Gu Fuqiao thought, anyway, Chen Bajin might not et Wang Yunqing in the future.
It would also avoid ruining the idol image of Wang Yunqing in Chen Bajin’s heart, an idol... perhaps not actually what you imagine, so sotis not knowing is better than knowing.
"So that’s how it is." Chen Bajin sighed and said, "If only I could get as many novels published, I could mingle with writers. Yun Zhonghe looks so gentle and refined, like the prince charming written in novels."
Chen Bajin was adopted into the Chen Family from a young age and lived in the countryside, so she hadn’t t or interacted with many n.
And her husband Chen Jian Country is a rough soldier, unlike the n she’s encountered before. Naturally, Chen Bajin was a bit dazzled by Wang Yunqing.
Listening to Chen Bajin, Gu Fuqiao felt her thinking was not quite right and reminded her, "Bajin, what are you thinking? There’s a saying, ’you know soone’s face, but not their heart.’ There’s even a phrase ’a beast in human disguise.’
"Haha, Ah Jiao, you seem to have an opinion on Mr. Yun Zhonghe," Chen Bajin sensed the dissatisfaction in Gu Fuqiao’s tone.
Gu Fuqiao didn’t shy away and nodded directly, saying, "I don’t quite like him. He feels like a smooth talker, and there’s sothing off about his morals. I still prefer my Zhen Guo."
Chen Bajin didn’t catch all of Gu Fuqiao’s words. Her entire attention was focused on Gu Fuqiao’s last sentence and said directly, "Of course, don’t even ntion thinking Yan Camp Commander is good! Yan Camp Commander is the famous elite soldier in the army, and he’s considered the most handso by everyone in our compound!"
Gu Fuqiao certainly agreed with Chen Bajin, after all, who is Zhen Guo! He is her male lead.
Though she isn’t writing a Mary Sue novel with a male lead that angers both gods and humans with his looks, Yan Zhen Guo is also handsoly rugged with good features!
Seeing Gu Fuqiao pursing her lips in a laugh, Chen Bajin continued to add that before Yan Zhen Guo married Gu Fuqiao, many military wives in the compound wanted to introduce their relatives to him, but they were all rejected.
Gu Fuqiao, of course, knew how sought-after Yan Zhen Guo was, yet hearing this still made her feel a bit sour inside. The original owner was also quite good-looking... why were there so few pursuits compared to Yan Zhen Guo?
Gu Fuqiao and Chen Bajin chatted and laughed all the way ho.
The two had delayed too much ti on the road. As soon as Gu Fuqiao opened the door, she slled the oily smoke from the kitchen, imdiately knowing that soone was cooking at ho.
Gu Fuqiao furrowed her brow, changed her shoes, and called towards the kitchen, "Old Yan, are you cooking?"
"Yes," ca Yan Zhen Guo’s response from the kitchen.
Upon hearing this, Gu Fuqiao quickly furrowed her brow, grabbed an apron from the nearby coat rack, tied it around her waist, and rushed into the kitchen.
Seeing Yan Zhen Guo just heating oil in the kitchen and not yet putting the food in, Gu Fuqiao breathed a sigh of relief but still felt a lingering unease.
"Alright, let do it. You go rest." Gu Fuqiao took the bowl from Yan Zhen Guo’s hand.
Gu Fuqiao looked down and saw the bowl contained egg whites, as if a whole egg had just been cracked into it, clearly not yet stirred.
And Yan Zhen Guo, like this, didn’t seem like he intended to mix it, clearly planning to toss the whole egg in for frying.
"Old Yan, are you trying to make an egg pancake?" Gu Fuqiao asked Yan Zhen Guo.
Yan Zhen Guo nodded calmly, then told Gu Fuqiao that since she hadn’t returned for a while, he intended to make himself an egg pancake first.
After all, Yan Zhen Guo isn’t from the south and prefers pancakes and buns more than Gu Fuqiao.
After hearing Yan Zhen Guo’s words, Gu Fuqiao couldn’t help but purse her lips and said, "If you’re going to fry an egg pancake, at least mix the egg whites evenly. Otherwise... when you fry it, do you want it three-quarters done or just cooked like those foreign novelties?"
"Is that so?" Yan Zhen Guo furrowed his brow slightly at this, then looked at Gu Fuqiao and asked, "Where did you learn about being three-quarters done?"
Gu Fuqiao chuckled at this and said, "Of course, I read it in books. Weren’t all those old Soviet novels written like that? Sir, how do you like yours done?" After finishing, she gave Yan Zhen Guo a smile.
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