Soon, it was afternoon, and Lin Zihan realized that he had been in a daze on the sofa all afternoon. Looking out the window at the setting sun, the fiery red horizon, and the gradually darkening sky.
As night falls, in this villa area, the surrounding lights quietly light up, illuminating the dark night.
At some point, the aroma of food emanated from the room, and a clanking sound came from the kitchen. It didn't sound like cooking, but like the house was being demolished.
Curiosity prompted Lin Zihan to open the kitchen door and see every scene of the dark cooking.
There is no kitchen at all, but it looks like a scene that has just been raided by robbers. Messy dishes are placed on the cupboard, the water in the sink is still flowing out, and there is a plate of fried food on the cupboard. Blackened egg fried rice.
This is probably the source of the aroma of rice, but the egg fried rice, which is as black as charcoal, is probably just fragrant in appearance and smell, and it seems difficult to eat.
When Wu Kexin heard the sound of the door, she hurriedly poured the chopped green onion into the hot oil. There was a "sizzling" sound and the oil splashed. Wu Kexin was so scared that she covered her face with the pot lid.
Turning around, he saw Lin Zihan, grinning and smirking, his face full of happiness.
"Why are you giggling? You're going to get burnt." Lin Zihan warned, because he could smell the aroma in the air being replaced by a burnt smell, and black smoke was rising from the pot.
Seeing Wu Kexin smiling so happily, the corners of Lin Zihan's mouth also raised. Little fool, you made the kitchen a mess, like a battlefield, but you can still laugh and laugh so happily.
Looking at the messy ingredients, it was a complete waste in Wu Kexin's hands. I'm afraid Ding Ding Dou is a better cook than Wu Kexin. Lin Zihan complained in his heart, he really couldn't stand it anymore.
Walking behind Wu Kexin, he held the shovel in Wu Kexin's hand and said, "If you continue like this, I'm afraid I'll only have black charcoal for dinner tonight." He took the shovel in his hand and pulled Wu Kexin from the stove Pull aside.
"Go wash those dishes, and then go to the living room to wait for dinner." Looking at the blackened green onions in the pot, Lin Zihan helplessly poured it into the trash can.
Then he reheated the oil, glanced at the ingredients on the table, and started preparing for the dinner. As a person who has lived independently since childhood, Lin Zihan naturally possesses many survival skills. In addition to his excellent strength, he is also good at cooking.
Wu Kexin, whose nose was stained with ash, saw Lin Zihan who was concentrating on cooking and walked out of the kitchen with wet eyes. He might have choked on the chili pepper.
Soon, a fairly sumptuous dinner was prepared. Lin Zihan looked at the burnt egg fried rice and put it on the table.
The restaurant was filled with aroma, which aroused the greed in Wu Kexin's stomach and made her mouth water. He ran from the living room to the dining room, climbed onto the dining table, and directly reached out and picked up a clam without even caring about the chopsticks.
"Squeak~" With a sound, the meat and juices were sucked into his mouth and swallowed into his belly. He didn't forget to lick his lips and squeak.
Seeing Wu Kexin eating like a greedy cat who had been hungry for a long time, Lin Zihan just smiled and took a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Wu Kexin.
After looking at the burnt egg fried rice, Lin Zihan picked up the spoon, tentatively took some, and put it into his mouth. There was a fragrant aroma in his mouth when he bit it, and a burnt smell hit his taste buds, making it difficult to swallow. .
He vomited directly into the trash can, looked at the large plate of egg fried rice, and glanced at Ding Ding waiting at the table with eager eyes. Lin Zihan picked up Dingding's basin and said, "I will improve your food today. You must thank this sister."
In line with the principle of not wasting food, this fragrant egg fried rice came to Dingding.
Looking at the black egg fried rice, Dingding put his nose close to the rice bowl and sniffed tentatively. Then he opened his mouth and rolled up a big mouthful of egg fried rice with his agile tongue.
After only taking a few bites, he stopped and lay down at the table, looking glum and unwilling to take another look at the fragrant egg fried rice.
This is really not even for dogs to eat.
Seeing how much egg fried rice was left, Lin Zihan picked up the dog bowl and poured it into the trash can.
"Is it so unpalatable? I don't even eat Ding Ding." Seeing Lin Zihan pouring the egg fried rice she had worked so hard to fry into the trash can, Wu Kexin pouted and stopped. The action of putting food in the food.
"There's some left, why don't you try it?" Lin Zihan picked up the remaining egg fried rice on the plate and was very confused. What kind of cooking technique can make such a fragrant but difficult to swallow food? Egg fried rice.
"No, no, no." Wu Kexin was well aware of her vulgar cooking skills, so she shook her head quickly, picked up a piece of ribs on the plate, put it in her mouth and fiddled with it a few times, and spit out a clean bone.
Lin Zihan, who had packed up the dark dishes, sat at the dining table and looked at Wu Kexin who was looting, "Just eat slowly, no one will compete with you." He slowly picked up a piece of braised pork and brought it to his mouth. .
Wu Kexin devoured everything on the table and tasted every dish on the table. The lovely eating appearance and the meat filling her mouth were chewing, but it tasted like chewing wax and lost its flavor.
"It's a pity that my brother can no longer eat it." Tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes again.
At this time, Wu Kexin didn't want to mention Wu Jianming, let alone Wu Jianming in front of Lin Zihan, but she couldn't help but think about her brother. Because after the death of her parents, Wu Kexin rarely saw her brother.
It is rare to have the opportunity to eat so much food and such delicious meat at one time. My brother's cooking skills are not much better than mine, so it's no wonder he doesn't have a girlfriend.
Wu Kexin couldn't remember how long it had been since the last time she had such a delicious meal. She thought her parents made such a table when her brother was admitted to the military academy. After that, it never happened again.
Tears from the corners of my eyes flowed into my mouth, so salty and bitter, just like they have been these past few years.
"I know my brother is sorry for you. If you want me to leave, I will leave after dinner." Wu Kexin choked, chewing the meat in her mouth with difficulty, and then swallowed it like this.
A raised hillock passed across the fair and slender neck and disappeared.
"No need, your brother is your brother. I shouldn't take his matter out on you. I will find out about it." The braised pork that had just been put into his mouth lost its taste in an instant.
"I think your brother may also have something to hide." At this moment, Lin Zihan was not filled with Madonna's heart, but Wu Kexin didn't know these things at all. Seeing Wu Kexin devouring the food, he was still moved.
An instructor who didn't care about his life, Lin Zihan couldn't figure out why he would associate with Yuan Tingkai.
On the battlefield, Wu Jianming did not hesitate to risk his life, died together with the powerful lord-level demon ape, and eliminated the group of ferocious beasts, just to reduce the losses of the students, so how could he betray the training camp.
There are too many mysteries in all of this. Wu Jianming may have indeed betrayed himself, but that was definitely not his original intention. In the letter he left for himself, Wu Jianming confessed and betrayed himself without hesitation.
Those sincere words and that final exhortation were definitely not words spoken against one's will in order to gain peace of mind.
Forget it, it's useless no matter how much you think about it. Maybe what you should do now is to compete with the greedy cat in front of you for the few meals and delicious meat. If you don't eat, I'm afraid I will be hungry tonight.
After dinner, Lin Zihan leaned on the sofa in the living room. He had three days left on vacation and it was time to go back to the training camp for training. What would Wu Kexin do then? What to do about Ding Ding?
Compared with long-term plans, Lin Zihan felt that solving the current chaotic life seemed to be more important.
She felt her arms sink, and there was a soft bounce on one arm. Wu Kexin climbed onto the sofa and huddled in Lin Zihan's arms, snuggling tightly on his shoulders.
"What's wrong?" Sensing Wu Kexin's strangeness, Lin Zihan's eyes softened a little when he looked at Wu Kexin. The little girl was nestled in his arms, her eyes calm and her expression peaceful.
"I miss my brother." After Wu Kexin finished speaking, he was silent for a long time before saying, "Is he really a bad person?" He blinked and looked at Lin Zihan expectantly, hoping to learn something from Lin Zihan's mouth. Get an answer.
Lin Zihan didn't know how to answer this question. If you want to say he is a bad guy, he betrayed himself and a lot of information about the training camp. He is undoubtedly a sinner of the training camp.
But he took his own life, saved many people, and sacrificed himself to win a war. He is a hero and deserves to be respected by everyone who survives.
Perhaps this is why Yan Yaoqing never made the information public or the matter public, in order to protect Wu Jianming's identity and to protect the people around him.
What was unexpected was that Wu Jianming's only sister, Wu Kexin, knew about it.
"No, he just did something wrong, but he is a good person, a hero, an excellent instructor, and a soldier with a strong heart." Recalling the dazzling white light.
That deafening explosion, risking your life, is easy to say, but there are a few people who will stand up and sacrifice themselves in desperate situations in exchange for a victory.
No matter what wrong things Wu Jianming has done, it cannot erase his contribution, his achievements in the training camp, or his sacrifice on the battlefield.
"After my parents passed away, my brother never cared about him. Every time he called, he just said a few words. I haven't leaned on my brother's shoulder for a long time." Wu Kexin heard Lin Zihan's answer.
He said slowly, with more sadness and regret in his tone.
In Wu Kexin's heart, Wu Jianming has always been a bad brother who never cared about him, but he is a good person. Seeing those information, Wu Kexin's only good impression of her brother was shattered.
Until he got Lin Zihan's answer, the brother in Wu Kexin's heart once again became the bad brother and the good person.
"It's okay, you have me now." Lin Zihan stretched out his hand, inserted his fingers into Wu Kexin's hair, and gently stroked Wu Kexin's head.
"Can you please don't leave me, don't leave me alone again, I'm really scared." Wu Kexin huddled on the sofa, shrank into Lin Zihan's arms, and hugged Lin Zihan with both hands.
Lin Zihan's hand went around Wu Kexin's shoulder and held her close to him, like a brother to his sister.
Wu Kexin was twenty years old, but she was like a teenager, petite, cute, and silly, sleeping peacefully in Lin Zihan's arms.
