After stepping into the house,
Yu Ya has been in the bathroom for nearly half an hour.
The water supply to the apartment was stopped yesterday, but fortunately the electricity and natural gas are still normal.
Perhaps due to the doomsday effect, residents in the building competed to turn on the faucets to the maximum, causing the rooftop reservoir to be depleted in just two days.
so,
She could only wipe the uncomfortable area with a wet towel and stand alone in front of the mirror in a daze.
""Honey, where did this instant noodles come from? "
Her husband Zhang Hui pushed open the door unexpectedly, causing Yu Ya to panic instantly.
"How could you come in without knocking? I haven't changed my clothes yet!"
Yu Ya's heart beat faster. She was nervously afraid that Zhang Hui would notice something, so she deliberately showed a dissatisfied look and said coquettishly.
Zhang Hui smiled helplessly, not paying attention to Yu Ya's little mood. He took a sip of the instant noodles in the steaming basin and said with a look of enjoyment:
"The cooked instant noodles are so fragrant and much more delicious than eating them dry."
The sudden words instantly sparked a trace of anger in Yu Ya's heart. She glanced at the instant noodles in her husband's hand, and her mind couldn't help but return to the three packs of instant noodles and a bottle of mineral water that Zhou Ming gave her. She frowned slightly: "Where did the water you used to make the noodles come from?"
Zhang Hui's action of sucking the noodles didn't pause for a moment, and he said calmly without changing his expression:
"Didn't you bring back a bottle of water? I'm thinking that if you eat this dry noodle, it won't taste good. It's better to boil it and drink it as instant noodles. In this way, you will not only eat fragrant noodles, but also drink some refreshing soup."
"You think so, wife?"
As he spoke, he really raised the basin in his hand and drank the soup in it with narrowed eyes.
"I'm your big-headed ghost."
Yu Ya's heart tightened, but she still held on to a trace of luck, thinking that although her husband was a little careless, he wouldn't use all the life-saving mineral water for cooking noodles. She hurriedly put on a bath towel and had no time to fix her makeup. She passed Zhang Hui, who was still eating noodles, and ran to the hall to take a look. She was immediately heartbroken.
The red instant noodle bag was torn open and scattered on the ground. There was still half a bottle of mineral water left, but now it was lying alone on the table, next to its lid...
One pack, two packs, three packs...
Although Yu Ya had clearly seen the three bags lying on the ground, she still counted them again without giving up.
Until the third count,
It was as if she had been struck by lightning, and she collapsed on the ground weakly.
Yu Ya didn't expect,
My husband not only used up all the water,
I also ate all three packages of instant noodles.
"Woooo..."
Yu Ya could no longer bear the grievance in her heart, her delicate body trembled, and she cried.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? Why did you suddenly start crying again?"
Zhang Hui heard his wife's cry and ran over with a basin, looking impatient.
"You're still asking me what's wrong. You've finished eating the noodles. What should I eat? I've been hungry all day."
When Yu Ya thought about the food she had spent so much effort to obtain, but was wiped out by her husband in the blink of an eye, she couldn't help but feel aggrieved and sobbed.
"Hey, I thought it was such a big deal? Isn't it just three packs of instant noodles and a bottle of water? I haven't eaten them all. Look, I left a lot for you."
Zhang Hui knelt down, put the basin in his hand in front of his wife, and coaxed.
Yu Ya stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears, and looked at the basin in her husband's hand with her beautiful eyes.
Since there was so little soup in the basin, a few broken noodles could still be seen sinking to the bottom of the basin.
"You just left a few for me?"
Seeing this funny scene, Yu Ya seemed to have lost the mood to cry. She only felt cold all over, and there was only one ridiculous thought left in her mind.
"Why did I follow him in the first place?"
Seeing his wife lost in thought, Zhang Hui smiled awkwardly and said shamelessly:
"This noodles is so fragrant that I couldn't help but take a few more bites. Please forgive me."
Seeing that his wife had no reaction,
He raised his brows and thought about his failed trick again. He reached out and picked up a few shredded noodles, handed them to her lips, and said coaxingly:
"My dear, come and have a bite of the delicious noodles. I've left some soup for you. I won't be full by then. Tomorrow I'll go downstairs to borrow some food from Brother Jian. He was so messy that he grabbed a lot of food and came back. Jia, I am a good buddy and I will definitely not refuse."
Unexpectedly, Yu Ya, who had tried so hard in the past and could just coax him away, ignored him this time. She waved Zhang Hui's hand away and said quietly:
"Tomorrow? Can I wait until tomorrow? I'm afraid I will starve to death today."
Zhang Hui was not angry after being rejected. Instead, he cheekily whispered in his wife's ear:
"How about I make it up to you a little extra."
"You still think about that?"
Yu Ya's face was full of sarcasm.
"Then what else do you want? You won't eat even if I ask you to, and you won't want any compensation. It's impossible for me to rush down and grab food from those desperadoes now."
Zhang Hui looked helpless,
When talking about the four words desperado,
There was a flash of fear in his eyes.
Seeing her husband being so incompetent, Yu Ya seemed to be used to it, and sighed:
"Forget it, look at your useless energy. Competing with you will only increase your troubles. It's better to take two bites to fill your stomach. Even if you are not full, you can make do with it until tomorrow."
Seeing his wife's face softening slightly,
Zhang Hui breathed a sigh of relief, brought the basin in front of her, and said mysteriously:
"By the way, who lent you this food today?"
Yu Ya took the basin from her husband's hand and her heart trembled violently, but she said calmly without changing her expression:
"A gift from a good friend."
"Then you are a pretty good friend."
Zhang Hui was greatly surprised, because after the apocalypse broke out, people were fighting for a piece of biscuit, but there were still people willing to give away food for free? The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and his wife's disappointed expression when she came back came to mind, so he continued to ask:
"Didn't you say yesterday that you sent messages to a dozen friends, but they didn't reply to you? Why did you get a good friend again? Do I know that person?"
"What, do you want to get to know him?"
A trace of imperceptible panic flashed in Yu Ya's eyes.
On the way home,
She had already thought about how to deal with her husband.
She raised the basin, cleverly blocking her husband's sight, drank the last sip of soup, then placed the basin on the ground and said calmly.
Zhang Hui was overjoyed and nodded expectantly.
"She has a husband, how do you want to get to know her?"
Feeling his wife's cold gaze, Zhang Hui quickly denied it.
However,
After thinking for a short time,
He seemed to remember something again,
He whispered:
"Honey, that friend of yours is such a good friend, can you borrow some food from him tomorrow?"
Yu Ya did not answer her husband's question, but stared at the plastic bag on the dining table. Her pretty face seemed to be slightly red, and her eyes showed a thoughtful look.
