Chapter 268 Sweet Congee

. 。At this time, he didn't care about Yun Xiaoxue and let her once again fall into a tragic situation. She was grateful. 。"Madam" Fu Zimo saw that she didn't speak and asked again. 。Qin LuoYan wanted...If it were an ordinary woman, she would definitely have a hysterical breakdown and lose her mind at that moment. Who could have thought that there would be someone like Qin Luoyan who acts against common sense Seeing her husband entangled with another woman, she was able to keep her anger in check and find something unusual about the situation.

Remembering those unfortunate wives in the news, facing their cheating husbands' explanations after they came home. They claimed that because they were drunk, they didn't remember doing anything impulsive. Then, they boldly sought forgiveness. Compared to those irresponsible husbands, even though Fu Zimo was under the influence of poison, he still faced his mistakes and didn't proactively seek her forgiveness. Instead, he gave her time to choose.

After drinking, can you escape responsibility for your actions Of course not. Drunk driving is still a criminal offense. How can drinking alcohol erase all wrongdoing

Fu Zimu was willing to take responsibility for his actions. No matter what, the harm he caused her was real, so he had once thought that if Qin Luoyan really couldn't get over that hurdle, then he...was willing to let go.

"Well, no ifs and buts. You're destined for an extraordinary life. Falling in love with you was my own choice, and since I chose you, I will face everything with you." Qin Luoyan raised her hand to cover his mouth, gently placing a kiss on his chin.

Fu Zi Mo's heart was touched. Looking at her, his eyes were filled with tenderness. He caressed her back and said, "You've slept for a whole day, are you hungry"

Qin Luoyan wanted to say she wasn't hungry, but her rumbling stomach betrayed her. However, she still shook her head. "It's the middle of the night. Everyone in the kitchen must be asleep. It's so cold in winter, it's not easy to get out of bed. I won't bother them. In another hour or two, it will be dawn. I'll just wait a little longer."

"You've thought this through quite well," Fu Zimo sighed, but he didn't mean to torment her. Instead, he rubbed her forehead with his stubble and said lightly, "I really don't know if you're human or a ghost. Your thoughts are too strange for this society."

Upon hearing this, Qin Luoyan widened her eyes without a sound, her whole body stiffening involuntarily. She hadn't expected Fu Zimo to say such things. He... had he discovered something

Before she could continue to wonder, Fu Zi Mo added: “However, no matter if you are human or a ghost, for this lifetime you belong to this king. So, when the day comes that you want to tell this king the truth, don't hesitate. Even if you are the most vicious demon in the world, this king will accept you.”

"This...counts as a promise" Qin Luoyan didn't know at that moment, how bright her eyes were, like a glimmer of hope, more importantly, an endless surge of emotion.

Fu Zi Mo nodded. "Sort of, you just need to remember that."

“Hmm.” She responded sweetly, but inwardly, she was thrown into turmoil. As a lonely soul living in a foreign world, ever since she almost got labeled as a demoness and nearly killed by Qin Tiancheng for speaking the truth, she had secretly resolved to never reveal the truth again for the rest of her life.

However, some things are pressed down in the heart but still exist, just in a way of eternal loneliness. If there was truly someone who could both believe in her and understand her by her side, life wouldn't be so hopeless, would it

Right when she was still moved, she found the man beside her slowly pushed her up and got out of bed. Feeling empty beside her, she unconsciously asked, "Where are you going"

Fu Zi Mo turned his head slightly, a smile curving his lips, "I'll go make you some congee."

"Congee" Qin Luoyan blinked, watching him about to walk out the door. She suddenly came to her senses and exclaimed in surprise, "You're making congee"

Fu Zi Mo smiled meaningfully, without answering, and strode out after pulling open the door.

The door was shut again, blocking the icy wind from outside. Qin Luoyan lay in bed, her gaze fixed on the door panel for a long time. He said he went to cook porridge

She rubbed her eyes, then suddenly raised her hand and slapped her cheek, laughing: "Heh heh, it hurts to slap yourself, it's not a dream, it's not a dream!"

But, she waited in bed for a long time but Fu Zimu didn't come back. Her hunger was secondary to the worry in her heart. She couldn't bear it anymore, got up, wrapped herself in a heavy cloak and walked towards the kitchen.

As soon as she walked to the kitchen doorway, she smelled a burnt smell, with wisps of black smoke faintly coming out from the kitchen window. She was startled and immediately rushed in.

However, when she saw the scene inside the house, she couldn't help but twitch her lips. Fu Zimo in a black brocade robe stood before the earthen stove, holding a long-handled spoon used by chefs. His arms were strong and he waved the long-handled spoon in the iron pot with obvious disdain, his expression as if he was suffering from constipation and trying to endure it.

And that burnt smell came from the cast-iron wok. Underneath the brick stove, perhaps the fire hadn't fully caught, so there was a constant stream of black smoke coming out.

Seeing this scene, Qin Luoyan couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Funny" Fu Zimo frowned, his face clearly not looking good.

Qin Luoyan quickly retracted her smile, shaking her head like a rattle drum, "Not funny at all." As she spoke, she walked behind Fu Zimo and hugged him from behind, rubbing her cheek against his back, "I'm just happy. Even if I died, I wouldn't regret it to have the Iron-Blooded King who frightens everyone under heaven cook porridge for me."

Fu Zi Mo gave her a cold glance, frowned and turned back to her, "Do you feel accomplished that I'm making congee for you"

"Um..." Qin Luoyan playfully stuck out her tongue, rubbing her thumb and forefinger together. "Just a little, just a tiny bit."

Fu Zi Mo reached out and tapped her head, "Don't be complacent, Your Majesty is just practicing my cooking skills. If it were another woman, I would also cook for her."

"Really" Qin Luoyan laughed shamelessly. If it were another woman, he wouldn't do this. Your Highness, you're so tsundere, don't you know

While the two were flirting, a terrifying smell wafted from the pot of rice porridge.

Qin Luo yan sniffed her nose, hurriedly went around to Fu Zi mo's front, took the spoon from his hand and stirred it in the pot, then squatted down and cleaned up the burning firewood in the earthen stove.

Just as the first rays of dawn were breaking, the blacksmiths in the courtyard were already up. They were all men of robust build, accustomed to hard work, so they each held a bowl of hot water and were washing up in the courtyard. Suddenly, when they saw a handsome man from the kitchen carrying a bowl of porridge out, everyone was taken aback by this strange sight.

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