Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Busy shopping and drinking during the day.

I habitually read and write in the evening...

At about three o'clock in the morning, Zhang Xuan, who was about to go to bed, heard something moving in the living room outside.

Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes and guessed that Wenhui woke up from hunger and got up to find something to eat.

It was okay not to think about it, but when he thought about it, Zhang Xuan realized that he had been drinking with Lao Deng last night and hadn't eaten much, and now he was damn hungry too.

That’s outrageous!

How can you say you are hungry just because you are hungry?

After putting the pen away and putting the manuscripts in the drawer, Zhang Xuan also left the room.

Looking into the kitchen, Wen Hui was making milk and heating bread.

Zhang Xuan cursed, has he changed his character? He didn’t eat fruit tonight?

Seeing his sudden appearance, Wen Hui was stunned for a moment, then moved away without leaving a trace and asked calmly: "Are you hungry too?"

Zhang Xuan nodded and glanced at the milk, bread, and then people...

Feeling his gaze, Wen Hui was still the same, but her whole body seemed particularly peaceful, with pure black and white staring at the bread being heated without moving.

Under the dim light of 15 watts, it looks like a beautiful painting quietly.

Zhang Xuan took 3 eggs and asked, "Do you want fried eggs?"

Wen Hui met his gaze, did not refuse, and said, "Okay."

The kitchen was quiet again.

Zhang Xuan is frying eggs safely.

Wen Hui stood there holding milk in her hand, watching him fry the eggs.

After taking a sip of milk, she thought about it, took a clean glass, and heated up a glass of milk for Zhang Xuanye.

Then he heated up two pieces of bread.

Seeing this, Zhang Xuan smiled and said, "Thank you."

Wen Hui smiled cheerfully and did not answer.

The milk is ready, the bread is ready, and the fried eggs are ready.

The two of them sat on both sides of the dining table in tacit agreement, each eating his own meal without speaking.

If their eyes met occasionally, they would look away the next second and continue eating.

Zhang Xuan is a man, and he is also an old man. He is not particular about anything. He eats quickly and goes to bed after eating.

Wen Hui watched him leave quietly, watched him enter the bedroom and close the door, then quietly looked at the milk cup he had eaten for a while, then slowly finished his food and entered the room.

…

The next day.

Zhang Xuan, who was having a sweet dream, woke up and was woken up by someone.

Yawning, he half-opened his eyes and subconsciously asked, "What time is it?"

Du Shuangling shook her right wrist and said with a smile: "It's 9:11, let's get up and have breakfast. Wenhui will have to go to the airport later, so we're in a hurry."

"okay."

Zhang Xuan realized that he had fallen asleep. If time hadn't been tight, how could the two actors be willing to wake him up?

There is no ambiguity at all, getting dressed, getting up and washing up, all in one go.

Since Wenhui had to take a flight at noon, she had breakfast and lunch together, including rice.

Chef Zou Qingzhu left and Wen Hui took over.

There are four dishes on the table.

There are squirrel mandarin fish, Liangxi crispy eel, and steamed eggs.

The last one is Chinese cabbage.

Looking at the squirrel mandarin fish and Liangxi crispy eel, Zhang Xuan's eyes widened. Not to mention whether it was delicious or not, the appearance alone conquered him as a foodie.

Tsk tsk!

This knife work, this shape, this color, this thickening...

Absolutely amazing!

It's absolutely amazing.

Zhang Xuan raised his head and asked with a strange look on his face: "Did you really make this? Didn't you buy it from Huaiyang Restaurant?"

Wen Hui smiled knowingly and said, "This is my first time cooking for you, so I chose the two best dishes."

Zhang Xuan nodded, thinking what kind of family tradition this was.

Even if he looks good, he looks natural and comfortable in his words and deeds. He also has a unique temperament and can play the piano.

The key is to know how to cook...

Uh-huh, Zhang Xuan is a humble citizen. I can't imagine what kind of family would include cooking and housekeeping in their blood heritage...

But it doesn't matter if he can't figure it out, it doesn't stop him from eating.

Zhang Xuan is a foodie and a foodie who loves others. He gave Du Shuangling a squirrel and mandarin fish with his chopsticks and said, "Come here, Comrade Shuangling, you can try such a good thing first."

Du Shuangling looked at him with a smile, stretched out her chopsticks, and gave Wen Hui a chopstick: "Wen Hui, thank you for your hard work."

Wen Hui looked at the two of them and couldn't laugh or cry, so she started eating without being polite.

The squirrel mandarin fish tastes great and is very authentic. Zhang Xuan's tricky stomach is completely honest.

It's appropriate.

After eating the squirrel mandarin fish and the Liangxi crispy eel, the taste was still delicious.

His left hand was oily, his right hand was oily, and his mouth was all oily. Zhang Xuan, who was satisfied with his meal, suddenly said:

"Wen Hui, your craftsmanship is so good. I will visit my house more often in the future. I like your taste."

After saying that, Zhang Xuan felt the air was stagnant.

He glanced at the two of them and suddenly realized that he wanted to slap himself.

He secretly thought that he was confused. He said this to Zou Qingzhu before, and there was no problem at all.

But he told Wen Hui, damn, the problem is big.

There is a smiling tiger here.

Sure enough, after hearing these words, Du Shuangling's smiling eyebrows curved a little more, and her smile suddenly became a little brighter.

Wen Hui was calm and composed, looking at the two of them openly, pretending not to know, smiling brightly and not answering.

It's past 10 o'clock.

Zhang Xuan and Du Shuangling took the time to send Wenhui to the school gate, where a van was waiting for her.

There was a middle-aged man and woman in the van. Wen Hui called them "aunt" and "uncle".

After watching the car leave, Du Shuangling turned around and looked at him with a smile and said:

"My dear, the taste you like is gone, what should we eat tonight?"

Yes, retribution is coming.

Zhang Xuan surrendered decisively, "Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, it was just a slip of the tongue."

Du Shuangling imitated his example and blinked, then said: "You are so delicious, why don't I learn to cook from them?"

Zhang Xuanju agreed with both hands, "It can happen. This really can happen."

Du Shuangling raised her head slightly and asked awkwardly: "Then who should I learn from?"

Zhang Xuan said without thinking: "Let's learn from Zou Qingzhu. The cooking methods of Sichuan cuisine are similar to Hunan cuisine, which is more suitable for our tastes."

Du Shuangling hesitated a little, and finally said in a negotiating tone: "But Sichuan cuisine is heavy in oil, spicy, and not healthy. The color, flavor, and flavor are far different from Huaiyang cuisine. For the sake of health, I should learn Huaiyang cuisine from Wen Hui, right?"

Zhang Xuan's heart skipped a beat and he knew it was coming again.

Without further ado, he just pushed her shoulder towards the rental house.

As he walked, he said in a very responsible manner: "Forget it, forget it, what kind of cooking do you want to learn? You should learn from your mother how to care for her husband and teach her children, and learn how to control her husband.

Cooking is a man's business. When I go back during the winter vacation, I will learn from Uncle Du. I will learn your favorite dishes like dry pot duck, braised fish, sizzling beef, etc. I will learn everything Uncle Du knows. "

Du Shuangling laughed heartily when she heard it. She knew that he was talking nonsense seriously, but she still liked to listen and was satisfied.

At the end of the day, I rolled my eyes at him and stopped pursuing it.

Because she is as smart as she is and knows that going as far as possible is not enough.

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