Chapter 3 [Revision]
Wen Yue didn't know that Zhou Qingshan and his group were plotting against her, and she sat at a wooden table with Zhou Yao, eating. Seeing Zhou Yao pick up his chopsticks and prepare to pick up food, she suddenly stopped him: "Wait, did you light the fire without washing your hands just now?"
"Why wash your hands? Please." Zhou Yao had already picked up the food with chopsticks and shoveled two mouthfuls of rice into his mouth. Perhaps because the food tasted very good and was very appetizing, his frown relaxed and his tone was not so bad.
Now it was Wen Yue who frowned again, "No, you have to wash your hands. If you don't wash your hands, there will be a lot of bacteria on them and you will get sick."
Especially his hands were so dirty! Oh my god, this is so unhygienic!
"I've been eating like this for 20 years and never got sick." Zhou Yao raised his eyes and glanced at her, his tone cold, "Don't be so nosy, just eat your food."
Wen Yue put down her chopsticks: "I can't eat if you don't wash it."
She herself is a germaphobe.
I can accept the poor conditions in this era, but I really can't stand the hygiene. Hygiene is not a difficult thing to do. It takes you less than a minute to wash your hands, right?
“…”
"Wen Yue, do you have to find something to make you feel comfortable?" Zhou Yao was silent for two seconds and then threw the chopsticks in his hand onto the table with a loud bang.
His sinister and sharp eyes stabbed at him like two knives. His face was dark, stern and impatient, and he exuded anger. His tone was rough and his voice was loud: "I don't hit women, but don't look for trouble! I married a wife, not an ancestor."
Wen Yue was startled. Her petite and frail body trembled, and she met Zhou Yao's gaze in confusion.
When did she start trouble?
Zhou Yao was obviously very angry. He stood up suddenly and the stool behind him bounced away, making a harsh sound as it rubbed against the ground.
He looked down at Wen Yue and said bluntly, "It was your uncle who said you wanted to marry me. I asked you and you told me you were willing."
"I've been married for two days, and you've been crying every day. You ignored me when I talked to you, and you didn't tell me what was wrong. If you didn't want to get married, I wouldn't force you to get married. Who are you trying to annoy by showing this aggrieved look?"
"You told me in the hospital that it wouldn't be like before, and then you start looking for something else? I've lived for 20 years and I've never washed my hands before eating, but I'm still alive today. I told you, if you don't want to live, leave. I'm not going to force you to stay."
Zhou Yao cursed loudly, his dark brows furrowed tightly, and he became angrier and angrier as he spoke.
Not only she felt wronged, but he also felt wronged.
He originally wanted to fulfill his grandmother's will and marry a wife, but ended up marrying a ancestor. He had to prepare all the meals and send them to her in the past few days, and she cried while eating, as if he had done something to her and done something that angered God and everyone.
Well, I went into the hospital and said I wouldn’t cry anymore, but when I got home I started looking for other things to do.
What kind of life is this? It's so frustrating. It's better not to get married. Anyway, they haven't got a marriage certificate, so they might as well just treat this marriage as a dead end.
Zhou Yao grabbed his hair irritably.
Wen Yue was stunned. She had never been treated so cruelly by anyone since she was a child. Her eyes suddenly turned red.
She took a deep breath, trying hard to control the emotions surging in her heart and not let her tears fall. She hypnotized herself in her heart: Don’t be angry, don’t be angry, don’t be angry, just treat it as if he was farting.
I thought so, but my emotions were obviously not that easy to control.
Her nose was red, her eyes were watery, and her tightly pursed lips and red eyes revealed a sense of pity and grievance.
Zhou Yao felt overwhelmed when he saw her like this, thinking that this ancestor was probably going to cry again.
Sure enough, the next second, tears fell down Wen Yue's cheeks like pearls from a broken string. She sniffed and looked at him with eyes as red as rabbits: "Why are you so loud? So fierce? Can't you just talk nicely?"
Zhou Yao: “?”
"...How dare you ask me that?" Zhou Yao said in a cold tone, his voice not lowering at all: "Cry, cry, cry! All you do is cry all day long! What's there to cry about? Did I hit you or abuse you?"
Wen Yue blinked and tears continued to fall: "You said something very fierce, you scared me, and you still don't allow me to cry?"
Zhou Yao laughed angrily, "So you mean, this is still my fault?"
Wen Yue didn't say anything, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, thinking that it was of course his fault, and that he got angry for no reason and brought up old scores. Those things were done by the original owner, and what did it have to do with her? She had clearly said in the hospital that she would not do that again.
Although he knew that Zhou Yao could not be blamed entirely, and he was not aware that someone had replaced him, Wen Yue, who had a big black pot on his back, did not want to care about these problems.
Can't you just talk it out calmly? Why do you have to act like you've eaten dynamite?
"Stop crying, your crying is giving me a headache." Zhou Yao frowned tightly, he couldn't stand it anymore. He thought that if she continued crying, he would just go out and pretend not to see anything.
"Stop swearing." Wen Yue was still shedding tears, but her aggrieved mood had improved a lot. She looked over with her watery and bright eyes.
Zhou Yao: “…”
Wen Yue cried with a hoarse voice, and said softly: "Let's have a good chat, okay? Sit down, my neck must be tired from looking up at you all the time."
"Then don't cry. It gives me a headache just looking at you." Zhou Yao was a little resistant.
Wen Yue wiped her tears again, sobbing with red eyes: "I'm not crying anymore, sit down."
Zhou Yao sighed, and seeing that she really had stopped crying, he reluctantly sat down and said impatiently, "Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"
"I didn't lie to you about what I said in the hospital. I really want to live a good life with you now. I promise that I won't cry and ignore you every day like I did before, but you have to promise me one thing." There were still tears on Wen Yue's long and thick eyelashes. Her little face was red from crying and she looked extremely pitiful.
Zhou Yao was really afraid that she would start crying again while talking, but fortunately this horrible scene did not appear.
She said in a serious tone: "I hope you can listen to me about hygiene at home, like washing rice before cooking and washing hands before eating. These are very simple, not difficult, and do not take a long time."
Zhou Yao didn't understand: "I've always been like this before, and I'm living well until now. Why do I need to go through so much trouble?"
"But I have a cleanliness obsession. If I don't clean myself up, I'll feel uncomfortable all over. It's very uncomfortable." Wen Yue said pitifully, blinking her watery eyes, "If you also want to live a good life, can you agree to this?"
Zhou Yao raised his eyebrows: "What if I say no?"
“………”
Wen Yue was stunned.
Wen Yue was dumbfounded.
Wen Yue frowned and began to think.
If you don't agree...
Anyway, she couldn't go back to her uncle's house. If she did, she would probably end up in a worse situation. At worst, they wouldn't have to eat together and eat separately. As long as she couldn't see them, it would be a solution.
"Are you going back?" Seeing Wen Yue taking a long time to answer, Zhou Yao sneered and said, "Don't even think about it. The betrothal money has been given. If you want to go back, won't I be in trouble?"
"I never trade at a loss."
If she can really change her habit of crying at the slightest provocation, then I'll agree to it. This ancestor may not be very good at other things, but she's a great cook and her food is delicious.
Zhou Yao savored the stir-fried pork with green peppers and mapo tofu he had just eaten, licked his lips, stood up and walked out: "Okay, I'm going to go wash my hands now."
Wen Yue smiled when she heard that: "Okay, make sure to wash it thoroughly."
Zhou Yao: “.”
After a while, Zhou Yao walked into the house with a blank expression, shaking off the water stains on his hands. His tanned skin was slightly red, probably because he had rubbed them too hard. He stood beside Wen Yue, spread his hands and asked, "Is it clean enough now?"
Wen Yue raised her hand and pinched his fingertips, carefully examining them inside and out, including the nails, and nodded with satisfaction, praising him softly, "You washed them so clean, you're great, let's eat."
The soft touch still lingered on his fingertips, and Zhou Yao rubbed them unconsciously twice. Then he felt that there was something wrong with his action, so he pursed his lips and returned to his seat, looking particularly fierce with a cold face.
The two ate in silence.
The big meat bun she had eaten in the morning had not been fully digested yet, so she wasn’t very hungry. Wen Yue ate half a bowl and then put down her chopsticks.
Zhou Yao raised his eyes to look at her: "Not eating anymore?"
"I'm full." Wen Yue answered obediently, "The meat buns were too big this morning. I'm not that hungry, so I really can't eat any more."
Zhou Yao sneered: "Cat, have a bigger appetite."
Then the room returned to silence, and the only sound left was the man eating his meal.
…
The hall next door was quiet. Lin Fang tilted her ear and listened hard for a long time, but heard nothing. She pouted and said, "It's only been a short time since they came back, and they are quarreling again. I think their relationship is not good. But it's normal. Zhou Yao is a little bastard with a bad temper. No one can stand him."
"Poor Wen Yue, she's a very good girl." Liu Cuicui sighed regretfully, "If other people in the village knew, they would definitely feel sorry for her."
Lin Fang was a little excited. She had to talk to the villagers about this matter. Zhou Yao had such a bad reputation in the village, and at least half of the credit was due to her.
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