Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

After eating the fish for breakfast, Tong Zhenyu bought it yesterday. It is said that the villagers just caught it from the river.

Originally, I wanted to cook and eat last night, but yesterday afternoon Tong Zhenyu took his grandmother to buy a bunch of household appliances and came back, and then it was late, so he didn't kill the fish.

Zijun doesn't know how to kill fish, but she doesn't dare to kill life, so when Tong Zhenyu said about killing fish, she was so scared that she didn't even dare to enter the kitchen.

"Zijun, Xiaotong is killing fish in the kitchen. What are you doing in the house alone? Don't you know how to help?" Grandma saw her running in and gave her a dissatisfied look.

How can I help you kill a fish?Zijun muttered something in his heart, but what came out of his mouth was: "I...I'll find him an apron."

"That's right, blood will splatter after killing the fish. His shirt must be very expensive. You should quickly take one of your uncle's clothes and wear it outside for him."

"No, I'll just help him with the apron. It's not good if uncle's clothes get dirty, after all, fish blood can't be washed off when splashed on him." Zijun took the apron and left immediately after saying this.

From a distance, she heard the sound of ping-pong-pong from the kitchen. She walked in and saw that Tong Zhenyu had knocked the fish unconscious, and was preparing to cut the fish with a knife.

"Hey, here's your apron," Zijun stood at the kitchen door and handed the apron to Tong Zhenyu: "Remember it, or you won't be able to wash it off when fish blood splashes on your clothes."

Tong Zhenyu grabbed the fish with a knife in one hand and raised his arm: "Help me tie it."

".." Zijun was speechless, looked at the apron in his hand, and finally walked over carefully, wrapped the apron around him, and tied it around his waist.

Just as he was about to turn around, Tong Zhenyu had already stabbed the fish's belly, and the fish's blood flowed out immediately. Zijun felt a fishy smell coming to his nostrils, and he couldn't hold it back immediately, covering his mouth with his hands and retching, "uh" .

"What's wrong?" Tong Zhenyu asked nervously, "Is there something uncomfortable?"

Zijun shook his head: "No, I guess I ate too much in the morning."

Tong Zhenyu smiled, lowered his head and tossed the fish in his hand, but said: "I thought you were tormented with stomach problems last night?"

After saying this, seeing that there was no response for a long time behind him, he couldn't help but look back, Zhang Zijun was no longer at the door of the kitchen.

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Zijun only thought that fishy smell was unpleasant, and she couldn't help but muttered in her heart that it must have been a long time since she smelled fish blood, because she hadn't eaten freshwater fish during those few months in England.

"Zijun, Xiao Tong Shayu, why don't you go and help?" Seeing Zijun coming out of the kitchen, grandma couldn't help but give her a reproachful look.

"I went to the field to pull ginger, and I saw that there was no ginger in the kitchen." Zijun quickly found something for herself, so she didn't want to go back to the kitchen to smell the fishy smell.

"That's right, ginger is used for cooking fish." Grandma suddenly realized: "We don't grow ginger at home, why don't you go to Uncle Wang's house in the village to buy some, he has ginger."

"I'd better go to the town to buy it," Zijun thought for a while and said, "I'm embarrassed that Uncle Wang doesn't want money later."

In fact, she couldn't remember which family Uncle Wang's family was, but she didn't want grandma to know, otherwise grandma would be unhappy.

"Okay then," the grandma didn't force it. Their village is on the edge of the town, not far from the town, and it only takes about ten minutes to walk.

Zijun heaved a long sigh of relief, went upstairs to get his wallet and came down. Just as he reached the door, his grandmother shouted again: "Zijun, I went to the town and bought some meat by the way. There is no more meat at home."

Zijun nodded in response, walked out of the yard, and walked towards the town along the country road at the entrance of the village. Just in time, there were many people on the country road, walking in twos and threes, chatting.

When Zijun was a child, he came to play at his grandmother's house every summer vacation. Although my grandmother's rural language was not very good, she could understand a little bit, and knew which family's children were outside so what these people were talking about.

She walked slowly alone, anyway, she was going to buy meat and ginger, and she was not in a hurry, not to mention that she could observe the scenery on both sides along the way.

Walking to the market in the town, Zijun went directly to the vegetable stall to buy ginger, then went to the butcher stall to buy some pork and pork ribs, and walked outside at a faster pace when passing the fish stall.

Because she walked in a hurry and lowered her head, she suddenly bumped into the person in front of her. She took a step back and apologized quickly: "I'm sorry,"

As soon as the words were finished, she heard a 'chi', and she looked up, only to realize that the person she bumped into was actually Tong Zhenyu.

"Aren't you killing fish at home?" Zijun stared at him with wide eyes, "Why did you come to town all of a sudden?"

"There are only a few fish in total, how long can you kill them?" Tong Zhenyu took the ginger and meat in her hand, held her hand and said, "What else do you want to buy?"

Zijun shook his head: "No need, just two meals at noon and evening, and there is still fish at home, so I probably can't finish it."

"Then go back," Tong Zhenyu took her out of the vegetable market, and walked slowly on the crowded streets, listening to the last rural dialects, he felt a little cordial.

When passing by a pharmacy, Tong Zhenyu looked up and asked, "Are you feeling sick to your stomach? Do you want some stomach medicine?"

Zijun took a deep breath and pressed his stomach with his hands. Seemingly there was nothing wrong with him, he shook his head and said, "No, it will be fine."

Seeing that she said she was fine, Tong Zhenyu didn't say anything else, just held her hand and continued walking. When they passed a clothing store, they were stopped by the people inside.

"Zhichao's sister," a woman in her 40s came out of the clothing store, looked at Zijun and asked, "Are you Shao Zhichao's sister?"

"Yes," Zijun nodded and looked at the middle-aged woman, "Auntie, may I ask who you are..."

"I'm Zhichao's godmother," the middle-aged woman looked at Zijun and sighed, "Did you know something happened to Zhichao's family?"

Zijun thought that the aunt was talking about grandma's illness, so he nodded and said, "Yes, I rushed back after receiving a call last night. I arrived yesterday morning. Grandma was flatulent, and she's fine now."

"Oh, I'm not talking about your grandma," the aunt took the conversation and said, "I'm talking about Zhichao's mother who is sick. I heard it was breast cancer. Now I'm going to see a doctor in the province. I'm afraid the old lady will worry about it." , and lied that he was going back to Zhichao’s grandmother’s house..."

"What?" Zijun was taken aback, and couldn't help asking nervously, "Then where are they seeing a doctor now? Why didn't uncle call me?"

"Your family has such a big problem, and your uncle said that he couldn't help you. I heard that you borrowed money everywhere. How dare your uncle call you..."

After hearing this aunt's words, Zijun knew that his aunt's breast cancer was in the primary and middle stages, and now she went to see a doctor in G City. He heard that she was going to have an operation, and the family didn't have much money. In the morning, my uncle called Zhichao's godmother to borrow money .