That night at a restaurant in town, Luo Fengtang asked Chef Zhou and the others to prepare some exquisite seasonal vegetables, because Yang Ruoqing had been taking medicine for the past two days and had to avoid fishy and greasy food.

But she was worried that the nutrition of the three of them would not be enough for vegetables alone, so Luo Fengtang racked his brains, and after staying in the restaurant's large kitchen for a long time, a plate of salt-baked shrimp balls and a plate of apricot-preserved duck meat were freshly baked.

After he personally brought it to Yang Ruoqing, the cook and the waiters in the big kitchen finally dared to take a deep breath.

Although Luo Fengtang had always restrained his aura and communicated with them about the dietary tastes of pregnant women in an approachable manner, the intimidating aura that had been ingrained in his bones for a long time could not be concealed.

"The general has an indescribable aura. Even though he praised me for my skill before, I didn't dare to look him in the eyes." One of the boys who had beaten Luo Fengtang said with lingering fear.

The people around him also nodded, "Big men are just different. No matter whether they speak or not, there is something about them that we can't see."

"Normally we ordinary people can't even pretend to do that. A big shot is a big shot."

"My hand holding the spatula was shaking earlier. I really don't know if my boss is afraid of him since he spends time with the general every day."

The boy who said this was new here, and as soon as he finished speaking, he received a slap on the forehead from his master.

The people next to me also laughed, "You guys are really silly when you ask this question. We are a couple sleeping under the same bed. How can you compare with us?"

"The general loves his boss and personally prepares food for him. This shows that our boss is not only not afraid of the general, but can also defeat him." ""

"Our boss is not an ordinary person. She also has an aura about her. She is very similar to a general. She smiles at you, but you just shy away from her."

"Okay, okay, the more you talk, the more you talk about it. Are you able to talk about the affairs of the general and his boss behind your back? Do you think you have too many heads? Work, work!"

Following Chef Zhou's scolding, everyone turned around and started working, not daring to discuss this anymore.

Even if I haven't had enough of talking in my heart, at least I don't dare to talk about it now. I have to wait until I can go back and talk secretly in two or three together.

As for Chef Zhou, after calming down these guys, he turned around and looked into the yard with a bit of a smile on his face.

This group of people didn't know, and they all thought that the boss had taken advantage of the general.

In fact, only people of the older generation like him know the inside story.

The general and his boss cannot be described as one who is superior to the other. That would be too superficial.

The two of them were childhood sweethearts, and they had a mutual affection that supported each other through life and death.

Chef Zhou will never forget many years ago, when his boss was still a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, and the general was still a young hunter.

The two of them came to the town restaurant to sell tofu together, and their clothes were fully patched.

At that time, the general was afraid that his boss would be bullied and always protected him.

Young girls and boys support each other. Along the way, they are husband and wife, teammates, and even relatives.

Therefore, whether the general cooks for his boss, rolls up his sleeves to peel shrimps, or does other things for her, it is not a big deal to Chef Zhou, because the two of them treat each other like this.

, Chef Zhou has seen it many, many times and is numb.

These guys in Zaofang are so rare and strange.

Luo Fengtang returned to the house with the food, and Yang Ruoqing, who had just taken a shower and felt refreshed, was standing by the window watering the roses on the windowsill.

"Qing'er, are you feeling better? Why are you pouring water on me if you don't rest?"

Luo Fengtang put the food and the tray on the table and walked towards her.

Taking advantage of the situation, he took the small pot from her hand and said, "I'll pour it. You go and eat. After eating, take a rest early."

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, "Don't water it any more, or you will drown it."

"ah?"

He then put the pot aside and held her shoulders as she walked towards the table.

"Come here and have a few bites of food. All you need to do the whole day is the bowl of honey water."

"But I'm not hungry at all."

"You have to eat even if you're not hungry, where are the two babies!" He raised two fingers and gestured.

Yang Ruoqing was happy, "Yes, I'll eat it."

Sitting at the table, her eyes lit up when she saw the food on the table.

"This salt-baked shrimp ball looks so cute," she said.

"It tastes even cuter." Luo Fengtang said, picking up one and bringing it directly to her mouth.

Yang Ruoqing was not polite to him, she opened her mouth and let him feed her a bite.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" he asked.

"Well, that's great!"

She gave him a thumbs up, her eyes filled with joy and pleasure after eating the delicious food.

The shrimp meat is very delicate and fresh, and the shrimp shell is removed, making it very convenient to eat.

When chewing, the taste is pure and not obscure, which shows that the person who cleans the shrimp is very meticulous and removes all the shrimp lines without leaving any dirt or impurities.

"Take more if you like it."

Luo Fengtang started his feeding mode and kept feeding her food, wishing he could bring a whole plate of shrimp balls to her mouth.

“Tangyazi, who made these shrimp balls?”

"The guy in the restaurant."

"Is that the same guy who handles shrimp shells?" Yang Ruoqing asked again, holding a shrimp ball in her mouth.

Luo Fengtang glanced at her, but before she could answer, Yang Ruoqing had already asked and answered her own question.

"I guess it's not that guy."

"Why do you say that? Who could it be if it wasn't the waiter? It can't be the seafood seller who sells shrimps who cleaned it up by himself, right?" Luo Fengtang deliberately teased her.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at him and smiled.

"According to what you say, then I am the wife of a seafood seller?"

Luo Fengtang was stunned for a moment, and then understood the meaning of her words.

"You figured it out after all," he said, "My Qing'er is really smart."

Yang Ruoqing came over and pinched his face affectionately: "It's not that I'm smart, it's because the shrimp meat was processed too carefully."

In this world, no amount of money can buy you attentiveness. Only those who truly care about you will be willing to treat you with attentiveness and care without any regrets.

"Besides, you stayed in the kitchen for so long before, so you must be doing it yourself."

“This is the best shrimp ball I have ever tasted, bar none!”

This evaluation...for Luo Fengtang, it has reached its peak.

It really can't go any higher. If it goes any higher, he will burst with pride.

However, Yang Ruoqing 'didn't know the danger' and actually put down her chopsticks and pinched his cheeks with both hands.

"Such a good husband, capable of both literary and military skills, and a master in both the living room and the kitchen. He is a typical treasure husband. I have found a treasure!"

Luo Fengtang couldn't hold it in any longer and stood up suddenly, hugged her into his arms, leaned over and kissed her lips...

The whole room was filled with one meal.
Chapter completed!