Feng Qing's eyes predicted that Fang Zheng's height was about 1.8 meters tall, and she has grown a lot taller this year, and now she has only reached Fang Zheng's neck.

Although he was also known as a long and beautiful figure in the past, Feng Qing looked at him and still lost weight.

Feng Qing felt distressed even when he looked at it.

"Does my wife still like this kind of skin for her husband?" Fang Zheng asked with the opportunity.

Feng Qing took a step back, stretched out his index finger with his right hand, raised Fang Zheng's chin, and looked carefully.

Feng Qing likes every part of his black hair, delicate skin, high nose bridge, narrow phoenix eyes and thin lips.

"Mr., I find that every part of your face is based on my preferences. I can't see enough no matter how you look at it." Feng Qing didn't know if it was because of his lover's eyes. No matter how she looked at it, her husband was impeccable.

Even if he was praising his skin, Fang Zheng couldn't help it and the corners of his mouth quietly curled up.

Although it was not revealed in front of you, Fang Zheng had already made up his mind to control the amount of food he had eaten in the future.

When he said that, Fang Zheng ate half a bowl of supper than before.

Feng Qing was so scared that he thought his condition had gone on again.

Fang Zheng opened his eyes and swallowed quietly. Then he turned his head and smiled, "Madam, I ate too much for my husband at noon, and I just ate meatballs again. If I can't finish this dish, I will keep it for my husband tomorrow morning."

Anyway, he would be reluctant to leave it alone. The food was made by the lady himself.

"Eat wontons tomorrow morning." Feng Qing said.

"Then I will take this meal to the county school tomorrow morning and eat it at noon." Fang Zheng's mind was moving quickly.

Feng Qing almost choked by a mouthful of food.

Cough cough, cough cough.

How could she ask her husband to take the leftovers to the county school?

"Madam, be careful." Fang Zheng actually patted Feng Qing's back innocently, brought her a glass of water, and said, "Don't worry, this food is enough for the lady."

After patting Fang Zheng's hand, Feng Qing said angrily, "If my husband wants to eat what I cook, I will get up early tomorrow morning and prepare it for you. You can take it to heat it up at noon before eating."

"My wife misunderstood. The county school does not allow food to be brought in." Fang Zheng looked at the meal again. The minced meat tofu is slightly red in color. It smells fragrant and tastes delicious. He can drink another bowl of vegetable and meat soup next to him, and there are sweet and sour lotus root slices on the side. It is just right for sweet and sour, but it is still crispy. He moved the stool to Feng Qing, clenched his fists and relaxed, and said, "Actually, I can eat more for my husband."

"My husband, don't force me." Feng Qing was afraid that Fang Zheng would eat hard in order to avoid leftovers. She looked at Fang Zheng suspiciously.

Is this considered the lady shooting herself in the foot?

The three words "Don't force it." are a bit difficult.

Feng Qing finally felt relieved. She served Fang Zheng half a bowl and said, "You can't eat too much at night. My husband can just have half a bowl. If you like it, I'll make it tomorrow."

"good."

Fang Zheng did not break his promise, but Feng Qing looked at the empty plate in front of him and glanced at Fang Zheng's stomach indescribable words, "Do you support me, husband?"

No matter how thick-skinned he was, Fang Zheng felt hot on his face at this moment. He shook his head and nodded, "Some."

Feng Qing reached out and patted his husband's protruding belly, "Sit down for a while before leaving."

After eating so much, she didn't dare to rub Fang Zheng anymore.

Fang Zheng grabbed Feng Qing's hand helplessly, and linked her fingers, sighing, "My wife has a very good craftsmanship."

"My husband, I dare not do too much in the future." My husband admired her skills. Although she was happy, if she had eaten like this every meal, Feng Qing was really afraid that her husband would be able to make it badly.

Before, she just thought that her husband had good health and naturally had a good appetite. Today she realized that her husband had been overeating all the time.

This is really-

Feng Qing was so angry that he patted his stomach again, "I will cook less every plate in the future. My husband, don't eat as much as you want. I will cook for you for the rest of my life. You don't need to force yourself like this."

"I know for my husband." Fang Zheng also liked Feng Qing so much.

That night, the two of them walked around the yard for seventy or eighty times. Feng Qing walked with his legs and feet sore and sweat.

In the end, she almost always leaned on Fang Zheng and asked him to help him walk.

They were tired of leaving, and they almost fell asleep.

In his sleep, Feng Qing habitually clutched his husband, while Fang Zheng, who was not awake, also habitually covered the person in his arms.

The next day, Fang Zheng finally got to eat wontons made by his wife.

With the embarrassing experience last night, Fang Zheng ate a bowl in the morning with a reserved attitude.

I took the last medicine and then went out.

Before leaving, Fang Zheng told Feng Qing not to go out today.

Feng Qing responded.

The food at home is enough for today's food, and Feng Qingben didn't plan to go out.

Fang Zheng went out early today, so he did not go directly to the county school, but instead knocked on the door of the next courtyard.

Aunt Xie opened the door.

Aunt Xie felt that she was not ashamed to see Fang Zheng. Although she felt sorry for her son, her son did not do this in a authentic way. She felt that Fang Zheng must have seen it.

Aunt Xie raised an unnatural smile, "Mr. Fang, I went out early today, but what's wrong?"

"I heard from my wife about Mr. Xie. I wanted to mention it to my aunt when I had time today." Fang Zheng spoke.

The smile on Aunt Xie's face faded instantly. She felt that Fang Zheng's words mean something. Aunt Xie rubbed her hands, "Young Master Fang, you may be--"

Before the misunderstanding was expressed, Fang Zheng said, "I don't know anything. I studied in a school in Baita Town a few years ago. The teacher in the school was very knowledgeable. At that time, I had twenty-three classmates and I was taught by my husband. Now eight students are studying in the county."

"This, so much?" Aunt Xie didn't expect that Fang Zheng was talking about this. When she reacted, she asked in surprise.

Unlike Kyoto and Jingzhou, Baita Town is just an unknown small town. Eight of the more than 20 students passed the scholars, which is already a great deal.

"If Mr. Xie is interested, I can write a letter of recommendation to Mr. Xie. I believe the teacher will be happy to have a hard-working and studious student like Mr. Xie."

Although Aunt Xie’s brother is also a teacher, he has only brought two scholars out for so many years. I have to say that Fang Zheng’s proposal made Aunt Xie very moved.

While I was moved, I felt even more self-blame.

Her son was not pure about Mrs. Fang, but Mr. Fang didn't care about it and tried his best to help them with Xie family.

In Aunt Xie’s opinion, Fang Zheng helped Xie Junming to help the entire Xie family.

Aunt Xie was so moved that she almost burst into tears. She nodded repeatedly and kept thanking, "That's a good relationship, that's a good relationship, Mr. Fang, I'll trouble you. Auntie really doesn't know what to say."

Thanks and guilt, Aunt Xie decided that even if she beats and scolds her in the future, she would not let her son disturb Mrs. Fang again.

"All neighbors, my aunt doesn't need to be polite."

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Chapter completed!