatory powder." As he said this, he hurried away.
Zhou Zhuo went out like a gust of wind and came back like a gust of wind, with scissors, gauze and anti-inflammatory powder in his hands.
"Sit down quickly, I'll wrap it up for you!" His expression was so anxious, as if someone was about to die.
In fact, the cut was not big, just a layer of skin broken. Lin Qingqing found that she seemed to have become pretentious in this life. She had encountered similar things in her previous life, and she always put on a Band-Aid and continued to work.
Naturally, no one was worried about her at that time.
She sat down obediently. Zhou Zhuo blew gently on her wound, raised his eyes and asked gently, "Does it still hurt?"
Lin Qingqing met his gaze and nodded aggrievedly: "It still hurts!"
"Be good, bear with it, it will be fine soon."
He squatted beside his wife, poured anti-inflammatory powder on the wound, carefully cut off a piece of gauze, and gently wrapped it for her. His movements were as gentle and delicate as if he was embroidering.
After doing this, he asked again, "Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah, much better."
"You go and take a rest, I'll take care of the rest."
Zhou Zhuo put the washed millet into the pot and started cutting vegetables on the chopping board.
Lin Qingqing felt warm in her heart when she saw him cooking skillfully and seriously.
Xue Guixiang arrived home late. As soon as she entered the house, she smelled the aroma of food, and her fatigue was instantly swept away. The food was already on the table, all made by Zhou Zhuo himself.
Lin Qingqing was sitting at the dining table. Xue Guixiang was shocked to see her daughter-in-law holding her hand with white gauze wrapped around it, and she asked what was wrong.
Before she could open her mouth, Zhou Zhuo spoke up: "She got a big cut while cutting vegetables and bled a lot. I specially made braised pork trotters tonight to nourish her."
Lin Qingqing didn't want to worry her mother-in-law, so she smiled and said, "It's not that serious, it's just a broken skin."
"It's terrible. I'll be the one cooking at home from now on. I'm really worried about you kids." Xue Guixiang was more worried about her than Zhou Zhuo when she heard that.
"Mom, you're very busy. We can't always eat ready-made food. Whoever comes home early should cook." Zhou Zhuo said as he put some pig's trotters into his wife's bowl.
Lin Qingqing was thinking about hiring a cook for the family. After her clothing store opened, she would definitely be even busier. She had to study and take care of business matters, so she really didn't have time to help her mother-in-law.
And my mother-in-law's cloth stall cannot be abandoned. She can earn one or two hundred yuan every day now. It would be a pity to lose such a good business.
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