SFS Chapter 271 Is this how women are raised?
Chapter 271 Is this how women are raised?
Zhuang Zhoucheng lay beside Huo Yan and dozed off for a while. When Huo Yan woke up, it was already dark outside.
I looked at the time and realized it was already past eight in the evening. I slept for a really long time.
Huo Yan opened his eyes, his eyelids slowly opening and closing. He took a sleepy look, buried his face in the pillow again, rubbing it back and forth, ready to continue sleeping.
Zhuang Zhoucheng turned her head up and whispered:
"Get up, you need to eat something. There's nothing much at noon. Be obedient."
Huo Yan's head drooped and fell weakly into his palm.
He groaned, turned over, and burrowed into the quilt again.
Zhuang Zhoucheng pulled her out, opened the quilt, turned sideways and wrapped the thick nightgown around her, and said in a deep voice:
"Be obedient, Huo Yan."
"Still want to sleep."
Huo Yan's body tilted, and he fell onto the bed with another "bang", ignoring everyone.
Zhuang Zhoucheng got out of bed and put on his own robe.
He might have caught a cold while sleeping in the afternoon, as his voice sounded a little strange and his throat was very dry.
He fastened the belt, dragged Huo Yan out, and walked out of the room carrying him.
"Zhuang Zhoucheng!"
Huo Yan arched back and forth on him a few times and then slid to the ground.
"Headache, I have a headache!" Huo Yan said loudly with a frown.
Zhuang Zhoucheng straightened her messy hair and said:
"If you're not hungry, go back to sleep."
Huo Yan took a breath. Okay, she seemed to be hungry.
He raised his hand to hit his head and walked downstairs first.
"I don't want to eat noodles, Zhuang Zhoucheng. I'd rather starve to death than eat them even if you cook them again."
She just took this gentleman's kindness to her for granted. If he mentioned it when he personally prepared food for her for the first time, she might feel honored.
Zhuang Zhoucheng's brows furrowed. Did she mean for him to do it?
Little beast...
Zhuang Zhoucheng said this helplessly, but still walked downstairs.
Zhuang Zhoucheng went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took a look.
I didn’t remember it when no one reminded me during the day, but now I know it when I need it. The house seriously needs some new things.
Not only was there no stored food, even the refrigerator was empty.
Zhuang Zhoucheng himself couldn't remember these trivial things, and if he didn't mention them, how would others dare to put things in the villa?
The only thing left in the villa was noodles, which Lu Zeng had put there.
These noodles are genuine organic food, squeezed by hand, and sent by the subordinates as a "reward" to them.
Lu Zeng placed some at the villa.
Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at the empty refrigerator, sighed secretly, turned sideways to look at the woman who was already sitting at the dining table waiting for dinner, and whispered:
"Have a glass of milk first, okay?"
Huo Yan nodded, he was indeed hungry.
Because at noon, before I even started eating, I was drunk by this hateful man.
I have been sleeping all day and my stomach is empty. I have already digested the two meals yesterday. How can I not be hungry?
Zhuang Zhoucheng poured the milk into a small pot specially used for heating milk, turned on a low heat, and waited.
I was worried about what to cook for her.
It’s too late to go out to buy anything. It’s dark and cold outside. Is she willing to move?
The milk was poured into a cup and placed in front of Huo Yan.
Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at her, and Huo Yan held the cup of milk and drank it in a few big gulps.
"Is that enough?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked her.
Huo Yan looked up at Zhuang Zhoucheng. His eyes were like agate, so beautiful that it was jaw-dropping. His fair face, bright red lips, and delicate little appearance were really alluring.
Zhuang Zhoucheng stared at her face, raised his hand and couldn't help pinching it, saying:
"I'm asking you a question, why do you always leave without your ears?"
Huo Yantou tilted his head, dodged his hand, and said:
"I didn't eat anything at noon or dinner, Zhuang Zhoucheng..."
It’s up to you, old man.
Zhuang Zhoucheng was helpless and said:
"Wait a little longer, huh?"
As he rolled up his sleeves to wash the pot and cook noodles, Huo Yan saw him opening the upper cupboard. He immediately stood up and stood at the kitchen door, saying:
"Can you not cook the noodles? You can't cook anything else. I can even eat a piece of vegetable. I'm not picky about food."
Zhuang Zhoucheng withdrew his hand, still facing away from her, with his hands resting on his waist.
This little beast is really hard to deal with!
Can a non-picky eater not eat noodles?
"There's nothing else at home but noodles. How about we make do with this tonight and buy something else tomorrow, ok?"
Zhuang Zhoucheng turned around, looked at her, and agreed to talk things over.
Huo Yan looked at him with a frown on her face, not saying a word, her eyes fixed.
Anyway, she just didn't nod or say anything.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Zhuang Zhoucheng took it as her agreement.
Turning around, he took out the noodles and placed them on the table. Huo Yan walked into the kitchen with small steps and said softly:
"Anyway, I told you, I don't like noodles. I won't eat them even if you cook them."
Zhuang Zhoucheng stopped, turned sideways, and said angrily:
"Eat whatever's available. How old are you? Can't you make do with this?"
"But I've already made do with it so many times. My mom never cooked noodles before because I didn't like it..."
Huo Yan said stubbornly that he would not give in anyway.
The first few times he brought it directly to her, she had no way of refusing.
But he hadn't cooked it this time, so what was wrong with her speaking first?