Before going out, He Xianmo took the access card from the shoe cabinet. He swiped the card and returned to the apartment. When he walked in and saw Zhou Ruo sitting on the sofa, he frowned slightly.
Zhou Ruo didn't notice this. Her attention was attracted by the huge shopping bag in He Xianmo's hand, "Why did you buy so much? Isn't it just spaghetti with meat sauce?"
Of course He Xianmo would not answer this question. He took off his shoes and walked barefoot towards the restaurant.
Zhou Ruo had long been accustomed to He Xianmo's mute state. She curled her lips and tugged on the shoulder strap of her nightgown without minding it, and followed him step by step.
After Zhou Ruo followed, he saw He Xianmo sorting out the shopping bag. When he saw him taking out baguettes and steaks from the bag, Zhou Ruo raised an eyebrow and said, "Why did you still buy this? Is the beef mince gone?"
When she asked this question, He Xianmo happened to take out the minced beef.
So I bought both things.
Zhou Ruo asked knowingly: "Why do you still buy more?"
He Xianmo didn't even raise his eyebrows, "Didn't you mention it?"
"Oh, but I just said that casually. I didn't expect Doctor He to be so concerned about what I said." Zhou Ruo took two steps towards him and said with a smile, "It seems that Doctor He was very satisfied with what he did just now. "
He Xianmo took the ingredients and walked to the island, ignoring her words.
Zhou Ruo didn't mind at all, "Doctor He is so considerate, your girlfriend is so lucky, I envy you."
He Xianmo paused while opening the can of tomatoes.
She said she was envious.
"It seems that I have to find a chef whose skills are similar to Dr. He's." Zhou Ruo's lazy words interrupted He Xianmo's thoughts.
He sneered, his eyes dimmed again, and he took the corkscrew and twisted it hard.
Zhou Ruo got into the mood today and sat in the restaurant to watch the whole process of He Xianmo cooking - he was very skillful in his movements, and he looked like a regular cook. He was also clean and organized, cleaning up while cooking, and the countertop was not dirty at all.
When Zhou Ruo saw him cutting food with a knife, he suddenly became curious about what he looked like during the operation.
He Xianmo is an outpatient doctor. It seems that he has not been on the operating table very often?
Thinking of this, Zhou Ruo asked casually: "Doctor He, do you usually go to the operating table?"
He Xianmo raised his head and glanced at Zhou Ruo, "Not much."
Zhou Ruo: "Oh, that's it."
He Xianmo: "I haven't worked for a long time and don't have much clinical experience."
It was not his turn to perform a major cardiac surgery with his qualifications. Before, he had participated in the treatment and was also an auxiliary.
"That's right." After He Xianmo said this, Zhou Ruocai realized that he seemed to have only graduated a year or two ago.
Maybe it's because He Xianmo usually behaves too old-fashioned. Zhou Ruo always feels that there is a generation gap between them. In fact, they are only one year apart in age.
Zhou Ruo joked, "I forgot, Dr. He is still very young."
He Xianmo read the implication: "I'm only one year older than you."
Zhou Ruo: "Oh~ Doctor He still remembers my age? Is he paying so much attention to me?"
She started again.
He Xianmo didn't want to be teased by her, so he chose to stay silent and flipped the silicone spatula to collect the juice from the pasta.
After the final work was completed, He Xianmo put the pasta on a plate and brought the two plates to the dining table.
When Zhou Ruozheng was about to get the tableware, He Xianmo had already rushed over, so she went to the refrigerator and took out two bottles of water.
Zhou Ruo placed the water in He Xianmo's hand, opened the bottle and took a sip, then picked up a fork and ate the noodles.
After taking a bite, Zhou Ruo suddenly raised his eyebrows, then frowned again and slowed down his chewing speed.
After He Xianmo saw this scene, his eyes were all focused on her expression, and his heart lifted up unconsciously.
Tomato Bolognese Pasta is a dish he is very proficient in, so he shouldn't put in the wrong seasonings and cause the taste to be wrong, right?
And this dish was also what she ordered——
"Isn't it delicious?" He Xianmo asked.
"NO, it's very special." Zhou Ruo commented after taking a sip of water, "It's different from what I've eaten before. It feels very familiar."
It was rare for her to think so hard, "Oh, yes, it's like the tomato braised noodles my aunt made when I was a kid."
After He Xianmo heard this description, the expression on his face became indescribable. He really couldn't tell whether Zhou Ruo's words were praise or derogation.
Zhou Ruo saw his doubts and said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm complimenting you."
She picked up the fork again, "I really don't have much appreciation for food, so I can't find the right words, but when I was a kid I loved eating the tomato noodles made by my aunt, and now I eat them every time I go back."
This should be the most detailed time Zhou Ruo has ever taken the initiative to mention her family privacy.
He Xianmo said "hmm" and asked, "Will you go back often?"
"Maybe once or twice a year." Zhou Ruo thought for a while, "I will go back when there is something wrong at home, and I will definitely go back during the Spring Festival."
This is a long-standing tradition of the Zhou family. The Spring Festival must be a reunion of the whole family.
Therefore, even people like her and Zhou Yi who usually wander around will return home as promised before the Spring Festival.
Zhou Ruo's words surprised He Xianmo. She didn't look like a family-loving person. She didn't expect to have such traditional family values.
After Zhou Ruo said this, He Xianmo became even more curious about her family background - it was not that he wanted to know about her family background, but he was just curious about what kind of environment could cultivate a person like her. He was the best among the women he had ever seen. She is the most rational person when it comes to relationships between men and women. It seems that no one can make her get involved and get involved deeply.
He Xianmo wanted to know whether she had always been like this or whether she became like this after experiencing certain things.
Although he was curious, He Xianmo suppressed the question and did not ask.
Zhou Ruo wouldn't like him, an "irrelevant person", inquiring into her privacy.
Later, during the meal, the two of them remained silent in tacit agreement.
It was rare for Zhou Ruo to eat so much at night. She finished a whole portion of spaghetti with meat sauce. She put down her fork and said "thank you" to He Xianmo.
He Xianmo: "Oh, okay."
Zhou Ruo glanced at the time and said, "Then you can go back and drive carefully on the road later."
He Xianmo's shoulders stiffened, his eyes fixed on her, but he didn't reply.
Although he didn't speak, there was obvious anger and sadness in his eyes, as if he was questioning her: That's it?
Probably because he is a soft-spoken cannibal, Zhou Ruo glanced at the empty plate and found out with rare conscience, "If Dr. He doesn't mind, you can stay here. I don't care."
As soon as she said these words, He Xianmo inexplicably thought of what she had said before about the men's clothes in the cloakroom.
He Xianmo sneered in his nose: "You don't care."
If you can allocate a cabinet to men in the cloakroom, what does it matter?
After all, he is not the first.
Zhou Ruo heard He Xianmo's smile and walked around the dining table to come to him.
He Xianmo moved his lips, but before he could ask her what she wanted to do, Zhou Ruo had already sat on his lap and hooked her arms around his neck.
"Go down." He Xianmo reminded her with a frown.
"I really like seeing you with such a tough mouth..." Zhou Ruo touched his Adam's apple, "How did Shirley tolerate you for four years?"
