Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Fu Han considers himself not a person with heavy desires. Before meeting her, even if he had physical needs, he could use work or sports to vent them out.

Like now, the person under him shook his head, with red eyes tenderly refusing, but he didn't have enough, coaxed and lied to continue, bullied him and cried, scratched him with his hands, and scolded him weakly.

"Fu Han, you bastard, lied to... a liar!"

Wen Qingyue was obviously full of anger, but the words she yelled lost their momentum, instead they were indescribably coquettish.

Fu Han lightly pecked at the corner of her lips, coaxing, "Hey, for the last time..."

"You lied to me, you said the last, last time..." Wen Qingyue sued him with steam in her eyes, with a pun, referring not only to the time when his exhibition hall lied to her, but also to the present.

Fu Han remained silent, using actions to make her speechless.

After the end, Wen Qingyue had already fallen asleep in a daze, and only vaguely felt that Fu Han carried her to the bathroom to wash, put on clean pajamas, and changed the sheets, and then she fell asleep completely after touching the pillow .

On New Year's Eve, the Fu family will go back to the old house to spend together.

Because Fu Han made too much noise yesterday, the bedroom was not furnished, the two of them spent the morning decorating the bedroom, had lunch, and returned to Fu's mansion with presents at around two o'clock in the afternoon.

The old house has also been decorated, and the atmosphere of the New Year is very strong.

After entering the room, just as Wen Qingyue called out to her grandfather, the old man smiled and pulled her to sit beside her, "Yueyue, are your feet okay?"

Wen Qingyue responded with a smile, "It's almost better."

While talking, Dong Yuan also came down from upstairs, and said with a smile: "Yueyue is here."

Wen Qingyue raised her eyes to look at her, answered, and after chatting for a while, she learned that the family's aunt was responsible for the New Year's Eve dinner, so Wen Qingyue offered to make dumplings for everyone.

"I'll help you." Fu Han stood up and followed her into the kitchen.

Aunt Li was stunned when she saw the couple coming in, "Young master, young mistress, why did you come in? Are you hungry? There are small cakes in the refrigerator..."

"Aunt Li, I want to make dumplings for everyone to eat by myself. You are busy with your own work and don't worry about us." Wen Qingyue interrupted her with a smile, rolled up her sleeves, and washed her hands.

Aunt Li nodded with a smile, and told her that she had kneaded the dough well, and she couldn't make dumpling wrappers, so she could help.

Wen Qingyue refused, "I will. Is there any fresh meat? I'll make the stuffing first."

"Yes, in the refrigerator."

"Okay." Wen Qingyue turned around to open the refrigerator, picked vegetables, and thought about what kind of dumplings to make. Fu Han stood behind her, at a rare loss, approached her, and asked in her ear: "Chef, can I make dumplings?" What?"

His warm breath was blowing against her ears, some of them were itchy, she subconsciously tilted her head, and asked, "What will you do?"

This question caught him, the number of times he has cooked is one of the few, but he has eaten dumplings, making dumplings...he can't.

Wen Qingyue knew from his expression that he would not, she shook her head in disgust, "Bring me an apron."

Fu Han turned around to look for an apron, and when he came back with an apron with a strawberry pattern, Wen Qingyue also picked out the meat stuffing, put it on a plate, and took a knife to cut the meat.

Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind.

At that moment, her body froze instinctively.

Looking down, there was an apron with a strawberry pattern in front of her. Fu Han stood behind her and helped her tie the belt, and asked, "Beef stuffed dumplings?"

Wen Qingyue relaxed, and quickly sliced ​​the beef, "Well, celery and beef stuffing, by the way, go out and ask grandpa if they have any taboos?"

Fu Han fastened his apron, stood aside and looked at her profile, and said, "No, they can eat."

Wen Qingyue didn't question it, she cut the beef and minced the meat neatly. Fu Han looked at it and asked curiously, "Who taught you how to cook?"

"My father..." she blurted out, and she was stunned after she finished speaking, and frowned instinctively.

Her cooking skills are from another world, taught by her father, but here, her father is Wen Canghai, who doesn't know how to cook at all, let alone teach her.

Seeing her frown in annoyance, Fu Han mistook her for adoptive father, after all, she used to live in the countryside, in another family.

However, as far as he knew, her adoptive parents were not good to her either, presumably this skill was cultivated by her in order to make a living since she was a child.

Thinking of this, Fu Han's heart was full of distress, and he took the initiative to change the subject, "I'm here to wash the celery, where are the vegetables?"

He didn't ask any more questions, Wen Qingyue also breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "In the pool."

The two stood side by side, one washing vegetables, the other chopping meat, talking a few words from time to time, the picture was very warm.

Aunt Li watched from the side, her eyes were full of relief, the young master had suffered so much all these years, finally there was someone who could warm him up and make him more lively.

"It's not wrapped like this, look at me, don't have too much meat stuffing, and put some water on the edge of the skin, so that it can stick..."

When Dong Yuan walked to the door of the kitchen, she heard Wen Qingyue's voice, and saw that she was teaching Fu Han how to make dumplings seriously, and the latter was learning carefully, looking at the former with gentle eyes.

Such a warm picture made the corners of her mouth slightly rise, but the smile disappeared suddenly in the next second, and her eyes turned cold.

She thought of her son - Fu Yuan.

If he is still alive, he should be married, and he will do the same, cooking in the kitchen with his wife.

But she forgot that Su Wanyu can't cook.

As Dong Yuan thought about it, too many emotions surged in her heart, and she couldn't control her grip on the edge of the door frame. Her nails were almost broken, and a gloomy coldness appeared in the eyes that looked at Wen Qingyue and Fu Han.

In the kitchen, Fu Han followed Wen Qingyue's method and made a not-so-good-looking dumpling. Even though it wasn't so good-looking, he felt a sense of accomplishment, and handed it to her like a treasure, waiting expectantly for her praise.

Wen Qingyue took a look, raised her eyebrows slightly, looked up at him, and saw that his lips and nose were covered with flour, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, and said with a smile: "It's not bad, but it's a bit ugly."

Fu Han frowned, put down the dumplings, and said, "This is the first one, it doesn't count, you just wait, the next one is sure to look good!"

Dong Yuan watched the two talking and laughing, the hatred in her heart surged, almost swallowing her reason.

She hates, why is Fu Han happy?He killed her son, why is he so happy now?

He should live on for her son, marry Su Wanyu for her son, and fulfill her son's wish!

He doesn't deserve to have his own love and life!

Dong Yuan grabbed the clothes on her chest, clenched her hands, turned and left the kitchen, fearing that she would lose control of her emotions, she rushed in and yelled at Fu Han.

Dong Yuan opened the refrigerator, took a bottle of water, drank a few sips, calmed down, her thoughts were spinning, and an idea gradually formed in her heart.

After all, she won't be able to reunite at this New Year's Eve dinner. Every year is boring, so it's better to add a big "dish" this year.