The alarm clock at six o'clock in the morning, Chen Chu was awakened as soon as the alarm clock rang. He opened his eyes and the lights were still on in the room. She didn't sleep well all night and her head hurts a little.

Fu Yan, who was standing beside him, took the phone, turned off the alarm clock, and looked out the window: "It's still dark."

"Um."

Chen Chu responded, "They will be here around seven o'clock."

Yesterday, the funeral service contacted her and said that it is best to get a burial before 8 o'clock, which is the custom here.

Chen Chu did these things for the first time and didn’t understand anything. The other party was professional, so she naturally listened to the other party.

Since they are going to be buried before 8 o'clock, they will get it before 7 o'clock and be buried before 7 o'clock.

She didn't sleep well, and Fu Yan looked at the dark circles under her eyes: "You sleep a little longer, I'll go make breakfast."

Chen Chu glanced at him: "Let's go to bed today after finishing your work. I can't sleep well alone, it's too cold."

She said, under the quilt, reached out to hook Fu Yan's neck and kissed him on the lips: "Thank you for your hard work these days."

Fu Yan smiled, "What are you talking about?"

He said, reaching out to take the coat beside him, lowering his head and kissing her on the forehead: "Lying on for a while, I will boil the hot water first and then ask you to wash up."

On such a cold day, he couldn't bear to let her get up and touch the cold water.

"Aren't you cold?"

Chen Chu also felt sorry for him. She felt so considerate about Fu Yan, and her heart was warm.

“I don’t have a period.”

Fu Yan said, got up and put on the clothes, then turned around to help her tuck the quilt, "Be good, baby."

When he said this, he was so gentle that he was fascinated by people.

Chen Chu lay on the wooden bed and watched him walk out sideways with an indescribable touch.

Today was colder than yesterday. When Fu Yan walked out of the yard, he found that it was raining. The rain was not heavy. However, at the same temperature, the body temperature of the rain and the non-storm was very different.

Fu Yan tightened his scarf and raised his legs into the hall.

As soon as I entered, I met Liang Shumin who came out of the room.

"Good morning, aunt."

"Good morning, Xiao Fu, is it raining outside?"

Fu Yan nodded, "The warm water in the kitchen should be cold. You go back to the room and lie for a while. I will heat up the water first and then call you up."

Liang Shumin has been a daughter of daughters for more than 20 years. Later, she married Chen Jinsheng and never suffered any hardships. She also felt sorry for her daughter, so she got up early and wanted to heat the water so that everyone could get hot. Wash water and drink some hot water to warm up.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yan was so considerate that he was the same as she thought.

She couldn't help but remember the year when she first married Chen Jinsheng. It was so cold. The two of them had no money and could only live in a broken house in the suburbs. It was cold, and Chen Jinsheng got up half an hour early every day every day , boiled the hot water, brought it to the room for her to wash, and then went to make breakfast. When she washed her face and cleaned up, he almost made the breakfast.

"It's okay, it's hard for you to do so much by yourself. I'll help you."

Fu Yan smiled: "Auntie, if you follow me into the kitchen, Chuchu might come in to work later."

Liang Shumin was persuaded by Fu Yan, and it was difficult to persevere.

But more importantly, she was really helpless about the firewood kitchen.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

"It should."

Fu Yan responded and raised his legs to the kitchen.
Chapter completed!