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Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 641

Chapter 641: Chapter 637 Xie Jingzi’s Journey to Beijing 02

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There’s a saying in the Xie Family’s old house in Y county town: "Men eat quickly like generals at war, women eat slowly like they’re padding time."

This goes to show that in the southern regions, very few men eat leisurely.

If you eat too slowly, like a woman, you might even be laughed at.

Xie Jingzi, however, knew this was the difference between common folk and wealthy families.

Xie Jingzi quite enjoyed watching Uncle eat. With him around, dining was a pleasure: captivating male beauty, a feast for the eyes.

This fact, however, was something Xie Jingzi would never admit out loud.

As she set the table with bowls, chopsticks, and dishes, it so happened that Zhou Zhenghui had just finished taking a bath and came out. Xie Jingzi excitedly placed in front of him the radish and pork bone soup she had been stewing all afternoon and boasted:

"Uncle, come and try this stewed soup; I’ve simmered it for over two hours. This radish was sent from home, it’s so sweet." Radishes touched by frost are indeed the most authentic and sweetest.

Er, Xie Jingzi had previously pickled some crispy radish chunks, slightly sour and spicy, extremely crunchy and sweet. A large radish pickled a big plateful, and without realizing, she finished it in a day because it was so delicious.

Moreover, Xie Jingzi loved radish and pig tail soup the most. Her mother always said this soup is especially nourishing during the winter.

However, in past years when her family was not well-off, they couldn’t frequently afford this soup.

It was Third Sister-in-law who was their Xie Family’s biggest blessing. Ever since Third Sister-in-law married into the Xie Family, their lives had been getting better and better.

At the very least, they never lacked meat again.

As for those who said that Yan Jinsu’s marriage into the Xie Family caused the family to split, that Xie Jingyang lost a wife and so on, that was just the idea of people with ill intentions.

It’s really absurd to blame all these things on Yan Jinsu.

"Mhm." Zhou Zhenghui took the soup she handed and placed it on the table, pulling the little woman to sit down next to him. He saw her looking at him with anticipation.

Zhou Zhenghui silently smirked, the little woman still had a child’s temperament; not knowing that the first thing a man wants when he gets home is a simple kiss from the woman he loves most.

He glanced at Xie Jingzi’s face turning gradually red, and finally under her gaze, he picked up the bowl of soup whose temperature was just right and drank it down in a few gulps, it was indeed delicious.

"It’s excellent, Xiaozi’s culinary skills are getting better and better." His little woman truly has the potential to be a good wife and mother, whether it’s needlework or cooking, she is very impressive.

No matter how capable Xie Jingzi was in handling household chores, Zhou Zhenghui still couldn’t bear to see the little woman confined at home, from the moment she opened her eyes, always embroiled in domestic trivialities.

So, knowing that she wanted to go to university and become a teacher, to be a small literary writer in the future, he strongly supported her.

"Hehe, it’s not like it’s a surprise who made it! Alright, let’s eat~" Xie Jingzi lifted her head proudly, then tried to take his bowl to serve Uncle some more. But Zhou Zhenghui had already beaten her to it, and had filled the bowl with rice.

Nothing could be done; the hot rice that Xie Jingzi served on the table looked just enough for the two of them for a meal.

Zhou Zhenghui thought to himself that his hands were not crippled; the little woman had worked hard enough cooking, and serving rice - such a small task, he could still handle well.

"Alright, let’s eat~"

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