บท 1939: Fear Of Losing

Lu Xingzhi had never taken those compliments to heart. He patted Jiang Yao's head, walked to the door, and brought Jiang Yao's slippers to her feet. He patted her head again and said, "Put on your shoes when you get down."

Then, he turned around and went to the kitchen to cook.

When Lu Xingzhi had finished cooking, she realized that he had cooked many dishes. He had cooked four dishes for the two of them; he even cooked some new cuisines for her. He must have learned to cook for her.

The army base was too far from their home. Mrs. Lu had to work, and Mrs. Jiang had to care for her daughter-in-law. So, the burden of taking care of Jiang Yao while she was pregnant fell on Lu Xingzhi's shoulders.

He had done much better than Jiang Yao had expected.

Jiang Yao had fantasized about Lu Xingzhi being a father, but it was not what she had imagined. He was more meticulous than she had imagined.