Chapter 224 He Can Actually Cook

t that way, I'll let you remember again. Do you remember my fifth birthday" Fu Zixuan's eyes became distant.Fu Xiaoyao nodded. "Remember."That day, Mom let you take me out to buy a cake. I twisted my..."I don't think it's that long," Fu Xiaoyao replied, crossing her arms.

Lu Hanchuan pursed his lips, "Isn't this long enough"

Fu Xiaoyao shook her head. "It's not long, and you said you love me. I also want to take this opportunity these few months to verify it properly. See if what you say is true. If I find out midway that you're lying, I can also withdraw in time, right"

She smiled.

Lu Hanchuan lifted her chin and leaned closer, "So you're trying to date me"

A trace of surprise flashed across Fu Xiaoyao's eyes.

Although she didn't understand how he came to that conclusion, she didn't feel like arguing.

She once craved a sweet romance and marriage, but after meeting him, that desire vanished.

But now that he said it, she thought maybe she could seize the opportunity.

Thinking about this, Fu Xiaoyao took a deep breath and gathered her courage to speak, "Then would you be willing"

"You can try." Lu Hanchuan loosened his grip on her chin.

Post-marital love, it sounds interesting.

Fu Xiaoyao smiled, but inside she was a little nervous, a little unable to believe it. "You agreed"

Her eyes were filled with surprise.

Lu Hanchuan nodded, "I agreed."

Although he hasn't gained her forgiveness yet, he has seized the opportunity.

And now that she is considering his feelings, it's also a kind of forgiveness.

Just wait a few months, after he sends Qi Dongming to prison, they will be completely reconciled.

Thinking, Lu Hanchuan took the initiative to ask Fu Xiaoyao, "Then I'll go up and have a cup of tea first"

Fu Xiaoyao lowered her face and softly replied, "Okay."

Lu Hanchuan's lips curled up, "Let's go."

He took her hand and led her toward the apartment building.

All the way, Fu Xiaoyao was still a little dazed.

It seems unbelievable that everything that happened today.

I can't believe Lü Hanchuan agreed to seek revenge, I can't believe I'm already prepared to forgive him, and I can't believe that we are even considering falling in love again.

A marriage that started as a romance, it sounds a bit odd, but it doesn't stop her from looking forward to what comes next.

"What are you thinking about" As they entered the elevator, Lu Hanchuan turned his head to look at the woman beside him with a sly smile on her face and couldn't help but ask.

Fu Xiaoyao coughed lightly and came back to her senses, "It's nothing, I was just thinking if I was dreaming."

"Dreaming" Lu Hanchuan looked at her with a slant, then pinched her face lightly. "Do you feel it"

"Of course there is." Fu Xiaoyao looked at him with an expression that said you were strange.

"That'll do then." Lu Hanchuan put down his hand. "If you feel it, that means you weren't dreaming."

“I know, because I know, that’s why I feel unreal. I was still dreaming before that you could avenge the child and love me well again, but I didn't expect that both wishes would come true today. I really...” She suddenly covered her face, her voice choked with sobs.

Lu Hanchuan reached out and took her hand away from his face, "Why are you crying"

"I didn't cry," Fu Xiaoyao said, her eyes red.

She was just too happy.

She's just like that, she cries when she's sad and she cries when she's happy.

So sometimes, even though she didn't want to cry, tears would uncontrollably flow from her eyes, making people think she was crying, even if she explained herself. No one believed her, just like now.

"He said he didn't cry, but his eyes were red." Lu Hanchuan pinched Fu Xiaoyao's face with one hand.

"That's gone into the sand," Fu Xiaoyao began.

But the next second, Lu Hanchuan forcefully turned her face back. "Where did the sand come from in the elevator"

"Believe it or not," Fu Xiaoyao slapped his hand away.

The slap landed squarely on his back, the sound crisp and clear. Two red marks now appeared on his fair skin.

Lu Hanchuan lowered his eyes, unexpectedly looking at the red mark on the back of his hand. After a long while, he uttered, "Fu Xiaoyao, I find that your courage is getting bigger and bigger."

Before, she would speak to him timidly and cautiously, blushing every time. It was as if he were a man-eating tiger.

But now, she not only dares to speak to him loudly, but also questions him, mocks him, and even dares to hit him.

Fu Xiaoyao was originally looking at the red mark on Lu Hanzhan's back, feeling a little guilty about using too much force. But hearing his words, her eyes dimmed and she lowered her head, "I think anyone who has experienced the pain of losing a child will have their personality and courage change. If they don't change, they will only be bullied to death."

It was because she had been too cowardly, too weak, and too useless in the past that she ended up in this situation.

So afterwards, she figured it out. She wanted to become strong, strong enough to protect everything she wanted to protect.

"Your change is right." Lu Hanchuan looked at Fu Xiaoyao.

"Eh" Fu Xiaoyao was stunned.

Lu Hanchuan retracted his gaze and shifted his attention to the buttons for the elevator floor. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a "ding" sound as the elevator reached its destination.

Helplessly, he could only change the subject. "Forget it, let's not talk about these things anymore. They aren't that important anyway. Come on, you must be hungry, right"

Fu Xiaoyao touched her belly and said, "A little bit."

"What do you want to eat" Lu Hanchuan asked as he walked.

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"Is there anything in the fridge" Lu Hanchuan asked again.

Fu Xiaoyao took out her magnetic card to open the door. "Yes, after you left yesterday, I had some sent over."

"Let me see what I can do," Lu Hannan said, and walked towards the kitchen.

Fu Xiaoyao was a little stunned. After a few seconds, she reacted and opened her mouth in disbelief, quickly chasing after the kitchen, "Wait, what did you just say You...cook"

"Do you have any questions" Lu Hanchuan took off his jacket and handed it to her. "Hold this for me."

"Of course there are questions, can you cook" Fu Xiaoyao stammered as she took the coat and draped it over her arm. She could even still feel the warmth radiating from his coat, a warm, reassuring feeling.

She thought, if the circumstances were right, she'd be tempted to bury her head in it and take a sniff.

His scent was, as always, pleasant. There was a hint of men's cologne mixed with a subtle peppermint fragrance, creating a truly refreshing aroma.

"Don't you know me well You don't even know I can cook" Lu Hanchuan rolled up his sleeves, a faint smile in his voice.

Fu Xiaoyao stood at the doorway, watching him rummage through the refrigerator. "I knew you before, but I truly didn't expect you to cook. I never even considered this possibility. After all, your status… I can't imagine you cooking."

His hands were so long and beautiful, clearly just hands for signing documents, how could he possibly use them to hold a cleaver It was so out of place.

“I once studied at a prestigious school abroad,” Lu Hanchuan said calmly as he picked out vegetables. “The students there came from aristocratic families all over the world, and the school's philosophy was to cultivate well-rounded individuals. Cooking was a mandatory course, but after returning home to inherit the Lu Group, cooking naturally became irrelevant.”

"Oh, I see." Fu Xiaoyao blinked in understanding.

She had always known this man was multi-talented, but she didn't expect him to be more capable than she imagined.

At least she hadn't thought before that he would cook, and didn't know what his cooking would taste like!

But looking at how skillfully he chops vegetables, even more so than her, I think the taste won't be bad at all.

Thinking about this, Fu Xiaoyao began to look forward to the meal that followed. But as she anticipated it, a pang of bitterness arose in her heart, and she unconsciously tightened the coat on her arm. "Do you cook, Miss Qi Ya"til the young master recovers his memory and ask Madam Young himself. I think at that time, Madam Young should not refuse to tell you. As for you asking so many questions, I also want to know, how did...