Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 85

Pei Zhuxuan sat at the dining table, resting her chin on one hand, looking at the busy figure in front of the stove, she couldn't help but doubt her life.

She just promised to taste the ginseng chicken soup recommended by Han Zidong in the afternoon, and followed him back home in a daze, and it was rare for her to be alone in a closed space with a heterosexual like Han Zidong.

Thinking of the "spontaneous" physical contact in the afternoon, and recalling the past since the two met, she couldn't help wondering if Han Zidong was pursuing her.

Just when she was lost in thought, she heard Han Zidong's cry for help.

"Joo Hyun, help me blow out my eyes, my eyes are getting gray."

Han Zidong half-closed his eyes and turned around.

"Mo? Come here quickly." Pei Zhuxuan hurriedly got up and pushed Han Zidong on the chair: "Sit down, I'll take a look."

Ah, this girl's strength is really great!
Pei Zhuxuan got closer and closer, so close that Han Zidong could feel the heat of her exhalation, the corners of Pei Zhuxuan's mouth naturally sank, giving off a cold and haughty feeling.

But when she pursed her lips and gently blew on her eyes, Han Zidong only felt that his eyes were full of those delicate lips and pure face.

Pei Zhuxuan noticed Han Zidong's fiery gaze, stopped slowly, and asked, "Is it better?"

Han Zidong blinked: "It's much better."

"Pubb."

Looking at the tears that were blurring from the corner of Han Zidong's eyes, Pei Zhuxuan covered her mouth and smiled lightly, "Pabu~"

While speaking, she pulled her long hair back into a ponytail and looked at the stove: "Are you making bean sprouts and kimchi soup?"

"Yes, it's time to put kimchi in."

"Leave the rest to me."

Han Zidong happily took off his apron, and asked with a smile, "Are you okay? Don't ruin my soup base."

"In your eyes, am I Pabhu?"

Pei Zhuxuan asked back unconvinced.

Han Zidong smiled and didn't answer, but held up the halter of his apron.

Seeing this, Pei Zhuxuan hesitated for a while, then tipped her head forward tacitly.

After Han Zidong put on the halter for her, she turned around naturally, waiting for Han Zidong to fasten the belt for her, as if all the steps were supposed to be like this.

She went to the sink, washed the handles, and raised her hands like a doctor about to enter the operating room.

It's a pity that she is an intern. She looked left and right, not knowing what to do.

Seeing that Pei Zhuxuan was at a loss, Han Zidong pointed out: "Sprinkle kimchi into the pot, cook for a minute or two, then add some chili and light soy sauce to taste, then mix in bean sprouts, and finally add a little minced garlic and chopped green onion to finish the cooking process." All right"

Pei Zhuxuan shook her head, picked up the kimchi bowl, and muttered, "That's what I planned."

"Ah, yes, yes, I am talking too much." Han Zidong replied helplessly.

Seeing that Pei Zhuxuan seemed to have water in his sleeves, and was rubbing back and forth, Han Zidong leaned over and helped Pei Zhuxuan roll up his sleeves: "The kitchen is left to Chef Pei."

"Give it to me."

Pei Zhuxuan replied with the back of her left hand resting on her waist.

Han Zidong went back to the study to get the pen and paper, then turned back to the kitchen, sat at the dining table, compared the photos in the phone, and sketched the scene of the evening.

Pei Zhuxuan's image is very prominent, except for her sweet and salty round oval face, her skull is high and full, which is quite interesting to draw.

In front of the stove, Pei Zhuxuan smelled the aroma of steamed tilapia, which was not like the spicy smell she often smelled, and she couldn't help feeling a little excited, shaking her body, feeling a little anticipation for the next dinner.

She took a sip of the soup with a spoon, blew on the hot air, took a sip, and nodded with satisfaction.

"tasty!"

While waiting for the kimchi to boil, she glanced back and saw Han Zidong sitting there writing and drawing, and walked over curiously.

Lying in front of the dining table, looking at Han Zidong's drawing, seeing the characters on the drawing gradually showing clear facial features, Pei Zhuxuan couldn't help but follow Han Zidong's brush, and simulated it on the table with his index finger soaked in water.

After more than a dozen strokes, she wiped off the water marks on the table without hesitation, pretending nothing happened.

It must be that the fingers are not as flexible and delicate as the strokes of the pencil.

Yes, it must be so.

Pei Zhuxuan looked at her little hands, and her eyes scanned Han Zidong's clean and slender caricature hands through her fingers.

"Zhuxuan, it's almost time to add bean sprouts and get ready to cook."

Han Zidong concentrated on tracing the shadow, without even raising his head, he said in a calm tone.

"Oh."

Pei Zhuxuan got up slowly and walked to the stove.

It's just that she couldn't help but looked back again and again, this was the first time she saw Han Zidong in such a serious state, compared with the Han Zidong in her impression, they looked like two people.

That's right, this is the cutting-edge young manga writer who can draw Star You, and the creative genius who can design badges, welfare banks and many other plans.

Our relatives are really excellent!

A few minutes later, Pei Zhuxuan put bean sprouts and kimchi soup, steamed tilapia and two bowls of rice on the table one by one.

After finishing all this, she sat opposite Han Zidong again, resting her chin on both hands, quietly waiting for Han Zidong to finish his sketch.

Han Zidong noticed that the surroundings had quieted down, slowly raised his head, and saw that plain and bright oval face.

"Is the painting finished?"

Pei Zhuxuan asked expectantly.

"There are still a few details to outline, and I will show you later."

"Ok."

Pei Zhuxuan suppressed the expectation in her heart and began to divide the tableware.

Han Zidong put the drawing upside down on the other side, got up and washed his hands, and took the rice and tableware from Pei Zhuxuan.

"Try my craftsmanship and see if it is not inferior to my painting skills."

Pei Zhuxuan picked up a piece of fish and threw it into his mouth.

Different from ordinary fried fish and grilled fish, steamed tilapia has a different taste, the meat is tender and delicious.

She shook her little hand, nodded in satisfaction, and gave a rare thumbs up to Han Zidong, who always liked to argue with Han Zidong.

She got up and fetched two more small bowls, and filled a bowl of bean sprouts and kimchi soup for Han Zidong and herself respectively.

Soon, the hot and sour bean sprouts kimchi soup conquered her again.

"Cooking, certified!"

"Then you can eat more."

The tilapia with few spines is very tasty, and it was eaten by two people in a short time.

By the time the two of them finished disposing of all the food waste, it was already eight o'clock at night.

Pei Zhuxuan originally planned to leave here, but when she heard that the sketch could be completed in just 10 minutes, she couldn't help but stay with the anticipation in her heart.

It was getting later and later, and she felt a little uneasy.

Fortunately, Han Zidong completed the sketch on time. The moment he saw the sketch portrait, all the waiting and anxiety disappeared. Looking at himself on the sketch, Pei Zhuxuan smiled from ear to ear.

Pointing to the two lines of Chinese characters on the right, she asked, "What does this mean?"

Han Zidong pressed his eyebrows: "Zhu Xuan, take time to learn some knowledge, you can't learn from Qian Songyi, let's go, I will take you back."

"Tch, then I speak Daegu dialect, can you understand me?"

"Oh, then I speak Cantonese, can you understand me?"

"ah!"

The familiar feeling came back again, Pei Zhuxuan shook her head, her relatives were still too naive.

(End of this chapter)