Chapter 1293: With a Wife Like This, What More Could a Husband Ask For

The matter of the space, she was not prepared to tell anyone, including Fu Yan Cheng, so everything had to be handled with caution—after all, the human heart could not bear testing, and she did not want to gamble on it.

The eggs still needed to sun for a while; she prepared the spices for the brine, then thought she'd make lunch first—she couldn't really wait for Fu Yan Cheng to come back and cook.

Thinking of how hard Fu Yan Cheng had been running missions outside these past few days, she wanted to make him something good to eat and build him back up.

Remembering the sauce Tao Saozi had sent over last night, and that there was still meat stored in the space, she happened to be craving fried sauce noodles.

The sauce had been fried in the space's kitchen, to avoid the smell drawing unwanted trouble.

After coming out of the space, she opened the main gate, casually carried the eggs sunning outside back to a corner of the kitchen, took a piece of steamer cloth and covered them, and only then began to simmer the brine for the salted eggs.

Tao Saozi had gone to the military supply point to buy things and saw there was tofu for sale today, so she wanted to let Liu Chuxue know—never expected that the moment she reached the gate, a wave of spice fragrance hit her; standing at the gate, she called out first: "Sister-in-law."

Liu Chuxue recognized Tao Saozi's voice and hurried out of the kitchen: "Sister-in-law, come in quick."

Tao Saozi walked into the yard, laughing as she spoke: "What are you tinkering with at home? It smells so good."

Liu Chuxue wiped her hands with the Mao Jin hanging in the yard: "When we went to Baifu Village that day, we traded for some eggs, and we still had some at home before that, so I thought I'd salt some salted eggs—gives us a change of flavor day to day. I'm simmering the brine right now."

"You know how to do this too?"

These days every household had it hard, and few people salted salted eggs, so Liu Chuxue made up a little lie: "When I was in high school, my classmate's dad was a cook at a state-run eatery in the city. She'd occasionally bring salted eggs to school, so I asked her how to make them—and now I just wanted to give it a try."

After saying that, she finally asked: "Sister-in-law, did you come over for something?"

Only then did Tao Saozi remember the real business; she opened the rice box in her hand holding the pork kidneys: "The supply point has tofu today, I came over to let you know."

Just as she finished speaking, she heard her own daughter's crying: "Oh, my Yurong's crying—gotta go first."

Before Liu Chuxue could even answer, Tao Saozi had turned and run out of the yard.

Liu Chuxue couldn't help but shake her head and laugh, raised a hand to touch her own belly, thinking that once the child was born, it would probably be just like this.

She turned back to the kitchen, ladled out the finished brine and set it aside to cool so it would be ready to use.

Checking the time, it was about right, so she quickly scoured the pot and boiled water—soon as Fu Yan Cheng got home, he could eat something ready-made.

She quickly kneaded the dough and set it aside to rest, then went to the yard, picked some small greens, washed them and set them aside.

Fu Yan Cheng came back after training; the moment he entered the yard, he called out: "Wife, I'm home."

He'd originally meant to ask what she wanted for lunch, but after catching the fragrance in the yard and seeing Liu Chuxue standing at the kitchen door: "Wife, didn't I leave you a note saying to wait for me to come back and cook lunch?"

Liu Chuxue said with a coquettish pout: "Can't help it, I'm just heartbroken for you."

Fu Yan Cheng was warmed to the heart by that one sentence; he stepped forward, came close, and took Liu Chuxue's hand: "Wife, you're so good to me—but you're pregnant now. When I'm not out on a mission, leave the housework for me to do."

Liu Chuxue knew what he was thinking: "Goodness goes both ways. Your training is hard too. I don't have any morning sickness right now, so naturally I want to make things easier for you."

Those words moved Fu Yan Cheng all the more: With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for? He really must have cultivated the blessing in a past life to be able to marry a Xue'er like this in this one—from now on, he would treat his wife twice as well.