Reborn 1980, the rough husband is too hard to woo!

Zhan Chuyao nodded and sat down by the bed, "Yes."

"When?"

"I just got news that the old man is seriously ill, and there is news that this policy may also change."

Qiao Yuxian's face looked a little solemn, "Is the news reliable?"

Zhan Chuyao nodded, "Reliable."

Qiao Yuxian didn't say anything else. It would be a matter of time. She looked outside again and asked softly: "Are you going to take Ning Qing back?"

Zhan Chuyao did not answer Qiao Yuxian's question directly. He turned away and touched the corner of his shirt with his hand, "She is different from before."

Qiao Yuxian looked at her son and saw something she didn't understand. "Back then, your mother didn't object to marrying her. Now she respects your decision. As long as you think about it yourself, her heart will not be with you in the long run..." …”

He didn't finish his words, but Zhan Chuyao understood.

He knew in his heart that his mother was right, and the persistence he and Ning Qing had until now was just wishful thinking on his part.

Then thinking of what Ning Qing did today, he pondered for a moment, raised his voice slightly and said, "She is...different now, and we will get better in the future!"

Of course Qiao Yuxian could see that her son was lacking in confidence, but she didn't say anything.

"Cough cough cough..."

Seeing this, Zhan Chuyao quickly stood up, poured a glass of water and handed it to Qiao Yuxian's mouth. His voice was urgent, "Didn't you say it's much better?"

Qiao Yuxian drank a glass of water and calmed down a bit, then smiled and said: "It's an old problem."

She took the handkerchief handed over by Zhan Chuyao and wiped her mouth, "I took the medicine I needed to take, and I also saw the doctor I needed to see. A while ago, Zhou Qi even brought a Chinese medicine doctor to help me, but my mother doesn't like the pain. Medicinal soup."

"I know my own body well, and that's it, whether I can survive or not..."

"mom!"

Zhan Chuyao interrupted Qiao Yuxian's words sternly. Veins popped up in his clenched hands. He suppressed his anger and said in a calm tone: "I will find the prescription soon. Don't say anything like this again."

After a pause, he said in a deep voice: "Zhou Qi, I will prepare a generous gift to thank her in the future."

Qiao Yuxian glanced at him angrily, "You know what I mean, stop pretending to be stupid here!"

Zhan Chuyao sat down by the bed and tucked Qiao Yuxian into bed with his own hands, "I know. But I don't mean anything to Zhou Qi, so don't talk about me in front of her."

Qiao Yuxian sighed, "Okay."

She didn't know that her son was not interested in Zhou Qi, but in her opinion, Zhou Qi was gentle and considerate, and had common topics with her son, so she was a more suitable wife than Ning Qing.The daughter-in-law she liked back then was Zhou Qi, but her son insisted, so she didn't force her.

Qiao Yuxian no longer thought about this matter. She put on her clothes and got out of bed and said, "It's hard for you to come here. I'll cook you some food."

Zhan Chuyao quickly pressed her down and said, "No, Mom, I'll just go!"

Because he was afraid that Qiao Yuxian would say something else, Zhan Chuyao walked out and went to the kitchen before Qiao Yuxian got out of bed.

As soon as he walked into the yard, he smelled a strong aroma. He sniffed and the gluttons in his stomach were aroused.Zhan Chuyao frowned and walked to the kitchen, where Ning Qing was adding fire to the stove.

She turned around when she heard footsteps and saw Zhan Chuyao blocking the door.

"Are you hungry?"

Zhan Chuyao didn't say anything. Ning Qing felt that she had guessed correctly. She stood up and beat her waist. She opened the lid of the casserole on the side and stirred it twice with a spoon.

Now the aroma of black-bone chicken soup came straight to Zhan Chuyao and penetrated his nose.

"It's almost ready. When I take out the pot, we can cook and eat!"

Ning Qing said, then picked up the pot brush on the side and started scrubbing the pot on the stove hard.

The pot at her mother-in-law's house is actually not dirty, but Ning Qing developed the habit of brushing the pot every time before cooking in a herbal food shop in her previous life, so as to best maintain the flavor of herbal food.

But by doing this, the little water in the tank bottomed out.

Ning Qing finished washing the pot and turned around to say something to Zhan Chuyao when she saw the back of the man carrying a pole and going out. The long and lean back was particularly beautiful in Ning Qing's eyes.

More importantly, this is her man!

Ning Qing's heart felt as sweet as drinking honey. She completely forgot about her fatigue just now and heated up the oil and started cooking.