Chapter 1243 Back Home

Yuan Zhou was holding back these words until the four of them got on the plane and sat down before he had the chance to speak.

Zheng Jiawei naturally bought the first-class cabin. Yuanzhou and Lian Carpenter sat in the first row, while Zheng Jiawei and Wu Hai sat in the back row.

Sitting behind Yuan Zhou's seat was Zheng Jiawei.

"Zheng Jiawei, do you have a younger brother or older brother? You don't have to be particularly outstanding, just about the same as you." Yuan Zhou turned to look at Zheng Jiawei and said seriously.

"This is really not the case. I am the only son in the family." Zheng Jiawei replied seriously.

"Oh." Yuan Zhou nodded and prepared to turn back.

"Wait a minute." Wu Hai turned sideways and looked at Yuan Zhou.

Yuanzhou said nothing and looked at Wu Hai, waiting for him to speak.

"Although Zheng Jiawei has no brothers, I do have a sister." Wu Hai said with a deep expression, stroking his mustache.

"Forget it about your sister." Yuanzhou said immediately, remembering Wu Lin raising Wu Hai with one hand.

"I just said that my sister might know someone like Zheng Jiawei." Wu Hai said.

"Oh, thank you, no, I just wanted to ask." After Yuan Zhou said that, he immediately turned around.

There was no way, what Wu Hai said was too strange. What he wanted was an all-around supporter like Zheng Jiawei, not an output-oriented fighter like Wu Lin.

What's more, as the old saying goes, those who are close to vermillion are red and those who are close to ink are black. Wu Lin, a damage-type warrior, should be of the same type.

"Really?" Wu Hai stood up and leaned on the back of Yuan Zhou's chair and asked.

"No need." Yuan Zhou affirmed.

"Okay." Wu Hai nodded disappointedly, then turned around and sat down.

"Okay, Xiaohai, take a nap and we'll be there when you wake up." Zheng Jiawei directly fastened Wu Hai's seat belt and comforted him.

"Okay." Wu Hai nodded, and sure enough, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"You kid, you're not getting what you want." Lian Carpenter said teasingly.

"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded.

"That Wu Hai is a painter,

It's also true that stupid people have stupid blessings. You usually specialize in cooking, but you don't need those. "Lian Carpenter thought for a while and then comforted him.

"Well, thank you, master." Yuan Zhou said.

"Okay, I'm getting old, I won't say any more, I'm going to take a nap." Seeing that Yuan Zhou was not disappointed, Lian Carpenter closed his eyes with satisfaction and went to rest.

Although Zheng Jiawei arranged this trip very well, Lian Carpenter was still a little tired after walking for so many days. He closed his eyes and fell asleep soon after.

Yuanzhou picked up the blanket and gently placed it on Lian Carpenter's chest before sitting down and doing his own thing.

Yuan Zhou took out a book on pottery and started reading it. At the same time, he also had a dialectical encyclopedia of Chinese medicine in his hand.

Since you have studied nutrition, you must also know some pharmacological knowledge about traditional Chinese medicine. After all, Chinese food always emphasizes the origin of medicine and food. Some ingredients are simply medicinal materials, and some medicinal materials are also food ingredients.

Under such circumstances, it is necessary to know some knowledge about traditional Chinese medicine.

Yuan Zhou spent the six hours on the plane reading. For this trip, Zheng Jiawei arranged to get on the plane at 10 noon and arrive at Rongcheng Airport at 4 pm.

This way, after returning home, we can go back to each house to have dinner, which can be said to be a very good arrangement.

As usual, there was a car to pick me up when I left the airport. It was a seven-seater business car with plenty of room for four people and luggage.

He first sent Lian Carpenter back to his home, then sent Yuan Zhou and Wu Hai back to Taoxi Road. Zheng Jiawei was the last to take the car back.

"Ruan Yuan Yuan, let's have dinner together tonight." Wu Hai looked at Yuan Zhou expectantly and asked as soon as he got out of the car.

"I eat noodles." Yuan Zhou said calmly.

"It's okay, I love noodles." Wu Hai said immediately.

"You want clear soup noodles too?" Yuan Zhou said.

"Eat, eat whatever you make." Wu Hai smashed the remaining meaty taste in his mouth and nodded.

"Okay, you can come over tonight." Yuan Zhou looked helpless and nodded.

"Then I'll go back and put my luggage and come over." Wu Hai said enthusiastically.

"No, let's take a shower first." Yuan Zhou stopped him immediately.

"Okay, I'll be here at seven o'clock." Wu Hai nodded, turned around and went back with his bag on his back.

This is why Zheng Jiawei just returned home with confidence and didn't order dinner for Wu Hai, because he believed in Wu Hai's face.

Yes, Wu Hai followed Yuan Zhou to the back alley of Taoxi Road just now, just for his own rations at night.

"Woof woof." Noodle soup and rice came hand in hand, occupying Yuan Zhou's feet one on the left and the other on the right.

However, neither the noodle soup nor the rice touched Yuan Zhou. The rice swirled around his legs, while the noodle soup squatted coldly, looked up at Yuan Zhou, looked at the cute appearance of the two little ones, and said in a gentle voice. : "How about it? I still have enough dried meat these days."

"Woof woof woof." Nian Tang barked several times, as if in reply.

The rice on the side cleverly came over with his own bowl at the back door.

The celadon bowl was clean, as if it had been washed. Of course, before Yuan Zhou left, it was full of dried meat and some of Yuan Zhou's homemade dog food.

"The food is very clean." Yuanzhou thought of Wu Hai when he saw this bowl.

"Woof woof." Rice was very happy, as if he had been praised, and went back with the bowl in his mouth.

On the other hand, the noodle soup on the side was cold, but he suddenly stood up and took his own bowl with a tarpaulin bag over it.

"Pop" and put it at Yuan Zhou's feet, then looked up at Yuan Zhou.

"Well, you eat the noodle soup very cleanly." Yuan Zhou couldn't help laughing when he saw the noodle soup behavior.

"Wow." After listening to Yuan Zhou's words, Nian Tang went back with something in his mouth.

"Since you have finished all the food, let's eat noodles tonight." Yuan Zhou nodded and said.

"Woof." This time it was Mi Mi's delicate cry. It jumped twice with joy, and then sat obediently at the back door of the tavern.

"Then I'll go in first, and dinner will be delivered to you later." Yuan Zhou explained a few words seriously before opening the back door and walking into the shop he hadn't seen for a few days.

As soon as Yuan Zhou entered the door, the kitchen instantly lit up without pressing a switch, as if to welcome him as the master.

The kitchen was just as it was when Yuan Zhou left, clean as new and spotless, and the glazed table was still clean and shining.

"I didn't feel it when I left, but I felt a little more friendly when I came back." Yuan Zhou looked around the kitchen before carrying the suitcase upstairs with one hand.

Back downstairs, Yuanzhou put down his suitcase and took out a change of clothes to wash up without having time to pack it.

After all, it had been eight hours since he had washed up, and Yuan Zhou, who had obsessive-compulsive disorder, felt that he couldn't bear it anymore.

Sometimes mysophobia can be developed. For example, like Yuan Zhou, you only need to wash once when you get up, once after exercise, once before and after breakfast, lunch and dinner, and wash five or six times a day, and then you will develop this mysophobia. .

Even if you just rinse it once every time, you can develop mysophobia even if you smell the fumes.

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