Marry the first wife

Chapter 51 The lingering ghost
Fu Yao nodded thoughtfully.

Walking in the direction pointed by the waiter's finger, patches of green leaves came into view, many of them with a bit of rotten color, and the air had a vaguely disgusting smell.

Fu Yao was stunned for a moment, looking at the kitchen that was very different from what she remembered. She could neither advance nor retreat.

When she was young, she couldn't bear the hunger and ran to the kitchen of her house to steal food. I vaguely remember that it was not like this.

The rotten smell rushed straight to her forehead. Fu Yao didn't think much and turned around to leave.

She should still be hungry!
His dark and smart eyes met a pair of eyes full of surprise in an instant, and his steady heart beat suddenly, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

The whole person took a few steps back. In panic, it was common for his left foot to step on his right foot.

The body's center of gravity suddenly lost control. Fu Yao felt her face facing the ground, but she had no time to react. She subconsciously tried to cover her face with her hands.

She just missed landing on her face. Feeling the strong force from her elbow, she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Shen Zhaoxian pulled up the person who almost landed on his fair face.

Just as she stood firm, Fu Yao took a step back and almost jumped up when she saw the person in front of her.

His eyes were full of defensiveness, and he offered his blessing to Shen Zhao, "Thank you, Mr. Shen." After saying that, he turned sideways and left, relying on his petite body to nimbly cross the 'obstacle' in front of the door.

His movements were so flexible that he obviously didn't want to continue talking to the person in front of him.

Shen Zhaoxian sighed helplessly, a flash of self-blame quickly flashed in his eyes, and he slowly said, "Miss, are you hungry?"

A soft questioning voice sounded from behind, and Fu Yao paused in her steps. The familiar and long-lost voice caused a flash of sourness in her heart, and she said in a cold voice: "Young Master Shen has overthought it, I'm not hungry."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of ‘GuluGulu’ resounded throughout the space.

Fu Yao's face turned red. One of the few people who lied in front of this person was easily discovered.

A smile appeared on Shen Zhaoxian's face, and he put his clenched hand to his lips and said softly: "Young lady, whether you are hungry or not, you still have to take good care of your body, otherwise..."

Fu Yao closed her eyes, opened them slowly, and turned around slowly. She knew that Shen Zhaoxian had something to say. It was just that she had shown timidity in front of this person before and said something like a stomachache.

"Master Shen doesn't have to worry about my affairs."

"If the eldest girl is angry with someone who doesn't deserve it, the girl's body will surely be angry in the end, right? The pain is on the eldest girl herself, but we can't feel it at all."

"If I were a big girl, I would not choose to be angry with others. The world is big and the earth is big, so eating is the biggest thing. Eating enough food to fill your stomach is the biggest justice in the world."

Shen Zhaoxian glanced at Fu Yao and said in a nonchalant tone: "Miss, do you think so?"

Fu Yao's round eyes bulged with anger, her hands hanging by her sides were clenched into fists, she stared at the person in front of her with hatred, and said sarcastically: "Young Master Shen seems to be a haunted person now."

Shen Zhaoxian's angular handsome face suddenly turned pale, and he looked at Fu Yao with a miserable look. He gripped the corner of the table tightly with one hand, and the veins on it were clearly exposed.

"Are you OK?"

Fu Yao took a step forward and looked at the curvy person with a slightly worried look. It seemed that her words of 'the lingering ghost' touched Shen Zhaoxian's pain point.

In an instant, Shen Zhaoxian's pale face returned to normal, and he waved his hand to indicate that he was fine. Fu Yao stretched out her hands to help her, and she couldn't help her either. She could only withdraw her hands silently.

After a long time, Shen Zhaoxian slowly straightened up, looked at Fu Yao with slightly melancholy eyes, pursed his lips, and said slowly, "Miss, I..."

"Okay, since Mr. Shen has nothing to do, I will go back to the room and rest. Mr. Shen should rest early. He will have to work hard tomorrow, so don't hurt your body."

Fu Yao saw that Shen Zhaoxian vaguely wanted to explain what happened that day, but she didn't want to listen, so she took a step back and turned to leave.

Shen Zhaoxian quickly blocked Fu Yao's path and whispered: "Miss, I just saw you coming to the kitchen to find some food. You must be hungry, otherwise..."

Perhaps because of his anxiety, his originally pale face turned rosy.

"Otherwise what?"

"Otherwise, I'll make a bowl of noodles for the eldest girl to barely fill her belly." Shen Zhaoxian looked at the person in front of him carefully, his eyes carefully scanning every subtle change in Fu Yao's expression, and asked in a low voice.

"Can you make noodles?" Fu Yao asked doubtfully. It is said that a gentleman is far away from the kitchen, and scholars are very taboo about this. Even the third brother and the others can't cook.

The annual winter solstice is just a way to show off.

Shen Zhaoxian nodded without any hesitation, "I know how to do it, but I hope you don't dislike it."

Fu Yao turned around suspiciously after receiving the letter, sat down on the chair and pointed at the still-heated pot, and said with a smile: "Since you know how to cook, let's get started!"

She looked extremely calm, and there was nothing wrong with having a foreign man cook for her. She had been hungry before, so why should she feel wronged when she could have a full stomach.

What's more, this is not General Jingyuan's Mansion, nor is it bound by the Three Cardinal Guidelines and the Five Permanent Rules.

Seeing the eldest girl sitting on a chair, Shen Zhaoxian walked to the vegetable area and took a look. The post station was not as good as the capital. It was inconvenient to store fresh vegetables. In addition, the kitchen was in a hot and humid environment all year round, so vegetables often rot. things.

A pair of big muscular hands were placed behind his back to tie his apron, and he was constantly thinking about what dish he should get.

He casually picked up a fresh cabbage from above. The quality was quite good. He picked up a clean vegetable basin and scooped out a bowl of flour.

Everything that happened next seemed so logical, yet a little strange in it.

Her eyes never left her sharp knife skills for a moment. Fu Yao is a person who loves to eat, so she naturally admires people who can cook well.

You know, it is their skillful hands that produce delicious food.

Looking at the neat movements of Shen Zhaoxian's men, it was obvious that this was not a day's work. With the knife in his hand, a piece of bacon was cut into pieces and placed neatly aside.

"You are a scholar, how can you be so skilled in cooking?" Fu Yao rested her head on her hands, her little head full of doubts.

"My parents have been sick all year round. As their children, I can't fulfill my filial piety in other ways. I can only spend more time on eating to make them happy." Shen Zhaoxian said while cutting vegetables. There was no lull in the action.

(End of this chapter)