He saw Murong Ziyu who fell to the ground, and Fu Yue who was holding a fish and looking confused.
"Did you recommend it?" Zhou Qianyu asked Fu Yuedao.
Fu Yue shook his head.
When Murong Ziyu saw this, she said: "She didn't push it, it was because I didn't pay attention to the water under my feet when I turned around just now."
"Are you not injured?" Fu Yue asked.
"No." Murong Ziyu staggered up.
"I see you fell hard and you can't stand up anymore. Go and rest on the sofa for a while and check if you are injured." Fu Yue put down the fish and washed her hands.
"It's okay. It's not that precious. You wash the fish first and I'll mop it on the ground. There's too much water and it's easy to fall." Murong Ziyu said.
"That's fine." Fu Yue nodded.
Murong Ziyu went out to get a mop.
Zhou Qianyu approached Fu Yue, watched her washing the fish, and said with disdain: "You've done it, how can I look at it, is it still a whole fish?"
"I took off its clothes and took a bath. It will be delicious only after it is washed clean. What do you know?"
"Hey, I'm a person with a basic IQ. Don't you know how to kill fish?" Zhou Qianyu asked.
"You sound like you know how to do it? How about you come?" Fu Yue put the fish on the chopping board.
"I'll do it, I'll do it." Zhou Qianyu rolled up his sleeves and took the knife in Fu Yue's hand.
Murong Ziyu came over with a mop, and what she saw was Zhou Qianyu killing fish. Fu Yue complained next to him, "I said, Mr. Zhou, your knife hasn't been used for many years. It's rusty. It takes so long to kill a fish."
, are you trying to kill a chicken for it?"
"You don't understand. The fish after killing the chicken has fresh and tender meat. I have studied food. Have you forgotten how many famous restaurants I have visited?" Zhou Qianyu said.
"I think you broke its gall." Fu Yue asked.
Zhou Qianyu saw the broken gall and said, "Hey, do you still know gall?"
"You cannot eat gall if it is broken." Fu Yue reminded.
"I know. I just set a wrong example and told you not to do this. Ziyu is here. You should follow her and learn from her." Zhou Qianyu washed his hands and walked out of the kitchen in a swagger.
Fu Yue: "..."
She really didn't understand why he was so arrogant.
"The fish can no longer be eaten, the gallbladder is broken." Fu Yue said to Murong Ziyu, and added, "It wasn't me who broke it, it was Zhou Qianyu."
Murong Ziyu's expression turned bad, and she gave the mop to Fu Yue, "Mop the floor clean first. You can do this, right?"
Fu Yue nodded and mopped the water off the ground once or twice.
"Are you okay?" Murong Ziyu asked.
"Well, other places are clean and there is no water. If I go to mop it, it will make the ground damp." Fu Yue explained.
"You can't even mop the floor, are you still a woman?" Murong Ziyu said irritably.
"Why do women need to know how to mop the floor?" Fu Yue asked. "Besides, there's nothing about mopping the floor. I just don't think it's necessary."
Murong Ziyu felt a headache.
"Forget it, let's make cheese ribs. You wash the ribs first." Murong Ziyu said, taking out the ribs for her.
"Let me go, you didn't let the person selling your ribs cut it?" Fu Yue complained, "You don't cut it yourself at home, right?"
"Don't worry, just do it yourself." Murong Ziyu said.
Fu Yue reluctantly picked up the knife and hit it several times.
"I said, Fu Yue, are you going to demolish the house?" Zhou Qianyu complained and went to the kitchen again.
Fu Yue was still chopping the ribs hard, "If I didn't work so hard, I would keep chopping."
Zhou Qianyu also saw the whole piece of ribs on the chopping board. He looked at Murong Ziyu, "Didn't you ask someone to cut it?"
Murong Ziyu was stunned for a moment.
She thought that Zhou Qianyu called her over to torture Fu Yue on purpose.
If she had cut everything, how could she torture Fu Yue?
Murong Ziyu remained silent and did not speak.
Fu Yue banged it several times.
"Let me ask, do these bones have a deep grudge against you?" Zhou Qianyu said to Fu Yue in disgust.
"I feel like it's almost done. You can eat it as if it's cooked anyway, right?" Fu Yue said.
Murong Ziyu looked at the long and short ribs of different sizes and said, "Cut them a little shorter so they are easier to taste."
"Okay." Fu Yue picked out the long ones and placed them neatly on the chopping board.
She stabbed down, not sure if she put in too much, but not one of them was cut off.
"Sorry, that was a wrong example."
Zhou Qianyu: "..."
Why does he feel that Fu Yue learned this sentence from him?
"It doesn't matter, please demonstrate correctly this time." Zhou Qianyu said with disdain.
Fu Yue took a deep breath and stabbed it down with a hey sound, but none of it was broken.
"Mistake demonstration?" Zhou Qianyu raised an eyebrow and asked Fu Yue.
"Your knife is really dull, you should sharpen it." Fu Yue said.
Murong Ziyu looked at the look in Zhou Qianyu's eyes.
There was no disgust or hatred for Fu Yue at all. On the contrary, she felt that the friction between men and women was the catalyst for feelings.
Realizing this, my heart skipped a beat and I felt even more uncomfortable.
She said softly: "No one can cut it together. Even the pork sellers don't cut it like this. They cut it one by one. Let me do it."
"Oh, wasn't it that I was greedy for quick results? I didn't expect that these are still strong bones."
"Pfft." Zhou Qianyu was amused by Fu Yue, "You just have little strength. Find an excuse and start running with me tomorrow."
"Isn't it? You are so obsessed with it. Why are you running? Don't be obsessed with it. The bed is so comfortable." Fu Yue looked sad.
"Running is good. In addition to keeping fit, it can also cultivate your character. I run for half an hour every morning and then do yoga for an hour." Murong Ziyu's tone became softer again as she cut the ribs.
Those graceful movements and smiling expression are exactly like the ideal and perfect goddess.
Fu Yue looked at Murong Ziyu, "Very good, the ribs you cut are also very good. How about you and Zhou Qianyu run together?"
Zhou Qianyu frowned, "Murong Ziyu and I are going for a run, what are you doing?"
Fu Yue raised a smile and said, "I'll help you take care of the bed."
Zhou Qianyu was unhappy.
She is his wife, and he went out for a run with another woman. Not only was she not angry at all, but she continued to sleep?
She just doesn't care about him that much.
"Murong Ziyu, let her cut it, let her do this rough work. Also, Fu Yue, starting from tomorrow, run with me for an hour every day. You like the quilt so much, you can run with me carrying your quilt." Zhou Qianyu said coldly.
He said, turned around and went out.
Fu Yue noticed that Zhou Qianyu seemed angry. Why?
Could it be that she felt wrong?
"Have you noticed that Zhou Qianyu is angry?" Fu Yue asked Murong Ziyu next to him.