Chapter 29 If You Can’t Cook, You Don’t Have a Wife
Ruan Qing is a very gentle woman.
I love researching all kinds of recipes for my husband and daughter.
If they hadn't met Meng Wencheng holding Su Xiu's hand in the mall.
That day, Meng Beizhi should be able to eat the hot pot he had been craving for a long time.
She didn't remember if there were any activities that day.
All I know is that there were a lot of people that day, so many that they followed Meng Wencheng for a long time without him noticing.
It was a very busy day.
But she only remembered the pain she felt when Ruan Qing held her hand tightly.
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Meng Beizhi is not very good at cooking.
Fu Wangye was busy in the kitchen, so she leaned against the kitchen door and watched him.
You can see it at a glance.
The dishes cooked by Fu Wangye are all her favorites.
When the peppers are put into the pot, the aroma spreads over.
Meng Beizhi said, "You don't look like you can cook."
This is the truth.
Fu Wangye has a noble and arrogant face.
Wearing a captain's uniform, he is tall and has long legs, and has a cold temperament.
Once you stand there, you will feel like a flower on a high mountain that no one should approach.
He looks more like a young master than Lu Rang, the eldest young master.
Fu Wangye took off his coat as soon as he came back.
The top two buttons of his white shirt were undone.
The long sleeves were rolled up, revealing a pair of beautifully muscular forearms.
Looking down the hem of the shirt, one can see a pair of powerful and well-proportioned long legs.
A white shirt and black trousers, he doesn't look like someone who would appear in the kitchen.
But the calmness on Fu Wangye's face didn't make him feel the slightest bit out of place.
Slender and well-proportioned fingers glided over the ingredients.
The movements are familiar, smooth and natural.
Even the cooking movements look particularly pleasing to the eye.
Every movement seemed carefully choreographed.
“When I was little, I often cooked with my parents.”
The kitchen was filled with a mixture of food smells.
A light mist of water softened his tough face.
Meng Beizhi looked at him: "Your family is very happy."
Fu Wangye hummed, "My mother is from Chengnan area, and she's always worried that I won't be able to find a wife because my cooking is not good—"
"Then she doesn't have to worry now."
Meng Beizhi said sincerely: "Your cooking is really delicious."
Fu Wangye also cooked dinner last night.
Meng Beizhi didn't lie, it was indeed delicious.
"Meng Beizhi——"
A deep and clear voice sounded above her head, and Fu Wangye stood in front of her.
She raised her eyes.
Facing his deep eyes, I was surprised to find that they were even purer than the night sky outside.
The kitchen fumes did not get on him.
Still clean and fresh.
Suddenly——
Meng Beizhi's heart skipped a beat.
But it happened so fast that she didn't even notice it.
She withdrew her gaze and went straight back to the living room.
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The rain shows no sign of stopping today.
And it's getting bigger and bigger.
The dark sky was split by lightning, illuminating with a terrifying white light.
Thunderstorms are rare in winter, but they do occur.
Meng Beizhi narrowed her eyes. It was raining so heavily that she couldn't go home tonight.
I still have to live in Fu Wangye's house.
All in all, she has been living here for several days in a row.
Even though Fu Wangye didn't say anything.
But she also felt weird.
The aromatherapy in Fu Wangye’s home is very comfortable.
So the difficulty that Meng Beizhi had in falling asleep no longer occurred with him.
But the rain tonight is so heavy, just like a summer thunderstorm.
Even people's mood becomes damp.
midnight.
Meng Beizhi was suffocated by the nightmare.
She once again dreamed of Ruan Qing jumping off the building.
The hospital is twelve stories high.
She fell in front of Meng Beizhi just like that——
Bright red blood flowed out from under her body and extended to the soles of Meng Beizhi's feet.
She seemed to be bound by the blood.
I couldn't move at all.
With cold sweat on his forehead, Meng Beizhi leaned against the head of the bed, breathing silently.
It seemed that only this could calm her down.
A moment.
She got up from the bed and prepared to go to the living room to get a glass of water.
But he found that Fu Wangye was there too.
The lights in the living room were dim.
Meng Beizhi could clearly see his tightly closed eyelashes and furrowed brows.
——Fu Wangye fell asleep.
But the sleep was not peaceful.
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The vast land of the Northwest is accustomed to being filled with yellow sand.
But it couldn't stop a sudden rainstorm.
The wreckage of the plane falling from a height of 10,000 meters is deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.
The cold mechanical sound of the death announcement repeated over and over again.
Fu Wangye was trapped tightly in that dream.
He knew it was a dream, but he couldn't wake up.
If possible, he also hopes to stay in this dream.
However--
A warm and soft hand touched his brow, trying to soothe his worries.
Fu Wangye suddenly opened his eyes.
The habit he had developed in the army over the years made him suddenly grab the hand that was still resting on his eyebrows.
Very strong.
Meng Beizhi gasped.
Only then did Fu Wangye come to his senses.
He pressed his brows together, his voice indescribably hoarse.
"Why are you here?"
Meng Beizhi retracted his aching wrist and said, "Come out and drink some water."
Fu Wangye's eyes fell on her slender wrist.
Meng Beizhi was thin to begin with, and his wrists were so thin that they seemed like they could break if bent.
"Does it hurt?" he asked in a low, hoarse voice.
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