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Chapter 390 Jiang Xingzhi’s cooking skills are very good

Jiang Xingzhi washed the pots and dishes by the well.

The pots and bowls were covered in black dirt. He used a wooden branch to scrub hard for a long time before he could barely see that the pots and bowls were in their original state.

But the pots and bowls are quite shabby.

The bowl, in particular, has several nicks and cracks.

Probably because there is no water leaking in front of me.

It's better than nothing, and Jiang Xingzhi doesn't mind it either.

After taking the cleaned pots and bowls back, he dug a small hole outside his house, set up a pot, and made a pot of green vegetable and lean meat porridge for his wife.

Jiang Xingzhi's cooking skills are very good, and they are much more delicious than those made in the canteen in the village.

The simple vegetable and lean meat porridge is made into a delicacy in the world.

Of course, the main conclusion is drawn from comparison with the Zhaizi canteen.

Yan Wu ate happily and said, "Ms. sir, what you cooked is delicious."

"My mother-in-law passed away early, so she has always cooked by herself." Jiang Xingzhi added modestly: "What I cook is not that delicious, but it is barely edible."

"Where is it? My husband makes the most delicious food."

Seeing that she was eating happily, Jiang Xingzhi raised the corners of his lips: "As long as you like it, I'll make it for you next time."

After Jiang Xingzhi dismantled the bed frame, he strengthened the bottom of the bed, then tied four wrist-thick slender pillars to the four sides of the bed, and put up the mosquito net again.

Although it looks very simple without the bed frame, it is very practical.

After Jiang Xingzhi tidied up the room, he started messing with the pots and stoves again.

He built a simple stove with stones and mud at the door of the house.

He and Yan Wu cooked on this stove in the evening.

Yan Wu watched the whole process from the side and was only responsible for expressing condolences from time to time.

"Mr., are you tired? If you are tired, take a rest."

"Mr., are you thirsty? Drink some water."

"Mr. sir, you see you are sweating. Come over here and I will wipe your sweat away."

The frequency of condolences is very punctual.

As a result, although Jiang Xingzhi was exhausted and sweating profusely, he felt very motivated when he heard his little wife's soft and worried voice and turned around to see his little wife's beautiful face like an orchid in an empty valley.

Jiang Xingzhi was so tired that day that he took a bucket of water and took a shower. But when he returned to the house and looked behind the curtain, his little wife was scrubbing her body with water from a small wooden basin.

Although he wanted to lie down and sleep directly, his body had already made the decision first.

He walked over in a few steps and opened the curtain.

Yan Wu was so frightened that he covered his body with his clothes: "Mr. sir, I'm wiping my body. I'll be fine in a while."

The younger wife was probably shy, her face was covered with a layer of blush, and the blush spread all over her skin.

As if stained with rouge.

No, it looks better than rouge.

Jiang Xingzhi's throat moved and he whispered, "I'm here to help you."

Yan Wu lowered his head, still holding his clothes tightly, shaking his head helplessly: "No, no, no need."

The more shy she becomes, the more anxious Jiang Xingzhi becomes.

"We are married and we are husband and wife. Madam, there is no need to be shy. I will help you."

He slowly took the towel she was holding tightly in her hand, and took out the clothes covering her body and placed it on a wooden stick beside her.

Then, he slowly pulled her soft body into his arms: "Awu, it's so uncomfortable to sit like this, I'll hold you."

His voice was hoarse and low, and his eyes looked at his young wife in his arms tenderly.

The towel slowly went down along her slender neck: "Awu..."

(End of this chapter)