Chapter 86 I Want to Cook for You for the Rest of My Life
That night, Song Zhan lay on Shen Wanjun's stomach and complained.
"Honey, can you handle eating communal meals?"
Shen Wanjun: "It's alright."
It's not bad, but it's not terrible either. As long as there's food to eat, that's fine.
"What's wrong? You're not used to it?" Shen Wanjun asked.
That shouldn't be the case; rough men are never particular about food.
He could eat all the terrible food she made, so he was practically invincible.
"Hmm." Song Zhan nodded listlessly. "I want to make noodles for you."
Now that there's no food left at home, he has no chance to prove himself.
Song Zhan felt that Shen Wanjun hadn't been as attentive to him as before these past few days.
His wife loves him and loves the food he cooks.
Not being able to cook for his wife is worse than death for him.
Song Zhan grumbled and complained for a long time, and Shen Wanjun couldn't stand it anymore, so she dragged him to the kitchen.
He produced a bowl of flour from the cupboard: "Make it, I want to eat fermented noodle soup."
She pointed to the side: "There are seasonings too, but not many, just enough for a few uses."
"There are vegetables too." Of course, she took the food out of her spatial storage.
The vegetables in this space have all come to life; it would be a waste to leave them uneaten.
Song Zhan's eyes lit up, and he hugged Shen Wanjun and gave her a big kiss.
"Wife, you're so good to me."
Shen Wanjun laughed so hard she bent over, a tear welling up in her eye: "Whose husband is this, who loves cooking so much?"
She reached out and poked his chest. "You actually think that me making you cook is doing you a favor?"
The love he wanted was simple, inexpensive, and even a little humble.
Song Zhan grasped her fingers, a gentle smile playing in his eyes.
He leaned close to her ear and said in a deep voice, "I want to cook for you for the rest of my life."
In Song Zhan's heart, Shen Wanjun was perfect. She was beautiful, had a good personality, and most importantly, she was genuinely good to him without asking for anything in return.
Even Song Zhan's family couldn't do this.
In Song Zhan's view, Shen Wanjun never abandoned him after he became a cripple, and even taught herself acupuncture to massage him every day.
Now that he can stand up, he will be grateful to her for the rest of his life.
Shen Wanjun's ears burned, and she laughed and scolded, "What an idiot."
Song Zhan pulled the person into his arms, saying, "That's your fool too."
After Huang Ya kicked one of Song Zhan's crutches off last time, he can now move around freely with just one crutches.
The moment Shen Wanjun's body touched Song Zhan, he couldn't help but want to do something.
Restless hands roamed over her body.
Shen Wanjun slapped his hand away: "Don't do anything reckless, the water is about to boil."
"It's not open yet, is it?" Song Zhan kissed her neck and asked again.
"Wife, how can you be so good to me?"
"Honey, you smell so good."
Shen Wanjun laughed and scolded, "Are you in heat? Don't be so greasy."
She doesn't like greasy men.
Song Zhan asked curiously, "What do you mean by 'greasy'? Am I greasy?"
"They think they're very handsome and do things that make people feel disgusted."
Upon hearing this, Song Zhan was shocked. Did his wife no longer like him?
He asked in a soft, whimpering voice, "Am I not handsome?"
He placed both hands on Shen Wanjun's face, forcing her to look him in the eye.
Shen Wanjun stared at his handsome face, looked at it for a moment, and couldn't help but peck him on the cheek.
"My husband is the most handsome man in the world."
Song Zhan was overjoyed. "How about Dr. Huang?"
"He's not my type."
"How does it compare to Battalion Commander Zhang?"
"He's not even one ten-thousandth as handsome as you."
Song Zhan pestered Shen Wanjun, asking her about everyone he knew.
She only smiled after receiving his most handsome affirmation.
Huang Ya went to the bathroom in the middle of the night and saw the kitchen light on.
I walked over to investigate and caught a glimpse of two figures pressed together in the window.
They quickly evacuated the scene.
If Song Zhan finds out about him, he'll definitely get angry again.
That guy is incredibly petty.
Huang Ya could only pray in his heart—"Dad, you two take it easy."
Song Juan smelled a fragrance, groggily got up, and saw Huang Yagang coming out of the toilet.
In the kitchen, people are kissing.
The incandescent light magnified the figures of my brother and sister-in-law, making them look like figures in a shadow puppet show.
Huang Ya quickly pulled Song Juan away, but Song Juan blushed and didn't say anything.
Huang Ya thought she was terrified. It was the first time the little girl had seen such a shocking live broadcast, and she was bound to be overthinking things.
I couldn't sleep for several days.
As a country girl, Song Juan certainly had never been taught about sex.
Huang Ya forced himself to speak: "Juan'er, after the two of you get married, it's inevitable that you'll do some intimate things."
“This is all normal. You shouldn’t develop a prejudice against your brother and sister-in-law because of this.”
"It's okay if you don't understand these things now. You'll understand them naturally when you get married."
After Huang Ya finished speaking tactfully, Song Juan simply pointed to her hand and said, "You're holding my hand."
Huang Ya said "Oh," and quickly let go, her ears turning bright red.
Song Juan said nonchalantly, "Dr. Huang, I know all of this. The content in the book is much more exciting than reality."
At first, she was so shocked that she dared not look.
Upon reflection, I realized this was all medical knowledge, nothing out of the ordinary.
These are all mandatory exams for obtaining a barefoot doctor's certificate.
"Besides, my brother and sister-in-law were so affectionate when you weren't here."
"You mean, they've toned it down now?" Huang Ya asked incredulously.
Song Juan nodded, "Yes, they're not quite at ease without you here."
With her here, her brother and sister-in-law actually restrained themselves.
If neither she nor Dr. Huang were around, her brother and sister-in-law would be glued together all the time.
That would be incredibly crazy.
Huang Ya also thought of this. Fortunately, he lived here, so at least he could keep Song Zhan in check.
"Let's keep a close eye on them from now on, and make sure your brother doesn't do anything foolish."
Song Juan asked with a smile, "What if my sister-in-law took the initiative to seduce my brother?"
"this……"
Huang Ya remained silent; there was nothing he could do about it.
Song Zhan wished he could stick to Shen Wanjun and never get off.
If Shen Wanjun were to seduce him, wouldn't he immediately take off his pants and get down to business?
Huang Ya sighed. He felt sorry for Song Zhan; he was actually very good at holding back his emotions.
Which man can control his lower body in front of a woman he likes?
Fortunately, Shen Wanjun is already more than five months pregnant and the baby is developing well.
As long as the two don't fight too fiercely, the child will be fine.
Shen Wanjun and Song Zhan kissed for a long time, and the noodles were cooked into a mushy mess.
Shen Wanjun took two bites, but it was too awful; she couldn't stand it.
Song Zhan ate two bowls in one go and went to sleep satisfied.
The next morning, Song Juan got up early, washed up, and was about to go out.
Shen Wanjun had also finished packing and said, "I'll go with you."
"Sister-in-law, it's so cold, you should rest. I can cook by myself."
The snow is still falling, and the roads are very slippery.
“I’ll go with you.” Shen Wanjun had her own plans.
Today she planned to do nothing but keep a close eye on Old Lady Cui.
If Old Lady Cui were to cause any trouble, she would be able to detect it immediately.
“I’ll go too.” Song Zhan and Huang Ya also got ready.
With her brother around, Song Juan felt much more at ease.
The fire started burning, and small bubbles rose from the water in the large pot.
Song Juan was busy rolling out the dough when Grandma Cui suddenly came over and said, "Sprinkle more flour, otherwise the noodles will all stick together."
Song Juan ignored her. Old Mrs. Cui grabbed something and was about to sprinkle it on the already rolled-out noodles.
Shen Wanjun suddenly stood up and shouted, "Stop!"
Grandma Cui: "Are you out of your mind? I just wanted to help by sprinkling some dry flour."
What are you holding in your hand?
"Flour... flour," Old Mrs. Cui said somewhat guiltily, her eyes darting around.
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