Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Finish cleaning the fish.

Wen Hui suddenly asked him: "How do you want to eat this fish?"

"?" Zhang Xuan, who was chopping onions, stopped with a question mark on his face.

Seeing this, Wen Hui elaborated: "Steamed or braised?"

Zhang Xuan continued to chop vegetables: "I want to eat your specialty, squirrel mandarin fish."

Wen Hui said, "This will take some time. I'm afraid you'll be hungry."

Zhang Xuan replied: "It's okay, I can handle it."

Facts have proved that men can be deceitful, and Zhang Xuan soon couldn't stand it anymore.

And I couldn’t bear the first dish.

I can't help it, the pork belly with garlic sprouts is just too fragrant.

After washing and chopping the vegetables, Zhang Xuan stood aside and watched her cooking.

Only halfway through, the starving old man couldn't help but reach into the pot to twist the meat.

When the pig pickpocket came unexpectedly, Wen Hui directly used a spatula to chase it away without even thinking about it.

His hand was lightly tapped by the shovel, and there was oil all over his hand. Zhang Xuan muttered: "I just want to taste it, don't have such a big reaction."

Wen Hui said quietly: "Your hands are dirty."

Zhang Xuan argued: "I just washed the vegetables and washed my hands."

Wen Hui looked at the food in the pot and remained silent.

Glancing at the side of her face, he casually took out a pair of chopsticks and picked them up.

Wen Hui's eyelashes twitched slightly, but she didn't stop her and watched him pinch one after another.

When he finished the fourth piece of meat, Wen Hui reminded: "Don't just eat it. Is it salty and salty?"

Zhang Xuan was having a good time eating, his mouth was full of meat and he was afraid of speaking indecently.

Wen Hui's eyes followed the movement of his chopsticks. When the sixth piece of meat had not yet waited for a reply, she directly scooped out a spoonful of salt from the salt shaker and made a move to pour it in.

"Are you crazy? What are you doing?" Zhang Xuan pressed her right hand in time.

Wen Hui pouted and stared at him, staring at him and suddenly laughed softly: "How about Xiandan?"

Zhang Xuan nodded: "It's suitable, you can cook it."

Letting go of her hand and watching her put the salt back into the jar and put the vegetables out of the pot, Zhang Xuan said at this time: "A woman's family must be virtuous and virtuous. Don't fight with men. Win the fight." Without a man, if you lose a fight and suffer the consequences, why bother?"

For the next few dishes, Wen Hui didn't know whether she had learned the lesson or was immune. Every time before the dishes were ready to be served, she would stand a little to the side and watch someone eat for a while.

Four dishes were ready quickly.

Pork belly with garlic sprouts, prawns, and egg drop soup.

There is also a big dish of squirrel and mandarin fish.

The food was so tough that it was necessary to drink. Zhang Xuan brought a bottle of red wine from downstairs and sat down at the table like a gentleman.

Wen Hui simply cleaned the kitchen, then put a bowl of rice and sat across from him.

Zhang Xuan said resentfully: "You won't give me a bowl?"

Wen Hui stretched out her chopsticks to pick up some vegetables and said, "I'm not your girlfriend, and I'm not you either."

Before she finished speaking, Wen Hui suddenly realized that the rice in front of her was missing.

Before she could finish her astonishment, the chopsticks in her hand were taken away again.

Zhang Xuan was cooking rice and eating vegetables, and said vaguely: "I'm very hungry."

Wen Hui sat across from him silently, someone's shadow reflected in the plain black and white, quietly watching him eat, quietly watching him eat vegetables.

She also watched him drink egg soup quietly.

At a certain moment, Wen Hui moved, got up and went to the kitchen to put a new bowl of rice, a pair of chopsticks, and two clean glasses.

Two glasses were placed on the table. She picked up the red wine and poured more than half of the glasses into them. One glass was placed in front of him, and she took a sip of the other. Then she asked with concern: "Is Grandpa Shuangling's illness serious?"

Zhang Xuan replied: "How should I put it? It's a stroke, and my body is getting worse day by day."

Wen Hui asked again: "When will the two actors come over?"

Zhang Xuan was surprised: "You guys played so well, you didn't ask her?"

Wen Hui shook her head gently.

Zhang Xuanluo thought about it and realized what she was worried about, and told her: "The train tickets for the night of the 17th of the lunar calendar can arrive at the 18th morning."

Next, the two of them had a tacit understanding, and they were almost completely different from each other in the four bowls. Wen Hui only ate the dishes from her own side, and Zhang Xuan understood and only ate the dishes from his own side.

Even if two pairs of chopsticks accidentally caught the same piece of food in the middle, both of them would silently give in and step away.

Wen Hui didn't eat much. She stopped eating after eating one bowl, and instead slowly started drinking.

When he finished two bowls in a row, she suddenly said: "Can I ask you a question?"

Zhang Xuan served himself another bowl of soup without raising his head, "No."

Wen Hui watched him finish the egg soup and asked, "Will you marry a double actress?"

Zhang Xuan answered simply: "Yes!"

After answering, the old man was curious: "Why did you ask this question?"

Wen Hui raised her cup and touched it with him, then smiled gently and said, "I'm wondering what Su Jinyu and Mi Jian will do in the future?"

Zhang Xuan frowned and stared at her: "How do you know Mi Jian?"

Looking at each other, Wen Hui took a sip of red wine freely.

Then he said: "In the past year and a half, I have heard two actors talking in their sleep twice."

Zhang Xuan was stunned: "The two actors were talking in their sleep? Why haven't I heard that?"

Wen Hui picked up the chopsticks, put a small piece of fish in her mouth, chewed it slowly and then said: "Shuang Ling is a very cautious person. She only talks in her sleep when you are not around her."

Zhang Xuan asked tentatively: "For example?"

Wen Hui replied: "For example, last November."

After hearing this, he stopped asking and continued eating. He didn't stop until he finished the four dishes on the table.

Zhang Xuan touched his round belly, stood up and said, "Today's meal is very comfortable. You can't eat it in restaurants outside. Thank you."

Wen Hui looked at him and said nothing.

Zhang Xuan walked to the door, changed his shoes, opened the door and was about to leave. He paused, turned around and asked, "Your neighbors on the third floor are not here. Do you want to sleep in the couple's room tonight?"

Wen Hui thought about it for a while on her seat and said to him, "I'll come down after washing the dishes and chopsticks."

Zhang Xuan nodded, closed the door and left.

Returning from the third floor to the second floor, Zhang Xuan kept thinking about Wen Hui's words: He twice heard two actors talking in their sleep.

It seems that although this girl never mentions Mi Jian in front of her, she is actually always wary and worried in her heart.

After taking a shower and washing his clothes and socks, Zhang Xuan entered the study again.

Maybe I had distracting thoughts and tried several times to force myself into meditation.

But all failed.

He actually wrote the beginning of 400 words, but he didn't even read it after he finished it. He just crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

Why don't you watch some TV to change your mind?

With this in mind, Zhang Xuan went directly to the living room, turned on the TV and watched the news broadcast with gusto.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door.

Zhang Xuan stood up and opened the door and found that Wenhui had changed clothes. The beige clothes before had been replaced by a light pink sweater.

Wen Hui entered the room and was a little surprised when she saw the TV: "You haven't adjusted yet?"

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