The lunch was very good, Shen Tianhuan and Zou Qiuyue’s cooking was good.
They made pan-fried steak. As soon as the fragrant black pepper steak was served, Zhang Hanju's mouth started to water. How can I put it this way? The experience of this game is so high. Even the smell is set so realistically that the meat is fragrant. Overflow.
She brushed off the spices and praised others. Zou Qiuyue and Shen Tianhuan cooperated tacitly. One prepared the dishes and the other cooked them. If these two people were in reality, they would probably be in harmony.
Just now, she was still kissing Xu Feiyang and Zou Qiuyue's sweet cp. Now that the two of them were cooking a meal, she started to change the target of her relationship.
Xu Feiyang talked to Yang Jiajia cautiously. There was an episode before lunch. When Xu Feiyang walked over to talk to Yang Jiajia, he accidentally touched the building blocks she piled. Xu Feiyang kept apologizing, but Yang Jiajia finally said three words, it's okay. .
Some people say it doesn't matter with reluctance and helplessness, but if a character like Yang Jiajia says it doesn't matter, then it really doesn't matter, because her indifferent expression has not become colder.
In fact, in love games, cold beauties like Yang Jiajia are the least popular. Although she is cool and sassy, and has the aura of strong logic and high computing power of a girl majoring in science and engineering, many men will stay away from her and dare not attack her.
Zhang Hanju wanted to persuade her, but no, he wanted to communicate with Ye Xuyang from the emotional awareness team to improve this character's character.
But what if female users like such a character setting? Forget it, don't change character attributes casually, this is not her job scope.
Today is the first day, so no one will leave the manor and return to the city for work. Six people have been cleaning up the accommodation rooms all afternoon.
After discussion, the men’s room was arranged on the second floor and the women’s room was on the third floor.
Each floor is an entire suite. Zhang Hanju's room is one of the bedrooms in the suite on the second floor. Looking outside, she can see the sunset, which reminds her that night in the game has arrived.
She sat on the floor-to-ceiling window, leaning against the wooden frame on one side, hugging her knees, and her eyes fell far away. Outside the manor were continuous mountains and forests. There was only one main road for normal travel, but there were countless other small roads. From time to time, there were Birds fly through the forest.
Zhang Hanju turned around and looked around. The lights were not turned on in the room. As the sun set, the room gradually became dim.
At this moment, she couldn't tell whether it was reality or a game.
It was as quiet as a deserted place, and in the blink of an eye, a kind of fear enveloped her tightly. She felt as if she was in a very empty wasteland, boundless, alone, and felt that this was a parallel world. She became She met a person she didn't even know, because this face was also very unfamiliar to her. The narrow fox eyes and thin red lips were very tempting.
This person is also named Zhang Hanju, but she is not Zhang Hanju.
She walked out of the room and went downstairs.
At this time, Xu Feiyang had already washed the dishes and was taking out a bottle of tomato sauce from the refrigerator.
"What are you going to do tonight?" Zhang Hanju picked up the hanging apron.
Xu Feiyang approached her and motioned for her to give him the apron, "Let me help you."
Zhang Hanju has already tied it up, "It's okay, don't use it."
Turning on the faucet, she washed her hands under the water, "What are you doing with ketchup?"
"I was planning on making pasta tonight, what about you?"
"I had steak for lunch and made pasta at night. Why do I eat Western food all day long? How about cooking some home-cooked food?"
Xu Feiyang said, "Okay, I just looked and there are cabbage, Chinese cabbage, purple cabbage in the refrigerator..."
"So many dishes?" Zhang Hanju has already thought of the recipe, "Let's make a cold purple cabbage first. Is there any coriander?"
"Yes." Xu Feiyang took out what she said.
"Then make vinegar-filled shredded potatoes and braised prawns."
"There are three dishes now."
"There are six of us." Zhang Hanju stood aside and looked at the things in the refrigerator. "Let's make another Coke chicken wings, garlic greens, and the soup will be tomato and egg soup. What do you think? Do you agree?"
Xu Feiyang nodded stiffly, "You have already decided and you still ask me?"
"Then we are partners. I always want to ask your opinion. By the way, do you have any taboos?" Zhang Hanju remembered.
Xu Feiyang said, "I asked them just now. Except for Zou Qiuyue, who can't eat mangoes, the others have no dietary restrictions. Do you have any dietary restrictions?"
"Me? I didn't, and you didn't either, right?"
"No, let's do it then. It's not too early."
"OK."
It's troublesome to deline the prawns. At this time, Shen Tianhuan happened to pass by and asked, "Do you want my help?"
Xu Feiyang was about to refuse, but Zhang Hanju had already given him the toothpick, "Remember, pick here so that you can pick the whole thing."
"Um."
He took the toothpick, put it aside, slightly opened the shrimp head, pulled out the shrimp thread directly from the shrimp head, closed the shrimp head, intact as before, and all the shrimp thread was picked out.
Zhang Hanju couldn't help but praise, "Awesome, your knowledge base of life skills is quite comprehensive." Then he thought, isn't this person's background a musician?
"But you can't touch this with your hands, right?" She just remembered.
"Why can't you touch it?" Shen Tianhuan asked.
"You're not..." Logically speaking, they don't understand each other right now, so how could she let it slip, "I see that your fingers are long and well protected."
"So you think I'm an artist and can't hurt my hands?"
"right."
"No, you guessed wrong." Shen Tianhuan said.
Just looking at his eyes, they looked so much like that old thief Zhong Xingfeng that she didn't dare to look directly at him.
"I'm not a musician." Shen Tianhuan added.
"You're not?" she wondered.
Only half a minute later, she slowly remembered that Shao Ze was the pianist and Shen Tianhuan was the rich second generation who took over the family business. She had confused the identities of the characters.
Fortunately, she didn't reveal her fault, and it was normal now. They were all guessing each other's identities. For example, Shen Tianhuan and Zou Qiuyue were cooking together at noon, and Zou Qiuyue also secretly inquired about his identity and preferences.
When I was little, my grandma said that when cooking with hot oil, one should not be distracted and think about things. But now, she thought too much. A drop of hot oil splashed on the back of her hand, "Wow, it's so hot!"
Xu Feiyang turned his back to her, holding a pile of tableware in his hand, and asked quickly, "Are you okay?"
She said, "It's okay, I'll run under the cold water."
Shen Tianhuan quickly turned on the faucet, held her arm and pulled her to the water, "You rinse for a while, and I'll cook."
"That's my job, you don't have to help me." She said as she rushed.
Xu Feiyang set the tableware and came over, "I'll cook. The two of us can handle it here."
Xu Feiyang was quite serious when he wasn't smiling. When he stopped laughing, Shen Tianhuan smiled slightly, "I don't mean anything else. I just saw that you guys seemed to be in a hurry and wanted to help."
"Actually, it's okay. The two of us are just slow. Slowness has the advantage of being careful."
Shen Tianhuan nodded and left the kitchen. Passing by Zhang Hanju, his arm deliberately brushed her shoulder, and he got his glasses from the side of the cooking table, "Sorry."
"It's okay, just take yours and I'll finish the water quickly." Zhang Hanju gave him a slight concession, asking him to touch his glasses faster.
I heard him say from behind, "Be careful next time."
