Chapter 824 Mrs. Zhou, Please Prepare Breakfast for Me

"Then you go to take a shower."

Leng Zhiyuan had nothing to say, so she took her pajamas and walked to the shower room.

Seeing her entering the shower room, Zhou Yao immediately threw away the towel in his hand and jumped onto the big bed. Seeing that there were two quilts on the bed, he stuffed one of them directly under the bed and put an arm behind his head. He raised his eyebrows proudly. , where will she sleep at night?

Aren't you going to sleep in his arms obediently?

Soon the door to the shower room opened. Zhou Yao touched it casually and directly touched a book. He forgot where the book came from. He quickly opened a few pages and pretended to read it seriously.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw that slender figure stopping. "Ahem," he coughed, "Go to rest early."

Leng Zhiyuan didn't move.

He put down the book and looked sideways at her. She was wearing a long-sleeved black T-shirt and trousers underneath. She was rigid and conservative. He glanced at her with disgust and said, "Don't you know when to sleep?" where?"

He asked the servants to remove all the sofas and chairs in this room where people could sleep, and there was only one bed left. He wanted her to ask him in person.

Leng Zhiyuan glanced at him expressionlessly and didn't answer.

The two of them couldn't be so frozen. Zhou Yao frowned and then reached out and patted the big bed next to him, "It's still the same as the wedding night, sleeping together."

He spoke first.

Leng Zhiyuan glanced at his side, then turned around and walked to her suitcase. She squatted down and took out a thin blanket from the suitcase and spread it on the ground.

Zhou Yao's eyes changed and he spoke quickly, "You want to sleep on the floor? Miss Leng, don't blame me for not warning you. There are no extra quilts and no heating in the room. You will definitely catch a cold."

Leng Zhiyuan ignored him. She put the suitcase back and pretended to lie down.

At this time, Zhou Yao threw the book in his hand on the bed, pulled out his long legs and got down, stretched out his hand to clasp her slender wrist, and said with a livid face, "Leng Zhiyuan, do you really want to do this?"

"Two days go by very quickly. I don't want to cause any trouble. At the same time, I won't bother Major General Zhou too much. I'll just sleep on the floor." She shook off his big palm.

But unable to shake her off, Zhou Yao held her tightly, his handsome face covered with a layer of haze, and he nailed her fiercely, "Go to bed and sleep!"

"No…"

"Oh, does Mrs. Zhou mean to cause trouble?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm afraid you'll be cold, so I want to ask the servant to put on an extra quilt for you." He said threateningly.

"you!"

Leng Zhiyuan shook off his big hand and walked to the bed.

When she was sleeping on the bed, she thought he would sleep with her, but she didn't hear any movement for a long time. When she looked sideways, she saw that the man was already lying on the carpet she had laid with his upper body naked.

He turned on his side and slept with his back to her.

He has always had a bad temper, and he must be angry now.

The room was so quiet. Leng Zhiyuan turned over and opened his eyes to look at his back. His waist was really straight, and the muscles of his shoulder blades were stretched out. He was healthy and well-developed. Wasn't he cold when he slept like that?

Leng Zhiyuan's hand touched the book. It was a collection of foreign essays. It was very beautiful. She smiled. A man like him wouldn't read this type of book, so it must have been given by someone else.

And it's... a girl.

She turned the book to the end, and on the lower right corner of the last page, there was indeed a line of beautiful handwriting---Brother Zhou, have you read "Jade Xiao Girl"?

The third chapter of "The Jade Flute Girl" by Qiao Mengfu of the Yuan Dynasty: "At the end of the day, the general was not talented, so he begged the young lady to become the leader of the Qin and Jin Dynasties..."

The good relationship between Qin and Jin generally refers to the marriage between two families. The girl leaving this sentence in this book is nothing more than a subtle reminder to Zhou Yao that the man has a lifelong commitment to him.

Leng Zhiyuan closed the book, and her eyes stayed on Zhou Yao's back. Even if that girl was not his lover, she must have an irreplaceable status and weight in his heart.

…

The next morning, Zhou Yao got up early. He went for a run for an hour as usual. Instead of going back to his room, he went to the guest room, took a cold shower, changed his clothes and went downstairs.

"Master, are you ready for dinner?"

Zhou Yao glanced at the living room, "Where are the old man and my parents?"

"Back to the young master, the old man and his wife have gone out to buy sacrifices for the death anniversary. They will not come back until noon."

Are they all out?

Zhou Yao looked back and glanced upstairs. The woman hadn't gotten up yet. He raised his eyebrows and said to the servant, "Take away all the breakfast."

"Master, what do you want to eat?"

At this time, there were footsteps upstairs, and Leng Zhiyuan came downstairs.

Zhou Yao put his hands in his trouser pockets, turned around and looked at her with a pair of narrow eyes and a smile, "Isn't Mrs. Zhou down here? I'm tired of eating other people's cooking, so I'll trouble Mrs. Zhou to cook and prepare breakfast for me today."

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was not right, the servant immediately smoothed things over and said, "Master, how can you ask the young mistress to cook? Tell us what you want to eat..."

"Did I ask you to speak?" Zhou Yao glanced at the servant.

"Yes." The servant admitted his mistake and lowered his head.

"Whatever you want to eat, I'll cook." Leng Zhiyuan took two steps forward and said.

"Let's have some...poached eggs first." Zhou Yao sat on the dining chair and stretched out his hand to press his forehead comfortably.

"Okay, you wait." Leng Zhiyuan entered the kitchen.

Zhou Yao glanced sideways at her back. The more she confronted him and pinched her, the more he wanted to conquer her.

She was so docile in front of Ye Ziyi, so she should fulfill her wifely duties in front of him and make breakfast for him.

He felt bad, and he didn't want her to feel bad.

Ten minutes later, the servant brought out a plate of fried eggs. Zhou Yao saw that it was mushy. He frowned, "What is this? Make it again!"

In the next hour, the servants brought more than a dozen plates of fried eggs. Leng Zhiyuan was smart. As long as she was willing to learn and had the guidance of the cook, her fried eggs were getting better and better. However, Zhou Yao always asked her to make it again because it was burnt on one side and salty on the other.

Leng Zhiyuan didn't want to talk nonsense with him in her heart. As long as it wasn't too much of a request, she could tolerate it for the next two days.

The servants of the entire Zhou family didn't dare to say a word. They all knew that their young master was in a bad mood, and the one in the kitchen was also stubborn. If she was willing to show up and say something soft to the young master, wouldn't the fried egg incident be over?

Oh!

At this time, the door opened, and Grandpa Zhou and Zhou's father and mother came back early.

Grandpa Zhou saw Zhou Yao sitting on the dining chair like a master, with so many plates of fried eggs in front of him. Grandpa Zhou immediately asked, "What are you doing, you unfilial son?"

Zhou's father and mother also frowned, and Zhou's mother asked the servant, "Where is the young lady?"

The servant carefully glanced at Zhou Yao's eyes, and then whispered, "The young lady is... in the kitchen."