The ex-wife of a period novel villain who died young is reborn

Zhou Yu finally felt something was wrong.

She seemed to really regard Gu Ye as her husband just now, as if they were an ordinary, normal couple.

The embarrassment suddenly came from here.

She remembered how excited she was when she asked Gu Ye to touch her belly just now.

Like a kitten wagging its tail.

But no matter what, Gu Ye...

Zhou Yu looked up at Gu Ye again.

The man was looking at her too.

The two looked at each other, one was embarrassed, and the other was blushing, but they both looked away tacitly.

"What do you want from me?"

"That fan of yours doesn't work."

Although they were panicking, they spoke at the same time with a tacit understanding.

But after the tacit understanding, there was panic.

Zhou Yu felt that the air was a little hot, but before Gu Ye could speak, she looked at the fan and asked, "What's wrong with the fan? It's fine!"

She was surprised that Gu Ye noticed her fan.

Gu Ye shook his head and made up a random excuse, "The voltage of your original fan doesn't match the voltage of the plug in my room, so it won't work. I was wondering if I should try another one..."

After telling the lie, Gu Ye's ears turned redder and his eyes lowered.

Zhou Yu felt even more strange. She had obviously tried it in the afternoon. Could it be that there was a problem after using it for a long time?

So she said: "Then let's change it..."

After saying this, Gu Ye raised his eyes slightly and went to unplug the fan.

But Zhou Yu added a little embarrassedly: "But the sound of this fan is so loud, can you sleep? If you can't sleep, I..."

The man quickly interrupted her, and his voice revealed that Zhou Yu didn't even know where his pleasure came from:

"I can sleep."

Zhou Yu smiled and said, "That's good."

Gu Ye felt a little uncomfortable because of her smile.

He quickly changed the fans between the two of them, then quickly returned to his room and lay down on his wooden floor.

The fan kept whirring, and the sound seemed even louder in Gu Ye's windowless room.

But he fell asleep quickly, with a smile on his lips.

Early the next morning, Zhou Yu was originally thinking about what she would do if Chen Yuanyuan came and Gu Ye was still at home.

Unexpectedly, when she got up, Gu Yeren had already gone out, and there were two steamed buns on the table.

It seemed to be breakfast eaten outside, so I bought her one by the way.

Zhou Yu's heart felt warm. She hadn't experienced the feeling of being remembered like this in many years.

She heated up the buns and ate them, then went to the vegetable market to buy some needed things, and then went to the kitchen to work.

The pig's feet soaked in brine overnight not only became more fragrant, but also became more beautiful in color. Zhou Yu washed her hands and opened the pot to start steaming rice.

Another stove was used to fry vegetables. After the vegetables were fried and set aside, Zhou Yu began to boil chili oil.

Chili oil is also very important in pig trotter rice.

The chili oil she boils is very pure, not much seasoning is added, but it is very fragrant.

The only drawback is that the shelf life is very short.

After finishing the chili oil, Zhou Yu came out of the kitchen to get some fresh air.

There was no range hood in the kitchen, so every time she cooked, it was like a cloud in the kitchen, and boiling chili oil made it even worse. Zhou Yu felt like her whole body was being burned.

Still hot.

Chen Yuanyuan arrived just as she was finishing cooking the chili oil, still holding a plastic lunch box in her hand.

This kind of lunch box is a symbol of this era. The white plastic lunch box is very convenient, can be packed, and is also very cheap.

"You came so early?" Zhou Yu asked.

Chen Yuanyuan came here on a tricycle. There was a large white foam box on the tricycle for insulation.

After a while she was riding the tricycle to the construction site.

Chen Yuanyuan sighed and said, "It's not like you don't know my mother. She doesn't allow me to stay at home for a moment, as if I missed her business at home. I might as well come earlier."

She raised the lunch box in her hand, "Is this it?"

Zhou Yu nodded and then took Chen Yuanyuan into the kitchen.

There is another very important thing about pig's trotter rice, which is fried pickles. If she had time, Zhou Yu would usually make pickles by herself, but the idea came quickly and time was short, so she bought some and brought them back.

Stir-frying pickles is faster. This requires heat, stir-frying quickly, and a large amount of oil.

After the things were finished, Zhou Yu and Chen Yuanyuan began to put them into the lunch boxes.

There is a thick layer of bright oily rice under each lunch box. The top third is fat and thin pig's trotters, the third is green vegetables, and the middle third is fragrant with minced meat. Pickles.

Zhou Yu poured a small spoonful of stewed soup on top of each portion of pig's trotter rice. The brown stewed soup soaked the rice. It tasted delicious just by looking at it!

The chili oil is separated because she is not sure everyone likes spicy food, so Zhou Yu told Chen Yuanyuan to just put the chili oil aside. There is a small spoon in a can of chili oil, and whoever wants it can add it himself.

"So serious?" Chen Yuanyuan was a little surprised when she looked at a box full of lunch boxes.

It's not like she has never been to a construction site. There are several lunch boxes sold at the construction site. She has eaten all of them and looked at them.

Lunch boxes usually contain a lot of fat, and Chen Yuanyuan even heard her father complain a few times that people who make lunch boxes are becoming more and more dishonest. Usually, they just forget about the fat and can just add more oil and water.

Recently, even lymphatic meat has been added.

Comparing those lunch boxes, Zhou Yu's lunch box looked large and substantial. The most important thing was that she knew it must taste good.

Therefore, Chen Yuanyuan felt that selling Zhou Yu's box lunch for seven to eight yuan was not an exaggeration.

That's what she said, "I think your lunch box can be sold more expensively."

Zhou Yu shook her head, "No matter how expensive it is, no one will buy it."

Chen Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that it made sense.

Workers eat boxed lunches because they are cheap and convenient. It is good to keep the price within six yuan.

Every worker is willing to pay six yuan for a box lunch.

But more than one or two yuan or even fifty cents is not enough. Just like Zhou Yu sometimes is willing to spend one yuan to buy some snacks, but if it costs two yuan, she has to carefully consider it.

On the one hand, it is not easy for her to have money, and on the other hand, she feels luxurious spending two yuan on something that can satisfy her craving for one yuan.

Taste is important, but for workers, the most important thing about lunch boxes is to fill their stomachs.

After packing the lunch box and putting it neatly in the box, it was almost time. Chen Yuanyuan stepped on the tricycle and smiled confidently at Zhou Yu, "Wait for my good news!"