He saw Murong Ziyu who fell to the ground, and Fu Yue who was holding a fish with a confused look on his face.
"You pushed it?" Zhou Qianyu asked Fu Yue.
Fu Yue shook his head.
Seeing this, Murong Ziyu said, "It was not her pushing it, it was when I turned around just now that I didn't pay attention to the water under my feet."
"You are not injured, are you?" Fu Yue asked.
"No." Murong Ziyu staggered up.
"I see you fell heavily and couldn't stand any longer. Hurry up and go to the sofa to rest for a while and check if you are injured." Fu Yue put down the fish and washed his hands.
"It's okay, it's not that expensive. You wash the fish first. I'll drag the ground. There's too much water and it's easy to fall." Murong Ziyu said.
"Okay." Fu Yue nodded.
Murong Ziyu went out to get the mop.
Zhou Qianyu approached Fu Yue, watched her washing the fish, and said disgustedly: "You've done it. Why am I watching? Or is it a whole fish?"
"I took off my clothes and took a bath. It was so delicious that it was white. What do you know?"
"Hey, I'm a person with a basic IQ. Do you know how to kill fish?" Zhou Qianyu asked.
"Will you say it? Why don't you come?" Fu Yue put the fish on the chopping board.
"If I come, I will do it." Zhou Qianyu rolled up his sleeves and took the knife in Fu Yue's hand.
Murong Ziyu came over with a mop. What he saw was Zhou Qianyu killing fish. Fu Yue complained beside him, "I said, Mr. Zhou, your knife has not been used for many years. It's rusty. Killing a fish is so slow. Are you doing horses and killing chickens for it?"
"You don't understand it now. The fish after the horse kills the chicken is tender and the meat is fresh and tender. I have studied food. Have you forgotten how many famous restaurants I have come to?" Zhou Qianyu said.
"I think you broke its bitter gall?" Fu Yue asked.
Zhou Qianyu saw the broken bitter gallbladder, "Oh, do you still know bitter gallbladder?"
"It is impossible to eat if the bitter gallbladder is broken." Fu Yue reminded.
"I know, I just made the wrong demonstration. Tell you not to do this. Zi Yu is here. You can follow her and learn hard." Zhou Qianyu washed his hands and walked out of the kitchen with a swagger.
Fu Yue: "..."
She really didn't understand what he had to swagger.
"The fish can no longer be eaten, the bitter gallbladder is broken." Fu Yue said to Murong Ziyu, adding another sentence, "It was not me who broke it, it was Zhou Qianyu."
Murong Ziyu's face was not good, so she gave Fu Yue the mop, "You mop the floor clean first, you can do this, right?"
Fu Yue nodded and dragged the water on the ground one or two.
"Are you okay?" Murong Ziyu asked.
"Okay, the other places are clean and there is no water. If I go to mop them, I will make the ground wet." Fu Yue explained.
"You can't even mop the floor. Are you still a woman?" Murong Ziyu said irritably.
"Why do women mop the floor?" Fu Yue asked back. "Besides, there is something I can't mop the floor, I just don't think it's necessary."
Murong Ziyu felt a headache.
"Forget it, make cheese ribs, wash the ribs first." Murong Ziyu said, taking out the ribs for her.
"I'll go, you didn't even let the person who sells the ribs cut it?" Fu Yue complained, "You're at home, can't you cut it yourself, right?"
"Don't worry, you can cut it." Murong Ziyu said.
Fu Yue took the knife helplessly, and slap, slap, slap, several times.
"I said, Fu Yue, are you going to demolish the house?" Zhou Qianyu complained. Yu complained and went to the kitchen again.
Fu Yue was still chopping the ribs hard, "If I don't use such force, I will chop them hard."
Zhou Qianyu also saw the whole piece of ribs on the chopping board. He looked at Murong Ziyu, "Didn't you let someone cut it?"
Murong Ziyu was stunned.
She thought that Zhou Qianyu called her over torture Fu Yue on purpose.
If she had cut them all, how could she torture Fu Yue?
Murong Ziyu was silent and said nothing.
Fu Yue slapped her and smashed her several times.
"I said, do these bones have a deep hatred for you?" Zhou Qianyu said to Fu Yue with disgust.
"I feel it's almost done. I'll eat it anyway after it's cooked, right?" Fu Yue said.
Murong Ziyu looked at the long and short ribs of different sizes, "It should be cut slightly shorter, which is easier to taste."
"Okay." Fu Yue picked out the long one and placed it neatly on the chopping board.
She cut her sword, wondering if she put too many, and no one was cut off.
"Sorry, I'm a demonstration of the mistake."
Zhou Qianyu: “…”
Why did he think Fu Yue learned this from him?
"It's okay, you can demonstrate correctly." Zhou Qianyu said disgusted.
Fu Yue took a deep breath, and then a knife continued, and with a sound of hey, none of them broke.
"Wrong demonstration?" Zhou Qianyu raised his eyebrows and asked Fu Yue.
"Your knife is really blunt, it's time for you to sharpen the knife." Fu Yue said.
Murong Ziyu looked at the expression in Zhou Qianyu's eyes.
There was no disgust or hatred for Fu Yue at all. On the contrary, she felt that it was the friction between men and women, and it was a catalyst for feelings.
Realizing this, my heart skipped a beat and I felt even more uncomfortable.
She said softly: "Whoever cut it together? Even those who sell pork will not cut it like this. They are cut one by one. Let me do it."
"Oh, I'm not, am I greedy for quickness? I didn't expect that these are still stubborn."
"Puff." Zhou Qianyu was amused by Fu Yue, "You are just weak and find a reason to start running with me tomorrow."
"No, right? You are so unconscious. What steps are you running? Don't be unconscious. It's so comfortable to have a bed." Fu Yue looked worried.
"Running is good. In addition to strengthening the body, it can also cultivate one's body. I will run for half an hour every morning and do yoga for one hour." Murong Ziyu cut the ribs and her tone softened again.
The graceful movements and smiling expressions were the perfect goddess in their ideal appearance.
Fu Yue looked at Murong Ziyu, "It's great, the ribs you cut are also good, why don't you run with Zhou Qianyu?"
Zhou Qianyu frowned, "Murong Ziyu and I go running, what are you doing?"
Fu Yue raised his smile, "I'll help you take care of the quilt."
Zhou Qianyu was unhappy.
She was his wife, and he went out for a run with other women. Not only did she not get angry at all, she continued to sleep?
She just doesn't care about him.
"Murong Ziyu, let her cut, let her do this rough work, and, Fu Yue, start tomorrow, run with me for an hour every day. You like quilts so much that you can run with your quilt on your back." Zhou Qianyu said coldly, turning around and going out.
Fu Yue found that Zhou Qianyu seemed angry, why?
Could it be that she felt wrong?
"Have you noticed that Zhou Qianyu was angry?" Fu Yue asked Murong Ziyu next to him.