RPAGF Chapter 354 He said, "Stay with me."
Chapter 354 He said, "Stay with me."
"what I do."
He said.
Zhou Yi was taken aback, but then understood what he meant.
"Sir, you don't need to do it. I'll be quick. It will be ready in twenty minutes at most."
Zhou Yi quickly stepped away from his embrace, took out the plate, and placed the washed seafood on it.
After putting the seafood away, she started washing the vegetables, saying as she did so, "You can rest, no need to help. The fumes here are strong and will bother you. Go watch TV."
My husband is so busy every day, it's rare for him to get off work early in the evening, so he can relax by watching TV.
Wenren Chen watched as the little hands began to busy themselves again, his gaze falling on the plate of seafood. He then turned around and took out several plates from the cupboard, placing them next to the seafood.
Zhou Yi heard the voice, looked at the clean plate next to the seafood, and then at Wenren Chen: "Sir..."
Wenren Chen came to her side, took the vegetables from her hand, and washed them under the tap, mimicking her earlier actions.
Zhou Yi stared blankly for a few moments as the hand that had been holding documents and a pen was now washing vegetables. She quickly recovered and reached for the vegetables, saying, "Sir, I'll take care of it, you..."
Hands held.
His hand, full of clear water, enveloped hers, the water flowing from his palm into hers, as if an invisible hand was scratching her.
Itchy.
Wenren Chen stared at her: "Don't waste your time."
Zhou Yi felt a slight itch, an indescribable feeling, as if the water was tickling her.
But when that deep, magnetic voice reached her ears, she snapped back to reality, a thought flashing through her mind, and she quickly said, "Sir, have you not eaten anything?"
The gentleman is a very good person. He had helped her with cooking when she was in Shancheng before, so she thought he was helping her just now because he didn't want her to work hard and wanted her to finish quickly.
But now, looking into those deep, ocean-like eyes in the night, Zhou Yi realized she might be mistaken; her husband was hungry.
My husband doesn't eat much else, just rice and vegetables. He was watching TV in the living room just now, and there was nothing else on the coffee table.
Thinking of this, Zhou Yi frowned and said, "Okay, sir, please help me."
We can't say any more, and we can't waste any more time, or the gentleman will get even hungrier.
She needs to hurry.
The husband was intelligent and learned quickly, so she taught him how to do things.
Extremely quickly, Zhou Yi withdrew his hand, turned on the stove and put the pot on, adding water to the pot: "Sir, please wash the vegetables and put them on the plate after washing them."
As she spoke, she added water to the pot, put the lid on, and then came to Wenren Chen's side. She picked up another unwashed vegetable and said, "Look, let's pick the vegetables first and then wash them."
"Like me."
She taught Wenren Chen how to do it.
Wenren Chen watched the fresh vegetables transform in her delicate hands and said, "Hmm."
He washed the vegetables, she cooked, and the two of them divided the work and busied themselves in the kitchen.
The night deepened silently, and stillness permeated Qishan Mountain. Everything was tranquil, allowing one to relax.
Around 10 o'clock, steaming hot and fragrant seafood fried rice was ladled out of the pot and spooned onto plates.
Wenren Chen stood beside Zhou Yi, looking at the grains of white rice and the finely diced seafood, interspersed with tender vegetables. They were mixed together, presenting different colors and appearances, which was very pleasing to the eye.
"Sir, the fried rice is ready. Please wash your hands and come sit down. I'll bring the fried rice out for you so you can eat."
Zhou Yi scooped all the fried rice onto a plate and was about to take it out as she spoke.
"I come."
Zhou Yi took the fried rice from her hand with her slender fingers. Her eyebrows curved as she looked at Wenren Chen's rolled-up sleeves, revealing his strong forearms, which looked like he was about to get to work.
She smiled and said, "Okay."
"Please take it out, and I'll get you the cutlery."
As she spoke, Zhou Yi washed her hands and went to the cupboard to get a spoon, chopsticks, and a tablecloth.
"Take two sets."
The deep, magnetic voice reached Zhou Yi's ears, causing him to pause and look at Wenren Chen.
Wenren Chen had already left the kitchen with the fried rice.
Zhou Yi watched the departing figure, a look of confusion in her eyes.
The fried rice was only for the gentleman, so one set of bowls and chopsticks would have been enough, but he said he wanted two sets. Does that mean there are extra people eating?
At this point, there was no one else around; if there were more people, the gentleman would have said so beforehand.
But the gentleman didn't say so beforehand.
Zhou Yi stood there, thought for a moment, and then obediently took two sets of cutlery.
Inside the restaurant, Wenren Chen had already placed the fried rice on the table, and he was wiping his hands with a napkin.
His hands were beautiful—long, slender, fair, and with well-defined knuckles—like the hands of handsome male celebrities on TV or the hands of a pianist playing the piano.
And those hands were just washing vegetables and getting plates in the kitchen.
Zhou Yi's heart softened.
My husband is such a good man. I hope God will give him a wonderful wife so that he won't have to work so hard.
Thinking it over, Zhou Yi quickened her pace and went to the dining table to set the table, saying as she did so, "Sir, please eat first. There is still one soup left, I will go and get it."
Zhou Yi quickly set out the tableware and then hurried to the kitchen.
She also made a seafood soup. The fried rice was a bit dry, so the seafood soup was just right.
Wenren Chen wiped his hands clean and saw the person wearing an apron go to the kitchen again.
Put down your napkin, look at the fried rice on the table, and then pick up a spoon and scoop the fried rice into two bowls.
Zhou Yi ladled out the soup and then saw Wenren Chen placing the fried rice he had prepared on either side.
Seeing his actions, Zhou Yi quickly placed the soup on the table and asked, "Sir, are there any other people who want to have dinner?"
As she spoke, she ladled out soup.
"Let's eat."
Zhou Yi paused, looking at Wenren Chen: "Shall we eat?"
The spoon hovered in mid-air, its clear eyes filled with astonishment.
Wenren Chen took the spoon from her hand and ladled the soup into a bowl: "You and I, let's eat."
Zhou Yi heard it clearly.
The gentleman was referring to himself and her; there was no one else.
"Sir, I've already eaten. I'm not hungry. Please eat."
After saying that, she hurriedly reached for the spoon, but Wenren Chen did not let go of the spoon she was holding. He said, "Sit down."
Zhou Yi looked at him in surprise.
Wenren Chen removed her hand and continued serving the soup.
He placed the first bowl of soup in front of her, then served the second bowl and placed it in front of himself.
Looking at his actions, Zhou Yi felt as if she were the master and the master had become the servant.
She wasn't the one serving her husband; it was her husband who was serving her.
Unconsciously, Zhou Yi felt a sense of panic. He couldn't sit still in the chair and quickly stood up: "Sir, I..."
"Stay with me."