The dumb wife died with hatred, and she was not obedient after rebirth

Fan Wenxin rested her forearms on the table, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Huo Yixiu sweetly: "Is it delicious?"

The two of them were very close to each other. At first glance, the woman was playful, gentle and beautiful. Who could not love her?

Ling Zhao thought, if he were a man, he would also be tempted.

Huo Yixiu didn't answer directly, and said: "I told you to rest and recuperate, why did you go to practice cooking?"

Fan Wenxin smiled sweetly, her slender waist slightly bent, twisting back and forth like a puppy wagging its tail to get praise from its owner: "It's boring to eat or sleep every day. I have nothing to do anyway, so I might as well learn to cook."

Huo Yixiu changed his spoon to chopsticks and picked up a piece of celery to eat.

The celery stalks were crisp and tender, and they felt crunchy when chewed. Ling Zhao could even hear the crunching sound.

She pursed her lips tightly, and a fire suddenly rose in her heart.

She has already hidden in the hotel. They are acting as if no one is around. Should she continue to endure it?

She took a step forward, but stopped.

What can I do if I can’t bear it?

She told herself countless times that she didn't care about Huo Yixiu anymore, so why should she make herself unhappy?

In a corner where no one was paying attention, she turned and walked towards the door. A man's indifferent voice came from behind her: "Didn't I ask you to make minced meat and egg custard?"

Ling Zhao paused and stared at him in disbelief, glancing at the soup he was drinking. Aren’t all those dishes enough for him?

After the man finished speaking, he lowered his head to drink his soup. Ling Zhao gritted his teeth and walked towards the kitchen angrily.

Fan Wenxin was silent for a moment, glancing at Ling Zhao from the corner of her eyes. She stood up and sat down next to Huo Yixiu: "This is my first time cooking, and you haven't said whether it's delicious or not."

The hotel has an open kitchen. Although Ling Zhao was in the kitchen, she could hear every word the two people said.

The meat had to be chopped freshly. She held the knife and chopped the meat, making a clattering sound, like a machine gun firing into the quiet restaurant.

Fan Wenxin's voice was drowned out by the sound of chopping meat. She cast a discontented glance, then turned to Huo Yixiu and smiled tenderly, "Do you like minced meat and egg custard? I'll ask Aunt Zhang to teach me next time."

Ling Zhao put the minced meat into the beaten egg liquid, mashed it, added a little seasoning, and steamed it in a pot.

She leaned against the stove, preferring to stay at the induction cooker than to be a light bulb in the dining room.

How ridiculous it is that Mrs. Huo, a dignified wife, has become a third wheel between her husband and his mistress.

Ling Zhao mocked her own sadness, wondering why she was still so stupid after coming back to this world. When she was distracted, the man called her again: "Ling Zhao, come here."

Fan Wenxin watched Huo Yixiu call Ling Zhao over, sat down on the other side of him, and moved his bowl of soup in front of Ling Zhao: "Wenxin made the soup, taste it and give her some advice."

Ling Zhao opened his lips, wanting to splash the soup on his face!

Is she part of their play? It’s not enough for her to drink, but they also have to drag her to please Fan Wenxin and help her improve her cooking skills?

Haha, that’s right. If Fan Wenxin learns cooking skills well, their life together will be more harmonious in the future.

Fan Wenxin's smile froze slightly.

How could Huo Yixiu let Ling Zhao drink the soup she made? She spent more than two hours making it for him!

Is it because it doesn’t taste good?

no.

Fan Wenxin knew Ling Zhao's cooking skills, and she herself was a strong-willed person, so she would not send unpalatable dishes to embarrass herself. She had tasted these two dishes herself, and the taste was still okay.

Fan Wenxin looked at Huo Yixiu, her fingers curled up gently. But she quickly adjusted her mood and said with a smile: "Yes, Zhaozhao, give me some advice. Yixiu has a picky taste, and he is not satisfied with even the chefs of five-star hotels. You have been with him for so many years, and you know his taste best."

Ling Zhao didn't drink the soup because of Fan Wenxin's words. It was the threat in Huo Yixiu's calm eyes staring at her that forced her to obey.

After taking a sip of the soup, Ling Zhao squinted his eyes and savored the taste for a long time, which made Fan Wenxin nervous. She couldn't help but ask, "Is it delicious?"

Ling Zhao glanced at her and took another bite of the celery. It was crunchy and crispy, without any tendons.

It seems that Aunt Zhang taught her very carefully. She removed all the tendons from the celery, and then taught her how to cut it at an angle, which made it look beautiful and tasty.

【The taste is good, no recommendations. 】

Fan Wenxin felt relieved and smiled even more proudly: "I'm so smart and capable, if I want to learn cooking, I can do it at any time." She looked at Huo Yixiu, her smile sweet and confident.

The corners of Ling Zhao's lips were slightly raised, showing a calmness that others could not understand.

Whether Fan Wenxin’s cooking is good or not has nothing to do with her.

She checked the time and took the custard out of the steamer.

As usual, Huo Yixiu picked up the spoon, scooped a few spoonfuls of egg custard and mixed it with the rice, then finished the remaining rice in a few bites.

Fan Wenxin’s pigeon soup and the refreshing celery and lily are not as delicious as this one.

"It seems that the dishes I cook are still not as delicious as Zhaozhao's." Fan Wenxin pouted and looked at the whole pigeon in the porcelain bowl.

Huo Yixiu only drank the soup, and he didn't finish it all, there was still a lot left.

Not to mention the celery, he only ate one bite.

Ling Zhao didn't know what Huo Yixiu was up to. His sweetheart enthusiastically sent him the soup he made himself, but he made her unhappy.

Ling Zhao, in turn, pushed the pigeon soup towards Huo Yixiu, and even helped him twist off a pigeon leg and put it in his bowl, signaling him with his eyes not to let others down.

Somehow, she couldn't describe the joy that came from somewhere in her heart.

Huo Yixiu glanced at her calmly, then turned to Fan Wenxin and said, "Kitchen work is tiring and dirty, and the smell of cooking fumes is not good for your illness. You can let Aunt Zhang do the cooking. Just tell her what you want to eat."

Fan Wenxin's depressed heart came back to life at this time: "I know."

In fact, she just did things she didn't like to do for the man she liked.

Since he is so considerate of her, all she needs to do in the future is find a cook who suits his taste.

"Yi Xiu, I have something to discuss with you. How about we go for a walk in the garden and talk while we walk?"

Huo Yixiu nodded, and the two of them went out together.

Ling Zhao smiled self-deprecatingly at the leftovers on the table.

What is she happy about? Huo Yixiu only likes the food she cooks?

In his eyes, she was just a woman who could cook. He was so reluctant to let his sweetheart go into the kitchen.

……

in the garden.

Fan Wenxin would never take the initiative to mention the rumors from outside, and would only say that the company had officially launched the bidding.

The technology purchased at a low price from Mr. Li, combined with Junhai Technology's existing technical team and government support, will definitely be the hottest project in Nancheng City in the next five years. If the winning company can cooperate with Junhai, there will be no shortage of orders in the next five years and even longer in the future.

But there is a new problem. A company called Changling is also doing the same research and development, but it has no government resources and lacks competitiveness in the eyes of the outside world.

But if Huo Yixiu loses the government's support, that may not be the case.

What Fan Wenxin and Huo Yixiu wanted to discuss was how to continue to win the support of the Nancheng Municipal Government.

"...I checked. Madam Li is going to Tianhe Temple tomorrow. I plan to meet her by chance."