The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

  Chapter 417, Wen Hui: Together at night (please subscribe!)

   Clean up the fish.

  Wenhui suddenly asked him, "How do you want to eat this fish?"

  "?" Zhang Xuan, who was slicing green onions, stopped with a question mark on his face.

   Seeing this, Wen Hui said in detail, "Steamed, or braised?"

   Zhang Xuan continued to chop vegetables: "I want to eat your specialty, squirrel mandarin fish."

  Wenhui said, "This will take some time, I'm afraid you'll be hungry."

   Zhang Xuan replied: "It's okay, I can handle it."

   Facts have proved that a man's mouth is a deceiving ghost, and Zhang Xuan can't bear it any more soon.

   And I couldn't handle the first dish.

  No way, the pork belly with garlic sprouts is too fragrant.

   Washing and chopping vegetables are ready, Zhang Xuan stood by and watched her cooking.

   was only halfway done, and the starving old man couldn't help reaching out to the pot and twisting the meat.

  The sudden appearance of the pork pickpocket, Wen Hui didn't even think about it, she just chased it with a vegetable shovel.

   His hand was lightly tapped with a shovel, and there was oil on his hand. Zhang Xuan muttered, "I'm just trying to taste how it tastes, don't make such a big reaction."

  Wenhui said quietly, "Hands are dirty."

   Zhang Xuan argued: "I just washed the vegetables and washed my hands."

  Wen Hui looked at the dishes in the pot and said nothing.

   glanced at her side face, he took out a pair of chopsticks and clamped them again.

  Wen Hui's eyelashes wiggled slightly, but she didn't stop her, she watched as he clamped one piece after another.

   When he was eating the fourth piece of meat, Wen Hui reminded: "Don't just focus on eating, is salty or bland suitable?"

   Zhang Xuan is eating right, his mouth is full of meat for fear of speaking indecent.

  Wenhui's eyes kept following his chopsticks. When the sixth piece of meat had not responded, she directly scooped a spoonful of salt from the salt shaker and tried to pour it into it.

   "Are you crazy, what are you doing?" Zhang Xuan held her right hand in time.

  Wen Hui pouted and stared at him, stared at him, and suddenly laughed lightly: "How about salty?"

   Zhang Xuan nodded: "Suitable, you can cook."

Letting go of her hand, watching her put the salt back into the jar, and watching her put the vegetables out of the pot, Zhang Xuan said at this time, "A woman's family should be virtuous and virtuous, don't fight with men, win the fight If there is no man, and you lose the fight, you get angry, why bother?"

   For the next few dishes, Wen Hui didn't know if she had learned to behave well or if she had become immune. Every time the dishes were about to come out of the pan, she would stand to the side a little bit, and then watched someone walk around and eat for a while.

   Four dishes will be ready soon.

   Pork belly with garlic sprouts, prawns and egg drop soup.

   There is also a large dish of squirrel mandarin fish.

  The dishes are so hard that they have to drink. Zhang Xuan brought a bottle of red wine from downstairs, and then the master sat at the table without moving.

  Wen Hui briefly cleaned the kitchen and then sat opposite him with a bowl of rice.

   Zhang Xuan resentment: "Won't you give me a bowl?"

  Wen Hui stretched out her chopsticks and prepared to eat: "I'm not your girlfriend, nor you"

   Before she finished speaking, Wen Hui suddenly found that the meal in front of her was gone.

   Before she could finish being stunned, the chopsticks in her hand were taken away again.

   Zhang Xuan ate the vegetables while grilling, and said vaguely, "I'm very hungry."

  Wen Hui sat silently opposite, the simple black and white reflected someone's shadow, quietly watching him eat, quietly watching him eat.

   also quietly watched him drink egg soup.

   At a certain moment, Wen Hui moved, got up and went to the kitchen to refill a bowl of rice, a pair of chopsticks, and two clean glasses.

  The two glasses were placed on the table. She picked up the red wine and poured half a glass of the two glasses. One glass was placed in front of him.

   Zhang Xuan replied: "How can I say it, I got a stroke, and my body is not as good as a day."

  Wenhui asked again, "When will Shuangling come over?"

   Zhang Xuan was surprised: "You guys are playing so well, you didn't ask her?"

  Wen Hui shook her head slightly.

  Zhang Xuanlue understood what she was worried about as soon as he pondered, and told her: "The train ticket on the 17th night of the lunar calendar can arrive on the 18th morning."

   Next, the two had a tacit understanding, and the four bowls were almost clearly separated. Wen Hui only ate the dishes from her own side, and Zhang Xuan would only eat the dishes from her own side.

   Even if two pairs of chopsticks accidentally caught the same piece of dish in the middle, both of them would give in silently and retreat.

  Wen Hui’s appetite is not large, so she stopped eating after eating a flat bowl, and instead slowly started drinking.

   When he ate two bowls in a row, she suddenly said, "Can I ask you a question?"

   Zhang Xuan didn't lift his head, and poured himself another bowl of soup, "No."

  Wenhui watched him finish the egg soup and asked, "Will you marry Shuangling?"

   Zhang Xuan replied very succinctly: "Yes!"

   After answering, the old man was curious: "Why are you asking this question?"

  Wenhui raised the cup to touch him, and said with a gentle smile, "I'm thinking about what will happen to Su Jinyu and Mijian in the future?"

   Zhang Xuan frowned and stared at her: "How do you know Mi sees?"

   Looking at each other, Wen Hui took a sip of red wine freely.

   Lin Lin said, "In the past year and a half, I have heard Shuang Ling talking in my sleep twice."

   Zhang Xuan was stunned: "Shuangling is talking in his sleep? Why haven't I heard it before?"

  Wenhui picked up the chopsticks, put a small piece of fish meat in her mouth, chewed it carefully, and said, "Shuangling is a very cautious person. Only when you are not around her will she talk in her sleep."

   Zhang Xuan tentatively asked: "For example?"

  Wenhui replied: "For example, last November."

   Hearing this, he stopped asking and continued to eat. Don't stop until the four dishes on the table are eaten.

   Zhang Xuan touched his round belly, got up and said, "Today's meal is very comfortable, I can't eat it in the restaurant outside, thank you."

  Wenhui looked at him and said nothing.

   Zhang Xuan walked to the door, changed his shoes, opened the door and was about to leave, he paused, turned around and asked, "Your neighbors on the left and right are not on the third floor, do you want to sleep in Shuangling's room at night?"

  Wen Hui thought about a small meeting in her seat and said to him, "I'll come down after I wash the tableware and chopsticks."

   Zhang Xuan nodded, closed the door and left.

   Returning from the third floor to the second floor, Zhang Xuan kept thinking about Wenhui's words in his mind: he had heard Shuangling talking in his sleep twice.

   It seems that although this girl never mentioned Mi Jian in front of her, she has always been vigilant and worried.

   After taking a bath and washing his clothes and socks, Zhang Xuan entered the study again.

   may be due to distracting thoughts, and I tried to force myself into meditation several times.

   but both failed.

   also wrote the beginning of the 400-hundred-character, but he didn't even read it after writing it, just crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash.

   Do you want to watch TV to change your mind?

  Thinking like this, Zhang Xuan went straight to the living room, turned on the TV and watched the news broadcast with relish.

   Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door.

   Zhang Xuan got up and opened the door, and found that Wen Hui had changed her clothes. The beige clothes she had before had been replaced by a light pink sweater.

  Wen Hui was a little surprised when she entered the room and saw the TV: "You haven't adjusted your state yet?"

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