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This point was something that he had experienced not long after he had come to know Su Wanzheng.

She remembered that before she knew Su Zhizheng, she had always thought that a woman's mother and nature would at least want them to cook a little. However, Su You's zither was definitely an anomaly.

What was even more surprising was that Su Zhizheng had already started cooking.

The price for her cooking was her swollen fingers.

Ou Ziyang looked at the back of Su Wangzheng's hand and couldn't bear it anymore. Su Wangzheng took the initiative to cook and repent because of their public relations, right? It seemed that this matter still affected their family.

”Yes, that's how it turned out.” Su Wangzheng stretched out her hand as she spoke. It seemed that a wound wasn't a bad thing. At least she could gain some sympathy.

Ou Ziyang stared at Su Wangzheng's hands for a while, then said sorrowfully, ”Hey, don't be like this. I'm so sorry.”

”Heartache?” Su Wangzheng's eyes widened in disbelief. How could he say such words? It didn't seem like the style of Ou Ziyang. Could it be that this Ou Ziyang was a fake? Or did he do something to make himself look so abnormal?

When Ou Ziyang saw Su Wangzheng's puzzled expression, his smile became even more crafty. He purposely revealed an aggrieved expression as he looked at Su Wangzheng and said word by word, ”That's right, I feel sorry for the rice that you poured out.”

”Pfft.” Ou Ziyang's words could not help but amuse Su Wangzheng. She knew that Ou Ziyang would not care so much about her, but he was worried about the food problem. Su Wangzheng sighed and asked, ”How did you know that it was destroyed?”

”Because of common sense.” Ou Ziyang indifferently replied.

”Did common sense say that?” Su Wangzheng asked curiously.

”I'll trouble you not to waste such a heavenly resource in the future.” Ou Ziyang couldn't help but shake his head and earnestly tried to persuade his.

”Zhao Musheng said the same thing last night.” Su Wangzheng pursed her lips and sighed, looking at Ou Ziyang without saying anything else.

At this time, Ou Ziyang fell silent and didn't speak again.

Su Wangzheng, do you know that what we are distressed about are not the ingredients used to cook, but your hands.

It seems your husband does love you.

So, what more do I have to say? You are happy enough.

Afterwards, they chatted for another half an hour or so before Little Wang drove to the exhibition center. There, there was a public service event that Su Wangzheng participated in. One of the reasons was to advertise the new album as a foundation for her future work. Second, she was moved by her fans' enthusiastic support for her relationship with Ou Ziyang, so she decided to meet them.

Since Su Zhizheng had arrived at the entertainment venue rather early, the moment she arrived, she was immediately dragged away by the staff to prepare. Su Wangzheng's zither was the first show other than the opening dance. It played a leading role in the entire show.

”Alright, next, please welcome all the mysterious guests that have come today. She is... ”Su Wangzheng.”

Wow, after hearing the host's announcement, the crowd immediately burst into an uproar.

Then, from behind the stage, Su Wangzheng slowly walked out. She was wearing a long blue skirt and holding a microphone in her hand.

The blue dress was actually quite eye-catching, but Su Wangzheng was tall and slender with fair skin. When wearing this blue dress, she looked just like a blue fairy.

”Zither and guzheng!” ”Zither, guzheng!”

”Zither, guzheng, you have to be happy.”

”Zheng, guzheng, we're waiting for the wedding wine.”

When the fans saw Su Wangzheng's zither, they immediately cheered out loud. They really did not expect Su Wangzheng, who had just announced his crush on her yesterday, to appear in front of the public again today.

”A night of snowflakes filled the sky. I walked slowly, as though I was walking on thin ice, holding onto my hands. Leg, let his heart struggle. ”Bai Yang grows straight up, day by day, I wonder if there are still any footprints on the road, deep and shallow, and if the future is under my feet?”

Snowflakes that were specially made on the stage floated down accompanied by the song of Su Wangzheng's zither.

The singing and cheering on the scene became one. Suddenly, the atmosphere on the scene reached a climax. The tide.

The development of Su Wangzheng's zither in the country was bound to be unstoppable.

”Looks like your new album is going to be sold.” On the way back, Ou Ziyang sighed to Su Wangzheng.

”This result belongs to us.” Su Wangzheng looked at Ou Ziyang and said sincerely.