Sixty years old with the army, the heirless boss loves his fertile wife

Chapter 88 Tease

Zhan Zeye was being annoyed by the flying insects that appeared, when suddenly Tang Qiyue grabbed his belt around his waist.

"What are you doing? Even though it's night time, we're outside, but I can't take off my clothes and follow you. There are guys on duty in the dark, and I don't want to be seen by them!"

Zhan Zeye said this subconsciously.

Tang Qiyue didn't react at first, but she soon understood what it meant when she saw Zhan Zeye subconsciously protecting his belt with both hands.

The bad man actually imagined her to be a hooligan.

"Zhan Zeye, can you please put aside all the messy thoughts in your mind?"

Tang Qiyue gritted her teeth and patted his arm, pointing to a small bag on his belt: "I'm hanging a mosquito repellent incense bag for you. There are mosquito repellent herbs in it!"

Only then did Zhan Zeye notice that there was something hanging around his waist, which happened to be hanging on his belt.

I didn't notice it at all just now and thought Tang Qiyue was going to pull his belt.

He rubbed his nose awkwardly. Fortunately, Zhan Zeye was thick-skinned enough. He pinched the medicine bag and coughed lightly to cover up his awkwardness.

"I thought you couldn't control yourself towards me. Actually, if you couldn't control yourself, I would still obey you!"

Zhan Zeye said this and strode forward.

Tang Qiyue was at a loss whether to laugh or cry behind him. She was not angry, nor was she provoked to the point of being ashamed and angry enough to want to take action. She just felt helpless.

Zhan Zeye always held back at the last step, which made her doubt that what she felt every night was an illusion. She even suspected that the thing might be a trick, might be fake.

How destructive can a man who only knows how to talk nonsense be?

Tang Qiyue was thinking about whether she should do something big in the evening to see whether it was true or not.

Regardless of what plot Tang Qiyue had in mind, the two of them also came to Bai Xu's dormitory.

Bai Xu's high fever had completely subsided, and everyone else went back to the dormitory to rest without worry. Only Tang Xiuyuan stayed with Bai Xu after he woke up.

Although he was still very weak, when he saw Tang Qiyue appear, Bai Xu subconsciously wanted to get out of bed.

"Brother Xu, don't move around. The fever has just subsided. You can't toss your body around right now!"

Tang Qiyue handed the lunch box to Tang Xiuyuan and hurried to hold down Bai Xu, but before her hand touched Bai Xu, Zhan Zeye held her down first. He even pulled Tang Qiyue to his side and pushed Bai Xu back onto the bed.

"Don't try to be brave next time. The wind on this island is no joke. If you dare to go into the sea without any experience, you'll be lucky if you don't get eaten by sharks!"

Zhan Zeye’s words did not disappoint people. He still said depressing words.

Tang Qiyue was already used to it and was too lazy to stop him. She just continued to say to Bai Xu: "The night wind here is still very cold. You still have to drink some ginger sugar water after going to the sea."

Tang Qiyue thought that the conditions here were limited and it would be inconvenient to boil ginger sugar water, so she said: "I will send you some ginger sugar powder tomorrow. If you still want to go to the sea, you must drink a bowl of it with hot water. You won't catch a cold if you sweat!"

Bai Xu nodded, looking very obedient and cooperative.

Tang Xiuyuan had already filled a bowl of millet porridge and handed it to Bai Xu.

Bai Xu didn't want to drink it at first, but he smelled the aroma of millet porridge, which seemed a little familiar. When he took a sip, he was surprised and said, "Did you cook it according to what my father said?"

Tang Qiyue nodded: "I just happened to dry some abalone today. It's not ready yet. I thought you would like to drink some seafood porridge. But there is no white rice at home, so I can only use millet instead. You can make do with it!"

Zhan Zeye narrowed his eyes and felt very unhappy listening to what was happening nearby.

I knew clearly that this porridge was made for Bai Xu, but when I heard Tang Qiyue say with my own ears that it was made for Bai Xu, and that it was the same flavor that Bai Xu liked before, I felt even more uncomfortable.

I guess only Tang Xiuyuan was drinking without a care in the world. "Sister, millet porridge is delicious too. When did you cook so deliciously? I always thought you were like our mother and couldn't cook at all!"

Tang Qiyue didn't know how to answer Tang Xiuyuan's sudden question.

She learned cooking skills from various videos in the apocalypse, but she had never put it into practice due to limited ingredients. Fortunately, after actually cooking in this life, she did not become a kitchen killer.

But of course, these experiences cannot be explained openly, so I can only vaguely say: "You don't go to my house every day, and I don't cook every day, so of course you don't know!"

Tang Xiuyuan didn't think much about it. He didn't doubt Tang Qiyue at all.

Bai Xu would not doubt it even more, as he was not as good as Tang Xiuyuan.

Only Zhan Zeye remembered this incident.

He has always been curious about how a capitalist's eldest daughter could be so down-to-earth. Apart from looking like the eldest daughter, both her medical skills and her cooking skills filled Zhan Zeye with doubts.

After the two people finished eating, Tang Qiyue couldn't stay any longer, so she left another day's worth of medicine for Bai Xu and reminded them to use hot water to wash off the sweat and not to take a shower.

He left with an empty lunch box.

On the way back, they finally didn’t have to rush so much. Tang Qiyue kept looking up at the sky.

The moon is very bright, but there are still many stars.

Zhan Zeye walked beside Tang Qiyue with his hands behind his back, glancing sideways at her from time to time.

"What do you want to ask?"

Tang Qiyue keenly captured Zhan Zeye's emotions. She did not choose to turn a blind eye, but asked directly.

"That fever-reducing medicine of yours works too fast!"

Zhan Zeye's tone was very serious, not as casual as when he spoke to Tang Qiyue before.

Tang Qiyue's heart skipped a beat and her regular rhythm was disrupted. Fortunately, she was a person with a stable mood and she quickly adjusted herself.

"I can't explain it to you. The medicines I can produce are all good, and the effects are naturally amazing, but there is no way to mass-produce them!"

This was Tang Qiyue’s explanation, and Zhan Zeye nodded.

He subconsciously pulled the pill out of his shirt pocket and turned it over between his fingers.

medicine!
It seems that every time Zhan Zeye’s understanding of medicine is refreshed.

If high fever could be reduced so easily, there wouldn't be so many people dying from bouts of colds, but Tang Qiyue's medicine did just that.

If he hadn't suspected it, Zhan Zeye would have lived in vain. However, he didn't think of reporting Tang Qiyue's abnormality. Instead, he reminded her: "If anyone asks you about it in the future, just say that you bought it at a high price from a quack doctor!"

Tang Qiyue's face was filled with shock.

She had thought of all kinds of reactions from Zhan Zeye, but she had never thought that he would teach her to lie.

Zhan Zeye stuffed the pills back into his shirt pocket and pinched Tang Qiyue's cheek with his free hand.

"Why? Are you obsessed with your man?"

It's a familiar tone of voice.

Tang Qiyue suddenly put her hand around Zhan Zeye's neck and asked him a question, which made Zhan Zeye's face turn as black as the bottom of a pot.

(End of this chapter)