Madam always trying to piss me off

Gu Zhihao wanted to go out to buy medicine, but he ran out of time—it was time to cook for his wife.

Women in confinement can't be hungry, Gu Zhihao dragged his sick body to cook.

Chicken Noodle Soup.

When the noodles were served in front of Shi Yuke, although she didn't say anything, she frowned.

The smell is good, but there is a layer of yellow chicken oil floating on the snow-white noodles, which looks greasy.

When he used to cook chicken soup, he would carefully skim off the top layer of oil, and then use ham to hang the broth into a clear soup, which looks like white boiled noodles but is extremely delicious.

But today he lacks energy and forgets steps.

"Eat while it's hot."

He was about to go out because he was sick and was afraid of infecting his wife.

"Take it out, it's too greasy, I don't want to eat it."

Gu Zhihao's expression froze, and he remembered that just now he didn't scoop off the oil on the chicken soup, let alone hang the soup.

"Okay, I'll make you another bowl, what else do you want to eat?"

In fact, he is very uncomfortable now, his body seems to be roasted on a barbecue grill.

If Shi Yuke had just glanced at him, she would have noticed the clue, but she didn't.

When Shi Yuke spoke, she turned her head to the side, not even giving him the corner of her eye!

"Don't eat noodles, cook some porridge, and fry two light side dishes. If you have winter bamboo shoots, make a fried pork with winter bamboo shoots, and fried eggs with Chinese toon."

"it is good."

He promised to go out.

There are already two shadows in front of my eyes, and my legs are as if they are worth a thousand gold!

He pinched himself hard, using the pain to stay awake.

Open the refrigerator, coincidentally, there are no bamboo shoots and toon.

Both of these need to be bought in the market, so he walked out of the house with a vegetable basket.

"Xiaohao, you look so bad? Are you okay?" The neighbor's aunt saw it.

"I'm fine, I just have a cold."

The aunt stretched out her hand to test his forehead, and yelled loudly: "The forehead is so hot that you can fry eggs, and you are so sick that you still have a cold?"

Gu Zhihao told the truth: "My wife wants to eat fried pork with winter bamboo shoots and fried eggs with Chinese toon. It happens that there are no winter bamboo shoots and Chinese toon at home. I will go to the market to buy some."

Shi Yuke was doing confinement at home, and the neighbors knew about it.

The neighbor's aunt volunteered: "Isn't it just two kinds of vegetables? I'll buy them for you. Go back and rest. You're shaking when you walk."

"Thank you mom."

Gu Zhihao handed over the money and the vegetable basket to the neighbor, and turned back.

The dishes are settled, and the porridge is also to be done.

He didn't rest, put on a mask and disposable gloves, washed the rice, put it in a casserole, and put it on the stove.

Turning on the fire, he slumped on the chair, dazed and uncomfortable.

The fire quickly boiled the water, and Gu Zhihao didn't feel it when the lid of the pot lifted.

The soup in the pot overflowed and put out the fire!

"Drip drip-"

The fire alarm blared sharply.

Yuesao and Shi Yuke both ran out of the room and went to the kitchen to turn off the fire, thus avoiding a possible fire!

"What's the matter with you? Why did you fall asleep in the kitchen?"

Shi Yuke noticed that Gu Zhihao's expression was wrong, and reached out to touch it, only to find that it was terribly hot.

At this time, the neighbor's aunt came back from shopping. Seeing that Gu Zhihao almost set the kitchen on fire, she couldn't help complaining: "You are really nice, and you are good to my wife, but you can't let your life go. What is going on today? Your family If it burns up, our neighbors will follow suit."

After blaming Gu Zhihao, blaming Shi Yuke for being hypocritical, capricious, and caring for people who don't understand.

She acted as if she hadn't heard, she didn't argue, she didn't explain, and she didn't agree.

Aunt noticed something was wrong: "Yu Ke, are you back to normal?"

"My God! This is really a great thing."

When Auntie left, Shi Yuke knew without even thinking about it. It would take less than half a day for the news of her memory recovery to spread throughout the community.

At that time, more neighbors will come to the house under the guise of visiting, which is actually strange.

As long as she thought of these things, she was upset and irritable, but there was no good solution.

She blamed all of this on her husband.

"It's really not the right time to be sick."

"Madam, don't blame him if your husband is sick. He has treated you very well. Now a man like him is a rare animal. You should cherish it."

"I don't need you to teach me how to do things."

That being said, she didn't care about anything.

Shi Yuke helped Gu Zhihao to the guest room to rest, he was still very guilty: "I'm sorry, I frightened you during confinement, I'm really useless, I can't even cook porridge well."

"Stop talking, you rest."

Shi Yuke returned to the room, took out two antipyretics from the medicine box for him to take, and went to the kitchen to cook porridge.

It's not that she can't do anything. In order to marry a wealthy family, she even took a cooking course, but she didn't expect that the skill she was proud of at the beginning would cook dinner for such a man now.

Opening the refrigerator, she was greatly touched by the contents.

The food is divided into two categories, and the location of the food is different.

Fresh meat and live shrimp, sea cucumber, bird's nest and pigeon eggs, all the high-end ingredients in the house are placed in the most conspicuous position!

These are the things she usually eats, nothing unusual.

The strange thing is that beside these foods, there is half a cold steamed bun, a bowl of leftover vegetables, and a piece of pickles.

The confinement wife put the child to sleep and came down to help.

She saw Shi Yuke staring at the refrigerator, and gave the answer: "These are all eaten by the husband. The husband is very frugal. He eats the leftovers by himself, and I leave all the good things to you."

The dinner is cooked by the confinement wife.

Casserole porridge, fried pork with bamboo shoots, fried eggs with Chinese toon.

All the meals she ordered, but they didn't taste right in my mouth.

unpalatable.

Gu Zhihao has spoiled her taste and appetite, and she can't swallow the food cooked by others.

Shi Yuke casually ate a couple of bites, put down the bowls and chopsticks, and went to the guest room to see her husband.

He is in good health, has fallen asleep after taking antipyretics, and his body temperature is not that high.

Shi Yuke took a serious look at her husband for the first time these days, and it wasn't so ugly when she was asleep.

The facial features are correct, but the identity is a bit poor, otherwise it is not bad!

But people with high status didn't take her seriously, they were full of calculations and use.

She sighed and left the room.

the next day.

Gu Zhihao woke up refreshed, and was surprised when he saw that it was dawn again.

He actually slept all night?

He went to his wife's room disheveled and disheveled: "Yuke, are you hungry? Damn it, I slept all night. What do you want to eat? I'll cook right away."

"You don't need to do it, how do you feel, is it better?"

"It's okay, I'm fine, nothing at all, I'm in good health, strong like a cow." It was the first time in many days that his wife said so many words to him, a little flattered.

As if he was afraid that his wife wouldn't believe it, he was still like a gorilla, hitting his chest with a "dong dong" and making faces.

If it was before, Shi Yuke would have been amused by him and laughed.

But not today, Shi Yuke looked at him like an idiot, with disgust on his face.

"Is this interesting?"