"I'm fine, I'm not sick."
"Really?"
Wen Ge'er asked a few more questions and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that his elder brother was really not sick.
After Wen Ge'er left, Zhang Xiuyuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But he never expected that when he looked up, he would see Zhao Chuchu standing not far away, looking at him with a smile.
Thinking that the embarrassment just now was caused by this person, Zhang Xiuyuan glared at her fiercely.
Zhao Chuchu was stunned by such a lively young man.
Her heart was pounding with excitement, and she really wanted to kiss, hug and lift Brother Yuan up high.
The room was re-divided.
Sister Lin lives in a room converted from a storage room, Mr. Zhang and Brother Wen live in one room, and Zhao Chuchu and Brother Yuan live in one room.
The Zhang family didn't have much luggage, so everything was arranged quickly.
Zhang Xiuyuan, who was about to go to the kitchen to cook, looked at the pile of rice, oil, vegetables, flour, etc. in the corner, was stunned for a moment, and then thought of the newly built tables and chairs in the house. He thought to himself that if he had the chance, he would still remind his wife to be more frugal and not spend money lavishly.
Zhang Xiuyuan was cooking, and Zhao Chuchu was sitting in front of the stove helping to burn firewood.
Zhao Chuchu can't cook, so she can only burn firewood.
Perhaps because his family was poor and he was the eldest son, Zhang Xiuyuan was very diligent and skilled in both housework and cooking.
Two people, one was making a fire and the other was cooking. Smoke was curling up, and for a moment, there was a feeling of peace and tranquility.
Zhang Xiuyuan is a good cook, and today can be considered as the Zhang family's new housewarming day, so Zhao Chuchu asked Zhang Xiuyuan to cook more dishes.
Finally, I steamed rice, stewed pork, stir-fried vegetables, and made a pot of chicken soup. The chicken was bought by Zhao Chuchu from a neighbor.
The aroma of meat wafted out, and the two little ones couldn't help but look into the kitchen.
"It smells so good." Zhao Chuchu smelled the fragrance and couldn't help but admire Zhang Xiuyuan's cooking skills.
Zhang Xiuyuan took a bowl, picked up two pieces of chicken and put them in the bowl, asking her to taste them.
Zhao Chuchu smiled, picked up a piece, put it in her mouth, and chewed it carefully.
The chicken is tender and delicious, not too dry, not too burnt, and has a good chewiness.
"How is it? Is it delicious?" Zhang Xiuyuan eagerly waited for her evaluation, feeling a little nervous. This was the first time he cooked for his wife.
Zhao Chuchu didn't keep it a secret and nodded, "It's delicious, Brother Yuan, you are a great cook."
A hint of joy appeared on Zhang Xiuyuan's cold eyes.
Zhao Chuchu picked up another piece of chicken and said, "Brother Yuan, you try it too."
"No, this is for you." Zhang Xiuyuan refused. It was beyond his expectation that his wife would feed her husband.
"Brother Yuan, don't be shy, come on, open your mouth, ah..."
Seeing Zhao Chuchu coaxing and feeding him like a child, Zhang Xiuyuan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Under Zhao Chuchu's pretended pitiful gaze, he lowered his head and bit the chicken.
"How is it? It tastes good, right?"
"Um."
"Is it better than any chicken you've ever eaten?" Zhao Chuchu continued to ask.
Zhang Xiuyuan thought about it and realized that he didn’t seem to have eaten chicken very many times since he was a child.
He nodded again.
Zhao Chuchu: "Then do you know why this chicken is the most delicious?"
Zhang Xiuyuan blinked and asked silently.
Zhao Chuchu moved closer, her warm breath spraying on his earlobe, her voice cool and sweet, "Because this was fed by my wife herself, it tastes especially good."
Zhang Xiuyuan's eyes widened slightly, and his earlobes felt very hot.
At the dinner table, Wen Ge'er embarrassed Zhang Xiuyuan again.
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