Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 84
"Where is our Joohyun?"

Pei Zhuxuan sat cross-legged, holding the teacup in her little hand, blinking her eyes, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"It's autumn now, it's going to be winter soon, who wants to drink cold water?"

"Oh Mo, oh Mo, I forgot you only drink warm water."

Pei Zhuxuan put down the teacup, got up in a hurry, took Han Zidong's water cup, poured all the cold water into his own, and hurried out of the study on short legs.

After a while, she brought another cup of hot water and handed it to Han Zidong.

Han Zidong touched the hot cup wall, shook his head, and pointed to the water cup in Pei Zhuxuan's hand, who obediently handed it to him.

He mixed the two glasses of water back and forth for two rounds, and the temperature of the two glasses of water was close to the drinking temperature.

Pei Zhuxuan took the water glass, and the warm feeling on the wall of the glass made her heart feel hot for no reason, and asked curiously: "Han Zidong, why don't you like drinking ice water?"

Han Zidong leaned back and asked, "Pei Zhuxuan, why don't you like chicken? Is it because you don't like it? But why don't you like it?"

"Yeah~"

Pei Zhuxuan patted Han Zidong lightly. Ever since she told her embarrassing incident, Han Zidong had been making fun of her all afternoon, but it made her very angry.

It's a pity that the slapping effect was as weak and ridiculous as if the front claws of the tyrannosaurus rex could only grab the air. After the slapping, she couldn't help laughing.

"Wait a moment."

Han Zidong suddenly became serious and looked at Pei Zhuxuan.

Pei Zhuxuan didn't know why, so her body didn't move, but her eyes rolled wildly: "What's wrong, is there anything strange on my body?"

Han Zidong touched Pei Zhuxuan's hand. When their skins first touched, Pei Zhuxuan resisted at first, and retracted it with his fists.

But after a while, she gave up resisting and let Han Zidong grab her wrist.

Han Zidong stretched out his other hand to join Pei Zhuxuan's little hand, and said with a smile, "Oh, it's so small."

"Yixi~"

Pei Zhuxuan got up again, making a gesture to hit someone.

Han Zidong raised his hands and chose to surrender in a very lonely way.

He looked around the room and nodded with satisfaction: "The shelf is already installed, I'll go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients later, and we will eat at home together at night, how about it?"

Pei Zhuxuan felt a little troubled, and rubbed her stomach: "But I already ate a lot in the afternoon..."

"You just drank a little chicken soup and a few spoonfuls of glutinous rice. When you go back at night, you will definitely be too hungry to sleep."

Han Zidong looked at the time on his phone: "I'll cook steamed tilapia for you, how about it?
Fish has low fat content, is easy to digest, and can also promote fat loss. More importantly, tilapia has few spines, delicious meat and rich nutrition. "

Pei Zhuxuan put her hands on her chest, tilted her head and thought for a while: "Really? Well, but are your cooking skills really good?"

"Compared to my painting skills, my cooking skills are not inferior."

Pei Zhuxuan was skeptical: "Let's buy more instant noodles. If we can't eat tilapia, we can still eat some instant noodles."

Han Zidong took a sip of water, stood up, stretched out his hand, and pulled Pei Zhuxuan.

"I'll find you a coat to wear, it might be cold outside now."

Saying that, Han Zidong pulled Pei Zhuxuan out of the study.

"Okay," Pei Zhuxuan looked around: "Do you have a hat or decorative glasses here?"

Han Zidong stretched out his hands to compare Pei Zhuxuan's head, and looked at the big circle formed by the comparison: "No, I'm serious, you may not be able to wear it."

"Yeah~"

Pei Zhuxuan chased after him.

……

Lobby.

The landlord looked at the man and woman going away, and sighed: "What a pair of lovers, and now the children look like porcelain dolls."

The landlord's wife Quan shook her head: "Forget it, I think Zaijing is the most suitable for Zidong, this girl is too short."

"What do you know, people call this the cutest height ratio."

"Okay, I don't understand." Quan turned his head and walked into the house.

"Wife," the landlord slapped his mouth, complaining endlessly, and hurriedly chased after him: "Wife, I don't understand anything."

Known as "the cutest height ratio", Han Zidong and Pei Zhuxuan had just walked out of the gate on the first floor when a gust of cold wind hit their faces, and they both shuddered.

It was past five o'clock in the afternoon in Seoul, the sunset was about to set, and the orange-red sunset glow all over the sky was like a palette, colorful and dreamlike.

Pei Zhuxuan tightened the coat on her body. It was originally a medium coat on Han Zidong, but it became a medium length coat on her, making her look even petite.

She raised her hand and looked towards the sky through her fingers: "It's so beautiful!"

Han Zidong turned around and straightened the hood for Pei Zhuxuan: "It's really beautiful!"

Standing face to face with a man, Pei Zhuxuan looked away unnaturally, her face flushed red: "I'm talking about the sunset."

"I'm also talking about the sunset." Han Zidong paused, then switched to Chinese and said, "Beauties shine brightly in the sunset, and I want to embrace the sunset."

"Mo, Moragul?"

Pei Zhuxuan held the top brim of the hood, raised her big head and asked, "Are you secretly scolding me again?"

Han Zidong shook his head: "I just read a poem from our country."

"Really? Then you translate it for me."

"The charm will be lost after translation," Han Zidong put his hands on Pei Zhuxuan's shoulders: "Stay here and don't move."

After all, he trotted for a distance, took a mobile phone to find the angle, and took several photos.

After Pei Zhuxuan understood Han Zidong's actions, at first she couldn't let go because of the teachings of the teachers in the company. Later, thinking of Han Zidong's character all the time, she also made a few poses in cooperation.

After taking photos, the two continued on the road.

Emart's tasting area.

Han Zidong pushed the shopping cart, Pei Zhuxuan held the shopping cart with one hand, and tapped his lips with the other, moving slowly.

It can be seen that she really wants to eat, but because of the trainee's weight standard, she has to feel wronged.

Finally, in front of the fried rice cake tasting booth, she couldn't walk at all.

Han Zidong could even hear the sound of Pei Zhuxuan swallowing his saliva, he stepped forward and ordered a rice cake without trying it.

"Eat, those who don't know think I'm abusing you."

Pei Zhuxuan waved his hand, but glanced at the rice cake box: "I don't want it."

"You can eat more fish later, fish can reduce fat."

Han Zidong shook the rice cake in his hand, and the fragrance was overflowing.

Pei Zhuxuan's eyes wandered: "Can fish really reduce fat?"

Han Zidong thought in his heart that there was probably such a saying, how could he know whether it was true or not.

"Of course."

"Ok."

Pei Zhuxuan took the rice cake, first put it under her nose and sniffed it lightly, the smell of sauce and cheese mixed with the rice cake hit her heart, making her taste buds excited and her tongue salivating.

She picked up a piece of rice cake with a fork, and was about to take it to her mouth, when she suddenly saw Han Zidong who had been staring at her, swallowed her saliva, and visually measured the height and distance between the two, she beckoned: "Come here a little bit .”

Han Zidong leaned over obediently, held Pei Zhuxuan's hand, and ate a freshly baked rice cake. At this moment, there was only one sentence in his mind: "The bright wrist is frosted with snow."

Can't stand it, it's too sweet!
"How about it?"

"I don't like this sweet and spicy taste very much, you can eat more."

"No, I can only eat half of it at most."

"OK then."

The part-time student behind the rice cake tasting booth seemed to have opened his mouth, and his face was obviously speechless.

Can you guys hurry up and get the hell out of here?
Shameless!
(End of this chapter)