Chapter 2 [Revision]
Wen Yue didn't notice the expressions of the two people. She just wanted to explain to Zhou Yao. She narrowed her eyes and said with a smile:
"You misunderstood. Zhou Yao didn't hit me. The doctor said that I fainted because of malnutrition. He even bought me two big meat buns this morning so that I could replenish my nutrition."
She spoke softly and took out the unfinished meat bun from her pocket.
The meat buns are as big as a fist, and one is enough to fill you up.
The remaining Wen Yue was originally intended for Zhou Yao, but the latter said he had already eaten it, so she stuffed it into her clothes pocket and brought it back, planning to heat it up and eat it at noon.
Wen Yue knew that food was very precious in this era and did not dare to waste it.
"Haha, is that so?" The woman smiled awkwardly, but couldn't help cursing in her heart.
Why did she say it now instead of earlier? Doesn't it make her previous conversation look stupid? Zhou Yao's wife is just like him, neither of them is a good person!
She couldn't help but said something veiled: "You are really rich, and you bought some meat buns. I have never tasted what meat buns outside taste like."
Wen Yue didn't understand the meaning of the other party's words, and said sincerely: "It tastes good, you can buy one and try it."
Moreover, it is big in size and has plenty of fillings, and is equivalent to two meat buns in later generations.
Lin Fang laughed dryly, "I'm not as lucky as you are. I can eat whatever I want."
"It's good to know that you are not blessed." This time it was Zhou Yao who spoke. His tone was very calm and he glanced at Lin Fang.
Lin Fang shut up, quickly put the wooden basin under the eaves after hanging up the clothes, turned back to the house and closed the door with a bang.
The other woman also left quickly.
Wen Yue looked at Zhou Yao belatedly, "...You two don't have a good relationship?"
Zhou Yao was too lazy to pay attention to her. He took out his key, opened the locked kitchen door and walked in.
Wen Yue felt it was awkward standing here, so she quickly followed.
The kitchen space is not very large. The first thing you see is an earthen stove that you have only seen on TV, with two pots on it. There is a small stool on the stove top, and behind the stool are bundles of hay and firewood.
There is a small table for cutting vegetables and putting things against the wall. There are pots, spatulas and chopsticks hanging on the wall. Next to the small table is a cabinet for storing bowls. There seems to be a small compartment, but I don't know what it is used for.
While Wen Yue was scanning the kitchen, Zhou Yao was already standing in front of a small table, chopping meat with a kitchen knife in hand. He lowered his eyes, his long, thin eyelashes casting a shadow on his face, his lips were pressed into a straight line, his brows were furrowed, and he looked serious and impatient.
When cutting vegetables, the biceps on the arms push up the sleeves, and the thick blue veins on the back of the hands show a tremendous sense of power.
"Are you cooking?" She widened her eyes slightly.
"No." Zhou Yao said calmly, without even raising his head, "I'm carving."
Wen Yue heard a hint of sarcasm.
She remembered that Zhou Yao had been cooking for the past two days after she got married, and the original owner was crying in the house, waiting for the food to be served, eating and crying at the same time.
Then I recalled the taste of the food.
……hiss.
“How about I do it?” Wen Yue closed her eyes, somewhat unwilling to face it.
Zhou Yao’s cooking is pretty good, but it’s not tasty.
The original owner could eat it, but she might not be able to because she is quite picky about food.
"?"
Zhou Yao raised his eyelids and looked over, staring at her for two seconds, then said "OK", quickly cut the remaining meat in his hand, put down the knife neatly and turned to light the fire.
The action seems so impatient.
Wen Yue looked at the dishes on the chopping board and thought about stir-frying pork with green peppers, shredded potatoes, and mapo tofu.
Just as I was about to wash the vegetables, I heard Zhou Yao's lazy voice: "By the way, the rice isn't cooked yet, you cook it first."
It means that it is very easy to use.
Wen Yue groaned, blinked, and said softly, "I can't."
She has never cooked with an earthen stove.
“You can cook but not cook?” Zhou Yao’s eyebrows twitched and his tone was cold, with an expression that said, “Don’t be funny.”
Wen Yue bit her lower lip lightly: "Show me once, and I'll learn."
"…OK."
Zhou Yao casually threw the firewood in his hand aside, stood up and walked to the rice jar, opened the lid, bent down, picked up the bowl inside, scooped a bowl of rice and prepared to pour it into the back pot.
Wen Yue felt something was wrong and asked, "Aren't you washing rice?"
Zhou Yao said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, you won't die from eating this."
"No, you have to wash the rice." Wen Yue couldn't accept it. She could tolerate the poor conditions, but she couldn't stand the lack of hygiene. She bravely held Zhou Yao's rough wrist and said to him with a sinister look, "If you don't clean it, you'll get sick easily."
"You know I'm in poor health. If I get sick I'll have to go to the hospital again."
Zhou Yao was convinced, and said in a deep and impatient voice: "Okay, okay, go wash the rice. It's really troublesome to wash the rice. " He frowned, turned around, poured the rice into the basin, and scooped up two handfuls of water perfunctorily.
Just as he was thinking about pouring it into the pot, Wen Yue beside him scooped up another bucket of water. Her watery eyes looked at him silently, stubborn as hell.
Zhou Yao resigned himself to his fate and washed the rice twice more. By the end, he was extremely impatient, with a strong aura of irritability surrounding him, as if he would explode at any moment.
He suppressed his anger and threw the washed rice into the pot, then poured water in. He then took off the pot lid hanging on the hook and covered it. He glanced at the girl standing beside him who was watching attentively, and asked coldly, "Do you understand?"
"That's it?" Wen Yue was a little surprised.
Zhou Yao: “Yes, that’s it.”
It's quite simple.
"Then I will." Wen Yue nodded, her eyes curved as she gave Zhou Yao a sweet smile, not caring at all about his cold face.
She was unfamiliar with the place after traveling through time, and the only person she could rely on was the man in front of her. It didn't matter if he had a bad temper, she just treated him as an annoying boss and tried not to have conflicts. After all, in the original owner's memory, the uncle's family was more difficult to deal with.
If she was sent back, she would be badly injured if not dead.
Wen Yue brainwashed herself, her smile became sweeter, and she said softly, "Thank you for showing me."
There are pear-shaped vortices at the corners of her mouth, and when she smiles, the pear-shaped vortices come out, making her look pretty, harmless and non-aggressive.
Zhou Yao sneered and returned to sit on the bench with his legs spread out.
It was such a small bench, and he, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, felt a little uncomfortable sitting on it. He had no place to put his long legs, so he just spread them apart, resting his elbows on his thighs and skillfully lighting the dry grass and stuffing it into the stove.
The flickering flames from the stove reflected on my face, raising the temperature and making me feel hot.
Zhou Yao rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong and muscular arms. The white sweatshirt underneath was slightly outlined by his pectoral muscles.
He slowly stuffed the firewood, occasionally glancing at another petite figure in the kitchen.
After solving the rice problem, Wen Yue started preparing the dishes.
She washed the meat pieces Zhou Yao had cut again, slowly and carefully, and washed the potatoes and tofu twice, cutting them into strips and pieces and setting them aside.
The seasonings on the earthen stove are quite complete.
Heat the wok, pour rapeseed oil into the wok, throw the chopped ginger and garlic into the wok, stir-fry until fragrant, then put the meat in and stir-fry with a spatula. The aroma of the meat is instantly aroused, and the whole kitchen is filled with this tempting aroma.
Zhou Yao, who was putting firewood into the stove, looked up at Wen Yue, lowered his eyes, and looked back at her with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
I have to say, the taste is quite good. It seems that the ancestor he married is not completely useless.
Wen Yue didn't notice Zhou Yao's gaze.
She was more of a homebody in her previous life. When she wasn't working, she liked to follow tutorials to make handicrafts at home, or learn to cook. After learning how to cook, she would invite her best friends to her house for dinner, and she would feel a great sense of accomplishment when she saw them eating with their mouths full.
So she is a good cook.
The hot air came out of the chimney.
The fire in the kitchen was quite hot, and beads of sweat appeared on Wen Yue's fair forehead. The wet hair by her ears stuck to her face and it was a little itchy. She lifted her hair and then hung it back, with a focused expression, and put the last dish of shredded potatoes on the plate.
Then she lifted the lid of the pot, waited for the white mist that had obstructed her vision to clear, and looked inside.
The rice in the back pot is ready.
"It's time to eat." Wen Yue wiped the sweat off his face with the back of his hand.
Zhou Yao responded quickly, stood up, picked up the dishes on the stove and walked into the house, sniffing the aroma wafting from the plates and quickening his pace.
He had long legs and the kitchen was not big, so he walked out in two or three steps.
There was still some Mapo Tofu left. Wen Yue took out a bowl of rice and walked out slowly with the rice and dishes.
There were more people in the yard. Two middle-aged men who looked similar and another young man were standing at the kitchen door washing their hands. They turned around when they heard the noise.
Wen Yue also looked at them, paused, and the identity information of several people automatically emerged in his mind.
The one with darker skin is my second uncle Zhou Jianghai, the taller one is my third uncle Zhou Qingshan, and the young man is Zhou Jianghai’s eldest son Zhou Guangzong.
No one spoke, and the three men cast their eyes on the dish in Wen Yue's hand. Living in the same courtyard, it was hard to ignore the aroma emanating from the kitchen. They were already hungry after working all morning, and the smell made their stomachs growl even more.
This dish looks delicious, I really want to try it.
Zhou Qingshan didn't know that Zhou Yao was also at home. He glanced at this niece who looked easy to control, coughed twice, and spoke in the tone of an elder: "Have you eaten? What did the doctor say? Is he okay? When Xiaoyao comes back, Third Uncle will talk to him for you..."
"Do you like blocking the door?" Zhou Yao's tall figure appeared at the door. His narrow and sharp eyes glanced at Zhou Qingshan and others casually, with a strong sense of oppression.
Wen Yue exclaimed, then came to her senses and said "no", then hurried into the house.
Zhou Yao also fell back.
The moment Zhou Qingshan saw Zhou Yao, he shut his mouth, shook the water off his hands, pretended nothing had happened, and quickly went into the kitchen.
Zhou Jianghai and Zhou Guangzong followed closely behind.
As soon as Zhou Qingshan entered the house, he questioned Liu Cuicui: "Why didn't you tell me that the little bastard was at home!?"
"You didn't ask me either." Liu Cuicui, who was cooking, was stunned for a moment, and then said, "He was the one who sent his wife to the hospital. When his wife came back, he must have followed her back. What did you do?"
Zhou Qingshan spat, said something unlucky, and replied unhappily: "I didn't do anything, just cook your meal!"
After he finished speaking, he glanced at the food in the pot.
Large pieces of cabbage were stir-fried with green peppers, with only a tiny bit of oil. Compared with the delicious mapo tofu I had just seen, the food at home looked like pig food and was disgusting just by looking at it.
"Can't you put more oil?" Zhou Qingshan said with a bit of disgust.
Liu Cuicui rolled her eyes: "Oil doesn't cost money, right? How much money do we have at home?"
Lin Fang at the side chimed in, "That's right, Third Brother, do you think we have a good father like that little bastard? We're not as carefree as him. We only need half a pot of oil to cook a dish!"
"That little beast has such a good life. I wonder how much money my big brother left for him." Zhou Qingshan was indignant, and then he seemed to remember something and spoke in a low voice, "I heard from Wen Guoqiang that Wen Yue is a soft-tempered girl and easy to control. You two should get along well with her while the little beast is away."
Liu Cuicui didn't say anything, her hands moved slower, and she was thinking about what her man meant.
Lin Fang was unhappy: "Why should I have a good relationship with her? Does she deserve it?!"
"Sister-in-law, you are too narrow-minded, aren't you?" Zhou Qingshan grinned. "The little bastard likes to run outside. When he is not at home, isn't it natural for you elders to ask her for something? As long as she doesn't tell him, the little bastard won't know."
If I can't control Zhou Yao, is it possible that I can't control his wife either?
Lin Fang's eyes lit up immediately. Thinking of the things in Zhou Yao's house, she was extremely excited. She smiled and praised, "The third child is still smart. The one in my family only knows how to work in the fields every day. He can't do anything."
Zhou Jianghai stood by and said nothing.
Zhou Qingshan smiled but said nothing. After Lin Fang and her family left the kitchen, he whispered to his wife, "You should be smart and not be the first to take the lead. Just follow your second sister-in-law and pick up some things. Don't go too far."
Liu Cuicui scolded, "Are you still worried about my work?"
She is not as stupid as Lin Fang, who does things without considering the consequences!
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