"You wash?"
Wang Cuilan thought she didn't hear what the man said clearly, so she repeated it subconsciously.
But she didn't expect the man to nod.
"Well, if your stomach is upset, try to avoid cold water."
Wang Cuilan shifted her gaze to the large wooden basin that was still filled with steam.
Silence, you are not using cold water.
As if he knew what Wang Cuilan was thinking, Xie Zheng said, "Use hot water the first time you wash it, otherwise there will be marks that won't be washed away. Use cold water the rest of the time."
Hearing the man talk about the mark, Wang Cuilan's face suddenly flushed, and she quickly turned around, "I'm going to the kitchen to cook, do you want anything to eat?"
Xie Zheng, "I'm not picky about food, anything is fine, just follow your own preferences."
As she wishes?
Then let’s eat dumplings.
It just so happened that she bought some meat yesterday.
After rolling out the dumpling wrappers, Wang Cuilan prepared to make dumplings.
Wrap one and place it on the lid next to it.
Wang Cuilan looked up and glanced at the man who was washing quilts in the yard.
I feel inexplicably complicated.
Turning around, I caught a glimpse of a basket of dirty clothes not far from the kitchen.
I wonder why the basket moved?
Who moved it?
Looking at the man washing quilts in the yard, Wang Cuilan thought of a possibility and didn't even bother to make dumplings.
He quickly washed his hands, walked out of the kitchen, and came to the basket where he usually put his dirty clothes.
Sure enough, it was empty.
Wang Cuilan: “…”
Wang Cuilan felt that her voice was vague. "Xie Zheng, did you wash the clothes I put in the basket for me?"
There are also her panties in there.
Including the previous life, I have been married to Xie Zheng for many years.
But Wang Cuilan still felt embarrassed about having a man wash her pants.
Of course, this may be related to the fact that Xie Zheng had never washed her before.
Wang Cuilan was embarrassed, and Xie Zheng wasn't much better off.
Hearing Wang Cuilan's question, Xie Zheng glanced at the small piece of cloth he was washing in his hand, with a trace of discomfort on his face.
But he still nodded softly.
Wang Cuilan: “…”
It’s so annoying!
Feeling lucky, she thought that Xie Zheng might not have washed her panties yet.
Wang Cuilan discussed with Xie Zheng, "Xie Zheng, how about I wash the clothes and you go make dumplings?"
Afraid that Xie Zheng would overthink things, Wang Cuilan explained, "It's mainly because you've never washed clothes before, and I'm afraid you can't wash them clean."
Xie Zheng: "In the army, I washed my own clothes."
In the army, we often have to train, so it is inevitable that sweat stains and mud spots will appear on our clothes, which are much more difficult to wash than the clothes we wear on a daily basis.
I've never seen him not wash it clean.
Wang Cuilan, “…”
Okay, there's nothing more to say now.
The man disagrees!
No matter how much she said, it was useless.
Of course, the most important thing is that Wang Cuilan just saw a man washing her pants.
To avoid embarrassment, Wang Cuilan didn't insist any further and went straight to the kitchen.
Wang Cuilan was very efficient. By the time Xie Zheng finished washing his clothes, the dumplings were ready.
Seeing the man coming in, Wang Cuilan kept moving her hands, "Do you want soup dumplings or dip dumplings?"
"If you want soup dumplings, I'll put the seasoning directly in the soup bowl. If you want to dip the dumplings, I'll give you a new sauce."
In her previous life, Xie Zheng's taste had been assimilated by her.
She didn't need to ask Xie Zheng anything to know his taste.
But this life is different. They have just been married, and Wang Cuilan is not sure whether the man will still have the same taste as her.
So I have to ask his opinion.
Seeing the soup bowl on the stove, Xie Zheng said, "Let's have soup dumplings."
To avoid trouble.
"OK."
Wang Cuilan responded happily.
Then start beating the seasoning and scooping the dumplings.
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