Chapter: 593
Seeing Fu Xiaoyao's dumbfounded expression, Lu Hanchuan had a faint smile in his eyes, "Now that you've realized it? Do you still want to live apart from me?"
Fu Xiaoyao moved her small mouth, unable to speak.
Seeing this, Lu Hanchuan felt a little proud, and under her gaze, he unscrewed the door of her room and swaggered in.
When she came to her senses and was about to follow in, what responded to her was a crisp sound of closing the door.
Fu Xiaoyao stood at the door of the room, looking at the closed door in a daze, and suddenly felt angry.
This man, even if he forced his way into her room, he actually closed the door to prevent her from entering!
It's too much!
"Ma'am." Aunt Song's voice sounded outside.
Fu Xiaoyao could only temporarily suppress her dissatisfaction with Lu Hanchuan, turned around and left the main room, "Aunt Song, what's wrong?"
"Where is this rice? I haven't found it after searching for a long time." Aunt Song asked.
Fu Xiaoyao patted her forehead, "It's in the closet, I forgot to tell you."
With that said, she opened the cabinet and took out the rice.
Aunt Song saw it and smiled, "So it's here, it's easy for me to find it."
"Aunt Song, do you have access to this kitchen?" Fu Xiaoyao looked around the kitchen and asked with some concern.
Although Aunt Song is a servant of the Lu family, she is also a real city resident.
It is not necessarily possible to use an earthen stove that burns wood like the country.
"It should be used." Aunt Song replied with some uncertainty: "It's this fire, I'm not very good at lighting, I just lit it for a long time and didn't light it."
The corners of Fu Xiaoyao's mouth twitched when she heard this, "It seems that she is not very good at using it, so Aunt Song will help you light the fire."
Aunt Song touched her nose in embarrassment, "Then I will trouble you, Madam."
"No trouble, it should be." Fu Xiaoyao said, and sat down on the fire.
With Fu Xiaoyao's help, Aunt Song's cooking process went much smoother, and she gradually got used to the earthen stove.
While stirring the porridge in the pot, she asked, "By the way, madam, where is sir?"
"He's in the room." Fu Xiaoyao replied.
Aunt Song was silent for a few seconds, then asked again, "Madam, are you really not planning to go back with your husband?"
Fu Xiaoyao paused for a moment when lighting the fire, and soon returned to her natural state, "Well, I've already made up my mind." JrNovels.com
Fu Xiaoyao moved her small mouth, unable to speak.
Seeing this, Lu Hanchuan felt a little proud, and under her gaze, he unscrewed the door of her room and swaggered in.
When she came to her senses and was about to follow in, what responded to her was a crisp sound of closing the door.
Fu Xiaoyao stood at the door of the room, looking at the closed door in a daze, and suddenly felt angry.
This man, even if he forced his way into her room, he actually closed the door to prevent her from entering!
It's too much!
"Ma'am." Aunt Song's voice sounded outside.
Fu Xiaoyao could only temporarily suppress her dissatisfaction with Lu Hanchuan, turned around and left the main room, "Aunt Song, what's wrong?"
"Where is this rice? I haven't found it after searching for a long time." Aunt Song asked.
Fu Xiaoyao patted her forehead, "It's in the closet, I forgot to tell you."
With that said, she opened the cabinet and took out the rice.
Aunt Song saw it and smiled, "So it's here, it's easy for me to find it."
"Aunt Song, do you have access to this kitchen?" Fu Xiaoyao looked around the kitchen and asked with some concern.
Although Aunt Song is a servant of the Lu family, she is also a real city resident.
It is not necessarily possible to use an earthen stove that burns wood like the country.
"It should be used." Aunt Song replied with some uncertainty: "It's this fire, I'm not very good at lighting, I just lit it for a long time and didn't light it."
The corners of Fu Xiaoyao's mouth twitched when she heard this, "It seems that she is not very good at using it, so Aunt Song will help you light the fire."
Aunt Song touched her nose in embarrassment, "Then I will trouble you, Madam."
"No trouble, it should be." Fu Xiaoyao said, and sat down on the fire.
With Fu Xiaoyao's help, Aunt Song's cooking process went much smoother, and she gradually got used to the earthen stove.
While stirring the porridge in the pot, she asked, "By the way, madam, where is sir?"
"He's in the room." Fu Xiaoyao replied.
Aunt Song was silent for a few seconds, then asked again, "Madam, are you really not planning to go back with your husband?"
Fu Xiaoyao paused for a moment when lighting the fire, and soon returned to her natural state, "Well, I've already made up my mind." JrNovels.com
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