How bad guys are made

Chapter 260 Zhang Hanhan's Weirdness
Unexpectedly, he just took a sip of Zhang Hanhan's teacup, and was muttering in his mind, this girl is really delicate, and it's not too hot here. At this time, the bedroom door opened again with a 'bang', and the Zhang Hanhan, who straddled a small bag, came out from the inside, just in time to see Wendong holding his milk tea cup with relish, and couldn't help becoming angry from embarrassment: "Wendong, what are you doing, who told you to drink it! You drink it and I drink it!" What?"

"I..." Wendong wanted to cry, but when he saw Zhang Hanhan who walked up to him and sat down and stared at him coldly, Wendong was speechless, what kind of play was this: "Don't you just stop drinking? "

"Humph—" Another snort in disgust Zhang Hanhan turned around and went to the counter in front of the kitchen, and after a while he walked over with a freshly poured half cup of milk tea, and sat gracefully opposite Wendong, Si He blew hot air from his slow mouth, and took a small sip slowly, ignoring Wen Dong.When she coughed just now, she accidentally soiled her clothes, which made Zhang Hanhan, who always loves to be clean, go back and change into a dress of the same style, but she didn't want to see Wen Dong grabbing his milk tea cup and pouring it into his mouth In the shot, I hated this bastard who made me angry even more in my heart.

After a while, Zhang Hanhan picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. It was just past six o'clock, which was the morning news time.Wen Dong glanced at the meaningless news, then turned his head to look at Zhang Hanhan who was watching TV, and simply lay down on the sofa with his eyes closed and got up.

Zhang Hanhan turned his head and glanced at Wendong, put on slippers on his stocking feet and walked into the kitchen again.

Wen Dong squinted his eyes half-opened, guessing that Zhang Hanhan couldn't help being hungry to cook. Wen Dong didn't sleep in the middle of the night last night, and he was already hungry.That's right, that's how you look like a hostess.Wendong looked at Zhang Hanhan's back and thought in his heart.But just as he was about to close his eyes to rest, he suddenly noticed something 'swoosh' flying towards him from Zhang Hanhan's hand.

"Damn it!" Wen Dong exclaimed in surprise, trembling in his heart, Zhang Hanhan couldn't be more angry than murder himself, he sat up straight and frantically caught the flying thing in his hand, feeling that it was in his hand The thing is soft, even if it is hit on the head, nothing will happen. Wen Dong looked down and saw that it was a bag of bread slices.

Wendong looked up at Zhang Hanhan in a daze, and found that Zhang Hanhan was already sitting opposite the sofa, with the same bag of bread slices in his hand. He opened it carefully, and began to eat slowly with milk tea.

"This... is this breakfast today?" Wen Dong looked at Zhang Hanhan dumbfounded and asked.

"Otherwise?" Zhang Hanhan raised his head and gave Wen Dong a blank look, then lowered his head and continued to eat, and continued: "There are still a few packets in the kitchen, if you don't want to go out, you can eat that, if you can't, order takeaway. "

"Do you usually eat this?" Wen Dong asked suspiciously.

"Of course not." Zhang Hanhan glared at Wen Dong and didn't bother to explain. His eyes seemed to be looking at an idiot. Wouldn't it be silly to eat this every day?
"Then what do you usually eat? Cook your own food? Or buy it?"

"Do it yourself?" Zhang Hanhan was taken aback. She didn't know how to cook. In the past, her mother used to cook for herself at home, but she always went to the restaurant to eat at the company. There were some vegetables, eggs and other things in the kitchen, but it was her mother's previous meal. I left it here when I was cooking for a few days. I don’t know how to cook, so I just left it in the refrigerator. Seeing Wendong’s puzzled eyes, Zhang Hanhan was angry again: “If you like to eat, don’t eat it. How I eat is none of your business!" Saying this, Zhang Hanhan snorted, and didn't bother to pay attention to Wendong, with his calf crossed up, his little hand pinching a piece of bread and putting it into his mouth, he opened his mouth and took another sip of milk tea.

"Uh..." Wendong pursed his lips, and looked down at the several slices of bread that were bigger than his palm. Even ten packs of this stuff would not be enough for him. Besides, Wendong didn't like these desserts either, so he was still full of steamed buns. Stomach.

Seeing that Zhang Hanhan ignored him, Wen Dong didn't say anything, got up and walked into the kitchen. After a while, there was a sound of frying pan in the kitchen, followed by the smell of cooking oil.

Zhang Hanhan shrugged his little nose, holding the teacup in his little hands, turned his head curiously to look in the direction of the kitchen, his head was confused for a while, could this guy know how to cook?
"What are you doing!?" Zhang Hanhan finally couldn't help asking out the doubts in her heart. She didn't forget that when she personally invited Wendong to come to her Lanyun as the director, the food at Wendong's house was bucket noodles. Zhang Hanhan was worried that this guy was messing around in the kitchen. It would be fine if he smashed the pots and pans, but if he didn't know how to use them, it would be troublesome if the natural gas leaked accidentally and burned the house down.

"Of course it's cooking." Wen Dong's angry voice came from the kitchen.

"Cooking?" Knowing that Wendong was cooking, Zhang Hanhan was shocked when he heard him admit it. This guy can also cook?

Under Zhang Hanhan's curiosity, Wen Dong came out half an hour later with a small plate in one hand.

"Wash your hands and eat." Wen Dong said casually, put two small plates on the coffee table in front of Zhang Hanhan, and then walked into the kitchen.

Zhang Hanhan stared blankly at the two small plates in front of him. One plate was scrambled eggs, and the other plate was two boiled eggs. Zhang Hanhan turned his head and walked into the kitchen, not knowing what to do. What kind of Wendong, let go of the coiled little feet and stepped on the slippers, and leaned close to the fried egg on the table with his delicate face, sniffing it, it seemed to be quite fragrant, but his confused little head thought that this thing was made by Wendong , I couldn't help but frowned again, can this thing be eaten?
Zhang Hanhan couldn't help turning around again in a daze, watching Wendong shuttle between the kitchen and the living room, he felt a strange feeling in his heart, you know, he has never been in his home except for his father who came a few times Men, especially the kitchen, what makes her feel weird is that this man is still Wendong, which makes Zhang Hanhan feel very strange. Looking at his busy appearance, is this still the guy who is doing nothing all day long?
"I'm really starving to death." After fiddling for another 2 minutes, there was another bowl of millet porridge on the table in front of Zhang Hanhan. Wendong sat down on the sofa opposite Zhang Hanhan, thought for a while, and got up to pour another cup water come.

"Can this be eaten?" Zhang Hanhan asked in a daze.

Hearing this, Wen Dong rolled his eyes: "Hey, what do you mean, why can't you eat it?" Wen Dong said angrily, anyway, our chef level is also at the top level, this is just scrambled eggs That's all, we can do it with our feet.

Zhang Hanhan glanced at Wendong suspiciously. Smelling the smell of scrambled eggs, she still couldn't help reaching for the chopsticks with an unnatural expression. After all, she used to be at home most of the time, and because she couldn't cook Because of this, I seldom eat at home.But now there are only two people in Nuo Da's room, which made Zhang Hanhan suddenly feel that the atmosphere was a bit weird, and his calm heart suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and even his movements became much stiffer.

Wen Dong, who was sitting across from him, was not at all embarrassed, let alone caring for women. He would have been starved to death by now. If it weren’t for the fact that there is really nothing to eat in this house, the millet porridge and eggs alone would not be enough to eat. .He picked up a piece of fried egg with his chopsticks and threw it into his mouth.

Zhang Hanhan took a deep breath, gracefully stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a small piece of egg, but he didn't eat it, but looked at it in front of his eyes.

Zhang Hanhan's action made Wendong angry for a while, is our level so questionable?
Zhang Hanhan looked left and right, and found that the egg seemed to be better in color than her mother's fried egg. She put it in her little mouth with the attitude of giving it a try. Unexpectedly, when the egg entered the mouth, her eyes lit up. It’s even more delicious than mom’s. It’s moderately greasy, salty and light, and the heat is just right, and my stomach is growling unbelievably...

"Hey, is it delicious?" Zhang Hanhan's stomach cry did not escape Wen Dong's ears, and he drank the millet porridge in a 'naked' mouth, looked up at her with a smile and said, with a terrified expression on his face.

Zhang Hanhan wanted to nod, but seeing Wendong's proud look, he snorted, but couldn't help the hunger in his stomach, reached out and grabbed the millet porridge in front of him and drank it.Zhang Hanhan, who doesn't know how to cook and is too lazy to go out to buy food, can't help it. If there are eggs and millet porridge, who would like to eat bread dryly.

"Don't you usually cook? Why don't you even have any vegetables at home?" Wen Dong said casually while eating.

"It's not that I don't do it, it's me... I'm too lazy to do it." Zhang Hanhan wanted to say that he didn't know how to cook, but he was afraid of being laughed at by Wendong, so he quickly changed his words and looked up at him.

"Oh." Wen Dong didn't think much about it, after all, Miss Zhang was too busy.

The two were speechless, and breakfast was settled after more than ten minutes. Zhang Hanhan drank two bowls of rice porridge, plus a boiled egg. She didn't have a big appetite, and she felt a little full for a while. This was something she hadn't experienced in a long time.Although sometimes she would choose to go out to buy breakfast, but most of the time she was too busy to eat breakfast directly, at most she drank a bag of milk or ate a piece of bread.

Zhang Hanhan, who was eating comfortably, didn't want to move anymore. Anyway, he still had some time before going to work, so he folded his legs on the sofa again, stroking Xiao Baibai lying on his lap with his little hands, and looked up at the morning news.

After watching for a while, Zhang Hanhan found that Wen Dong, who was diagonally opposite, was also lazily leaning on the sofa like himself, except that he didn't read the news, but squinted his eyes, looking like an old god.

Zhang Hanhan glanced at the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and said angrily, "Don't these bowls and chopsticks need to be washed?"

Hearing Zhang Hanhan's words, Wendong was a little angry. Her meaning was so obvious that she asked me to do the dishes?This is too bullying.

(End of this chapter)