After rebirth, she shocked the world with her favorite husband

In the evening, when Fu Rongyuan came home, Aunt Gui greeted him joyfully at the door:
"Sir, you are back. The young mistress has been waiting for you for a long time to eat. She thought you were going to work overtime today. I kept persuading her to eat first, but the young mistress refused and insisted on waiting."

Fu Rongyuan frowned slightly.

In the afternoon, she sent several video messages. He knew it at the time, but he didn't answer it. Instead, he waited for her to hang up before returning to her: busy.

Finally, she texted:

"After you have dinner together in the evening, you must go home."

Fu Rongyuan thought of her lying to himself with onions, so he didn't agree to her, but she kept waiting?
It was true that Fu Rongyuan didn't have dinner, but he wasn't hungry, he just thought that if he didn't go to the restaurant now, she probably wouldn't have dinner either, so he went there under the guidance of Aunt Gui.

Luo Wanxing, who was drowsy at first, opened his eyes when he heard the movement, and rubbed his eyes sleepily: "You're back, let me see if the dishes are still hot, do you want to steam them?"

Fu Rongyuan caught a glimpse of the dishes on the table covered, she lifted a dish, and he caught a glimpse.

A very... poor egg custard.

Why is it bad, because Fu Rongyuan can tell at a glance that the egg custard has been steamed, and the seasoning sauce has also dyed the egg custard into a sauce color because of the time.

This kind of dish, let alone cooked badly, even if it is not badly cooked, it will not be served on the table at all.

Just as she was about to question, Aunt Gui at the side took the initiative to introduce:

"Sir, all these dishes today are made by the young mistress herself. Just this egg custard, the young mistress steamed it five or six times. The chef didn't intervene in the whole process. It was all made by the young mistress herself. You must make it later Have a good taste."

The coldness in Fu Rongyuan's eyes suffocated, and he looked at Luo Wanxing who was checking the dishes one by one and lifted the lids at the table.

Under the light, the girl's fair little face was like a piece of beautiful jade, and her long hair fell down from her shoulders with the movement. The girl was worried that the hair would get in the dish, so she brushed it away with her hands, and tilted her head slightly to reveal her beautiful face. The swan neck is as beautiful as the person in the painting.

It's a pity that what contrasts sharply with her beauty is the dishes on the table.

The green vegetables are yellowish after being covered for a long time, the fish pieces are burnt black after being fried for a long time, and they are old at a glance, and the prawns have not been picked clean...

It's hard to say.

Aunt Gui said that these dishes were all made by her hands and not by others, he believed it.

Luo Wanxing is also used to eating delicious food. When the dishes were first cooked, she was still excited that she had the potential to be a chef. The first time she cooked so many dishes, she wanted to praise herself.

But now, when she sees these dishes, she herself dislikes them very much.

"That... Aunt Gui, there should be some ingredients in the kitchen, let the chef make it again, and throw it away."

Aunt Gui glanced at her husband who was indifferent, and said hastily:
"How can I do that? These dishes are all your wishes, young mistress. I think they are very good. It's just that these dishes are cold. They should be warmed up. Besides, the chef has already fallen asleep, so why don't you tell him to get up to cook again? Sir and young mistress?" It’s not like you’re going to be starving, I think it’s better to heat it up.”

Luo Wanxing didn't want his whole afternoon's hard work to be wasted, so he expected him to make a statement, or show a little bit of desire to eat:
"Rong Yuan, what do you think?"

Fu Rongyuan's eyes fell on her hand hanging by her side. When she just brushed her hair, she saw a transparent band-aid tied on her index finger. He said coldly:

"Don't heat it up, I'm not hungry."

After finishing speaking, Fu Rongyuan turned around and left the restaurant, his back kept stopping for a while.

Luo Wanxing opened her small mouth slightly, a little aggrieved, she thought that she would at least say that she didn't need to pour out the dishes she had worked so hard to cook.

But no.

What she did was unrefined and poor, but it wasn't unpalatable, at most it was a little unpalatable and not so delicious.

Knowing that he might be angry today because of her fake crying with onions, she went home early and prepared dinner herself. She hoped that he could see her sincerity and sincerity. She did that just to make him feel at ease.

"Why? Because of those onions?"

Luo Wanxing originally wanted to pretend that she didn't know anything, didn't know that he had discovered the onion, didn't know that he was angry, but his attitude made it impossible for her to escape like this:

"Although I rely on onions to keep sneezing, I really miss you. Is it wrong to think about you? Are you going to be so cold to me?"

Fu Rongyuan turned his back and turned his head slightly. Luo Wanxing could only see his deep browbones, high nose and cold lip line.

His lips moved:
"Are you sure you are thinking of me? Not to prove that you are thinking of me?"

Aunt Gui was listening in a daze, not daring to interrupt a word.

Luo Wanxing clenched her fists:
"Does it make a difference?"

"Yes, as far as I am concerned, you tell me, you are thinking of me, and cooking these dishes is just trying to curry favor with me.

Xing'er, we are husband and wife, equal and free. When you need to please me, it can only mean that you feel guilty towards me in your heart. "

Luo Wanxing opened her small mouth. This man actually understood her behavior so well. Can she say that she was totally wrong.

"You said you completely forgot about Jing Yucheng, I believe it, but your behavior tells me that you are afraid of his influence on you, and you are eager to prove that I am important to you, but if I am really that important, Why do you have to prove it?"

Luo Wanxing clenched her fists:
"Is that how you understand it?"

"That's right, I will be very happy when you have no purpose in the future and just hope that I can eat your dishes.

Today, forget it. "

After Fu Rongyuan finished speaking, he went upstairs without looking back.

Aunt Gui was so worried that she hesitated to speak, and finally she could only ask Luo Wanxing cautiously:

"Young Mistress, sir, if you don't want to eat, you can eat more."

Luo Wanxing doesn't have any appetite:
"No, let's pour out all these dishes. I'll order takeaway."

After she said something, she also left the restaurant and went upstairs.

Luo Wanxing did order takeaway. Half an hour later, the deliveryman came to deliver the meal. Aunt Gui took it and delivered it to Luo Wanxing's room. She knocked on the door:

"Young Mistress? Your takeaway has arrived."

"Young grandma?"

Aunt Gui called several times in a row, but she didn't hear any sound coming from inside. She tried to turn the doorknob, and the door opened. Aunt Gui quickly found Luo Wanxing curled up on the sofa, her little face wrinkled in pain. :

"It hurts... Aunt Gui... I have a headache..."

Aunt Gui panicked, and the courier yelled loudly:
"Sir, something happened to the young mistress, come here quickly."

The master bedroom and the second bedroom were facing each other, and Aunt Gui started shouting at the door, and Fu Rongyuan heard it soon.

Rushing over and seeing Luo Wanxing shrinking into a prawn in pain, his already frowning brows became even tighter:
"Aunt Gui, go find painkillers."

Luo Wanxing struggled in his arms, begging:

"No, I don't take medicine, Fu Rongyuan, can you kiss me? If you kiss me, it won't hurt..."