Dear Officer Zhuang

Chapter 249 Desire to win or lose

Wen Mi asked him: "What do you want to eat?"

Zhuang Xun didn't have any thoughts about this, he asked her back: "What do you want to eat? I will eat whatever you eat."

Compared with eating with her, "being with her" is the most important thing, what kind of meal you eat is not important.

Wen Mi really thought about what she wanted to eat.

She is the worst at deciding what to eat.

She thought for a while, and it really made her think of what she wanted to eat.

Her eyes lit up, and she asked, "Are you hungry now?"

Zhuang Xun was dumbfounded by her question.

He said that he came here to eat with her specially, so he should be hungry.

But Wen Mi's radiant look was clearly looking forward to other things.

Zhuang Xun wasn't sure if what she was looking forward to had anything to do with eating.

Therefore, he does not know whether he should answer hungry or not.

Zhuang Xun analyzed in his heart for a long time, and gave an ambiguous answer.

"Fortunately."

"Then go to my house and cook." Wen Mi said with great anticipation.

Zhuang Xun looked slightly startled.

Go to her house, he cooks?
He can cook, and his cooking skills are not bad.

But how did Wen Mi know that he could cook?
Zhuang Xun immediately thought of himself at the age of 34.

His mood became a little subtle.

"Okay," Zhuang Xun responded: "What kind of food does your family have? Do you need to go to the supermarket to buy food?"

"No, there are still vegetables in the refrigerator. I bought them last weekend." Wen Mi said.

More importantly, she was worried that it would take more time for them to go to the supermarket to buy vegetables first, and then go home to cook. Zhuang Xun might be starving.

Zhuang Xun then went back to her home with Wen Mi.

Although the house Wen Mi rents is not big, it is very warmly furnished.

Wen Mi went into the kitchen first, and opened the refrigerator to see what ingredients were still in her refrigerator.

"There aren't many dishes, but fried pork with carrots and shredded potatoes can definitely be cooked." Wen Mi was satisfied.

Zhuang Xun was slightly surprised in his heart.

Stir-fried carrots and shredded potatoes?Just eat something so light?
Zhuang Xun followed Wen Mi to the refrigerator.

Seeing the scattered vegetables in the refrigerator, Zhuang Xun fell silent.

"Do you rarely cook for yourself?" he asked.

Wen Mi smiled sheepishly: "Yeah, I cook by myself at most once or twice a week."

Zhuang Xun opened the freezer of the refrigerator to look again. Fortunately, he found a frozen chicken in the freezer.

"Ye? When did I buy this chicken? I don't have any memory." Wen Mi was puzzled.

Zhuang Xun: "..."

"There are potatoes and chickens, you can make roasted chicken with potatoes." Zhuang Xun said.

"I made roast chicken with potatoes, can I still make fried shredded potatoes?" Wen Mi asked.

"You like fried shredded potatoes so much?" Zhuang Xun looked at her.

Wen Mi nodded slightly with erratic eyes.

Zhuang Xun noticed something strange.

He thought about it for a while, and asked, "I've cooked it for you at the age of 34? But, it's impossible. You are not in the same time and space, so you should not be able to meet."

Wen Mi was a little embarrassed when her thoughts were seen through: "He didn't make me eat it, but he taught me how to make stir-fried pork with carrots and shredded potatoes."

Zhuang Xun understood.

Wen Mi wanted to eat carrot fried meat and fried shredded potatoes made by 34-year-old Zhuang Xun.

From time to time, she found traces of 34-year-old Zhuang Xun on him.

The jealousy in Zhuang Xun's heart began to churn again.

"I'll save some potatoes for stir-fried potato shreds." Zhuang Xun said.

"Okay!" Wen Mi's brows lit up with joy, "I'll help you."

"Yeah." Zhuang Xun rolled up his sleeves, ready to show off.

He must cook a few dishes that are more difficult and more beautiful than carrot fried meat and fried shredded potatoes, so as to surprise Wen Mi.

Zhuang Xun quickly washed the rice and cooked, and then began to prepare the dishes.

While washing the vegetables, Wen Mi yawned a few times.

She turned her eyes and saw Zhuang Xun skillfully and neatly cutting the shredded potatoes, her eyes were straightened.

"Wow, your knife skills are really good. Looking at it so intuitively, it's even better!" Wen Mi was so impressed.

When Zhuang Xun heard her words, the jealousy in his heart churned even more.

You don't need to think about it, but with the words "sure enough" and "more", Wen Mi is comparing him with the 34-year-old him.

The inexplicable desire to win in Zhuang Xun's heart came up again.

He can be better than the 34-year-old him!

Zhuang Xun cut more swiftly and carefully.

In addition to prostrating, Wen Mi still prostrates.

After Zhuang Xun finished cutting the potatoes, he went to glance at Wen Mi.

He originally waited for Wen Mi to praise him a few more words, but when he saw Wen Mi finished yawning and her eyes were reddened, he forgot about it.

"Tired?" he asked concerned.

Wen Mi shook her head while washing the vegetables: "It's okay."

She looked sleepy, though, not at all okay.

"Come on, you go sit outside and wait for dinner." Zhuang Xun said.

"It's okay, I'll help you, the two of you will be faster." Wen Mi was unwilling.

Zhuang Xun was silent, pretending to be disgusted and said: "It's still faster for me alone, your speed of washing vegetables can't catch up with my speed of chopping vegetables."

Wen Mi: "..."

"Okay, then I won't make trouble for you." Wen Mi put down the food in her hand.

"Ah."

Wen Mi went to sit on the sofa and play with her mobile phone.

She is indeed a little tired recently, and her sleep quality is not as good as before. I don't know if it is because she was almost killed by Yue Qingyue that night, but it is still affecting her unconsciously.

It didn't take Zhuang Xun an hour to prepare four dishes and one soup.

Wen Mi looked at the dishes on the table—carrot fried meat, fried shredded potatoes, roast chicken with potatoes, cauliflower in a dry pot, and tofu ball soup. She was tired of talking about these four words of worship!

"So I have so many dishes in the refrigerator." After praising Zhuang Xun, Wen Mi sighed.

Zhuang Xun: "..."

If it weren't for the lack of hard vegetables in her refrigerator, he felt that he could perform better.

"Eat." Zhuang Xun said indifferently, with a look of "these are nothing".

"it is good."

Wen Mi took her seat and couldn't wait to taste every dish.

The first thing she tasted was carrot fried meat and stir-fried shredded potatoes. It was so delicious that her whole heart was going to fly.

Zhuang Xun's cooking skills are really good!
She finally had the dishes cooked by Zhuang Xun himself!

Just as this thought slipped through Wen Mi's mind, Wen Mi was stunned.

She finally ate the dishes made by Zhuang Xun himself?

She has already begun to think that the 34-year-old Zhuang Xun is the 24-year-old Zhuang Xun?

Wen Mi suddenly felt a little complicated.

Zhuang Xun noticed the slight change in her expression and asked, "What's the matter? Doesn't it suit your taste?"

Wen Mi smiled again: "No, it's delicious, it's beyond my imagination!"

Zhuang Xun pulled his lips and smiled slightly: "As long as you like it."

The two of them were eating when Wen Mi's cell phone rang.

It was her brother Wen Lianghuan calling.

"Wen Mi, are you eating takeaway? I'm in Huashi, I'll take you to a big meal." Wen Lianghuan said.

(End of this chapter)