Reborn as a Tough Army Wife
Chapter 130 - 125: A Good Man Who Can Cook

Chapter 130: Chapter 125: A Good Man Who Can Cook

Luo Zhiyong, who is usually not very expressive with his feelings, felt extremely embarrassed by Xiao Juzi’s words. He coughed awkwardly, took the luggage with one hand, and pushed Fang Pingying forward with the other, offering a faint smile and greeting to Xiao Juzi,

"Alright, let’s not chat anymore today, we still need to go back and pack. Tomorrow I’ll bring her to your place to get acquainted."

After taking a few steps, something seemed to occur to him, and he turned back to Xiao Juzi, "Oh, by the way, Huang Lin might be back later, he’s taken my younger brother to his uncle’s construction site. If he hasn’t eaten when he gets back, tell him to come over to our place for dinner."

"I know, he told me," Xiao Juzi replied with a slight smile, waving them off, "Don’t worry about the meal, that guy definitely won’t let himself go hungry when he’s out."

After exchanging greetings with Xiao Juzi, Luo Zhiyong led Fang Pingying back to their own place.

Their apartment was on the second floor, located right at the front. As Luo Zhiyong opened the door, Fang Pingying was somewhat moved when she saw all the familiar items inside.

The apartment allocated to them by the military was not large; it was just a one-bedroom with a living room, kitchen, and bathroom. The furniture inside was extremely simple, consisting mainly of necessities like tables and cabinets.

In her previous life, she had lived here for quite a long time, but it was the dullness of life here that bored her to the extreme.

Now, though, she felt that having these was already enough.

Seeing Fang Pingying standing at the door lost in thought, Luo Zhiyong smiled and pulled her into the house, "What’s the matter?"

Not wanting him to see that she seemed to have memories of this place, she covered it up, "Nothing, I’m just a bit tired from sitting in the car all day."

Luo Zhiyong nodded, set down the luggage, and headed towards the kitchen, "Why don’t you tidy up a bit and go take a shower first? I’ll make some noodles. We’ll keep dinner simple tonight. Tomorrow is a day off; we can go grocery shopping together and invite a few neighbors over for a meal."

"The noodles are here; I’ll make them," said Fang Pingying, starting to follow him to the kitchen.

But Luo Zhiyong stopped her with a smile, "I can do it. You go sort out your things first. I’ll also heat up some water for you. The gas stove heats up water quickly; it’ll be ready in no time."

Seeing Luo Zhiyong insist, Fang Pingying let him be and went to the bedroom to organize her things.

The setup of the military apartments was odd; the bedroom actually seemed to be a lot more spacious than the living room.

There was a bed and some other items such as cabinets on one side, and on the other side, a large bookcase and desk, seemingly Luo Zhiyong’s study area.

Fang Pingying placed the bag of pastries directly in the living room, planning to hand them out tomorrow to the families who came over for the meal.

She folded all her clothes, hung the ones that needed to be in the closet on a clothes rack, and neatly folded everything else that could be folded into the lower part of the closet.

While putting away her clothes, she also took the opportunity to tidy Luo Zhiyong’s.

Their clothing was not abundant, and even the modest closet in their military home was still emptily spacious. Fang Pingying thought that once everything was in order, they should buy a few more outfits for themselves.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have anything decent to wear if they went anywhere.

While she was organizing, Luo Zhiyong came back in, "Go take a shower; the water’s heated."

Seeing that she had just arrived and was busy arranging his clothes, he carelessly tossed them back into the closet with a frown, "There’s plenty of time to tidy up later; go take a shower first, I’ll go make the noodles."

Fang Pingying had nearly finished putting away the clothes, but his actions messed them up again. She gave him an annoyed look, "Look at you, I nearly had it done. Now that you’ve rolled it up like this, I’ll have to redo it all."

Luo Zhiyong gave a faint smile, reached out to stroke the hair by her ear and saw dark circles under her eyes, he softly said, "We can do that tomorrow, aren’t you tired today? You even fell asleep in the car just now."

When Luo Zhiyong was at home, he rarely treated her with such attentiveness. Fang Pingying seemed a bit unaccustomed to this and responded with a faint smile, "I slept a little and feel much more spirited, not as sleepy as before."

"Did you not sleep well last night?"

Fang Pingying nodded honestly, "Mm, I kept thinking about taking the trip, thinking about seeing you today, so I didn’t sleep much."

"Silly girl." Luo Zhiyong’s heart softened upon hearing that. He pulled Fang Pingying into his arms and then urged her, "Go take a shower, I’ve carried the water to the bathroom for you. After that, come out for noodles."

Fang Pingying nodded her head and picked up her neatly packed clothes to enter the bathroom.

Fang Pingying quickly took a shower, and seeing there was quite a lot of water left, she washed her hair as well.

After sitting on the train for a day, she could not seem to rid herself of the train’s smell from her body and hair.

By the time she finished and came out, Luo Zhiyong had just finished cooking the noodles, carrying them from the kitchen.

Seeing that Fang Pingying had washed her hair as well, he faintly frowned and asked, "Why did you wash your hair too, was the water warm enough?"

Fang Pingying nodded, "It was, two full buckets."

"Good, dry your hair and we’ll eat."

Fang Pingying’s hair reached her waist when it was let down, it wouldn’t dry quickly, so she wrapped it with a towel first, planning to dry it after eating.

Coming to the dining table, she was surprised to see the two bowls of noodles on it.

In the past at home, household chores were always done by the women like Fang Pingying. Luo Zhiyong seldom entered the kitchen because people in the countryside still retained the old mentality that men who frequently lurked in the kitchen were deemed unsuccessful.

At most, Luo Zhiyong had helped Fang Pingying light the fire a few times in the kitchen; she had no idea he was so capable.

These noodles were cooked perfectly, neither too soft nor too hard, with a fried egg, tomatoes, and green vegetables in every bowl. It was a feast for the eyes and tantalizing to the taste buds.

Luo Zhiyong, coming out, saw Fang Pingying’s surprised face and said with a smile, "What’s wrong, don’t believe I have such good culinary skills?"

Fang Pingying pouted discontentedly at him, "You cook so well, why don’t you do it at home."

"My mom won’t let me." Luo Zhiyong also sat down at the table, smiling as he asked, "By the way, how has home been while I was away?"

Fang Pingying pondered and unsure of what to say, opted for a pleasant response, "Not bad, mom and dad are both in good health."

Luo Zhiyong nodded, then asked, "What about Cui Lan, isn’t she going to get the marriage certificate at the end of this month?"

"She probably won’t be able to get it now." Fang Pingying hadn’t wanted their first meeting to be filled with such unhappy topics, but since he asked, she couldn’t keep it from him; she had to let him know.

"What happened?" Luo Zhiyong sensed a bad premonition, and he also set down the chopsticks he was holding.

"She was persuaded by the Zhang family to abort the child again a few days ago." Fang Pingying didn’t beat around the bush. She laid out the whole story to Luo Zhiyong, including the incident where Cui Lan framed Fang Xiu.

She felt that as the eldest brother, Luo Zhiyong should be aware of these family matters. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com.)

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