Chapter 419, Sanqiu Guizi

“…It’s really luxurious.”

After returning home, seeing the various dishes on the table, Zhuo couldn't help but speak his true feelings.

In short, the delicious birthday dishes on the table were a collection of all the food that Zhuo loved to eat from all over the world.

Since Ling moved in, she had to consider the taste and nutritional balance of the dishes she made, and also consider the cost, but today was different. She seemed to have taken out a considerable part of her savings to prepare for Zhuo's taste, and put out many dishes that Zhuo had eaten when she first met Ling.

If Zhuo really had to recall, she wouldn't remember what she had eaten or what she liked to eat before. At that time, Ling would bring all kinds of delicacies that she had never seen before every day, and Zhuo was already dazzled. From now on, Ling clearly remembers those dishes, and wrote down the ones that Zhuo liked to eat more, and made them today - well, if that's the case, she started to observe what she liked to eat at that time?

The most eye-catching dish on the table was crab roe rice topped with beef stew. This dish was not only expensive, but also time-consuming and labor-intensive to make, so Zhuo never ate it again after that.

In addition, there are chawanmushi, glazed steak, tofu egg lucky bag, tender yellow beef, cream cheese soup, etc. The portion is enough to make Zhuo full even if he only eats one of them, but there are many different types and appearances, and almost all of them are Zhuo's favorites. The reason why there are almost no vegetables is not that Zhuo hates vegetables, but that he prefers meat.

"The dishes I prepared today are all your favorites, without considering the variety and health. Only today is fine."

Ling placed a small plate of cream cheese soup in front of him, then used her hands to cut steak and fork it in front of him, adding elegantly: "Start eating more vegetables tomorrow." Perhaps she felt Zhuo's joy, her hands moved a little actively.

"Also, I will cook these dishes for you tomorrow. After all, the portions are too large this time, so there's no need to force yourself to finish them."

"How can I put it... I am so lucky to have you."

"Watch your words."

"Well... I'm so lucky to be caught by you?"

zero:"……"

Since the food on the table rarely appeared, although Zhuo wanted to cheer loudly, he suppressed the impulse and clasped his hands together.

Zhuo was not as grateful for food as the locals. What he never forgot was his thanks to the chef. As soon as he said "I'm ready to eat", he immediately put the crab roe rice into his mouth and then a smile naturally appeared on his face.

The beef was so tender that it could be cut with a spoon, and it didn't taste dry. It was very delicious with the spicy flavor of Sichuan pepper, which Zhuo particularly loved but was extremely rare in Neon and might not even be found. After chewing it carefully, you could tell that she had chosen the best ingredients.

The delicious taste went perfectly with the rice topped with beef broth. Zhuo nodded with deep feeling and tasted other dishes at a speed that would not make people feel that he had not eaten.

While Ling was eating elegantly, he stared at Zhuo without blinking.

"...what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Seeing you always eat with gusto makes me happy."

Lingyong said this in a toneless and expressionless voice, and Zhuo believed that she thought so. Then he heard her follow-up words "As long as you are satisfied", Zhuo smiled bitterly and continued to enjoy the food. In the blink of an eye, the plate was empty.

Because there are so many dishes, and the quantity of each dish is enough to challenge Zhuo's limit, even Zhuo, who is known for his "nonsense of delicious food", cannot finish them all.

Seeing Zhuo eating in a hurry, Ling's face showed a gentle expression. Then he slowly stood up and put his tableware in the sink.

Zhuo wanted to help, but just as he stood up, Ling said in a gentle but insistent tone, "There are other things to prepare." Zhuo had to sit down again in frustration. "What else?"

After Ling came back, she glanced at the water Zhuo poured for her, her eyes gradually dodging, not daring to look up, and her voice became softer. She hesitated for a moment before she said in a voice that was a little more determined than usual: "Zhuo, shall we drink some wine tonight?"

……

"drink wine?"

In Zhuo's impression over the past two years, Ling's vigilance towards alcohol is not much lower than towards men. Even when she was partying with Su Enxi and the others, Zhuo had never seen her take the initiative to drink. Zhuo, who knew her past life, naturally understood this very well.

Then, Zhuo saw Ling stretch out her white palm like tender lotus roots to put down the hairpin on her head, shake her slender neck, let her hair loose, and then open her palm to straighten her hair from her forehead, and then continue to stare at the table and nodded.

She stretched out her thumb and index finger to make a small cup gesture, then looked up at Zhuo and said, "I'm happy today, and you're happy too, so just drink a little."

If Zhuo remembered correctly, there was no alcohol at home before. I said before because there is alcohol now. In the luggage Ling brought on the day she moved in, in addition to daily necessities and many clothes she had never worn, there were also two bottles of vodka produced in Ling's hometown. But no one thought of drinking it at home, and no one mentioned it when everyone had dinner together, so it has been kept until now.

Ling said as he took out two goblets, cleaned them, and placed them on the coffee table. Along the rim of the cup, the light yellow liquid slowly flowed into the cup with the aroma of resuscitation.

Zhuo sat upright and tried his best to behave like a gentleman, not for any other reason, but just because Ling's action of pouring wine and the atmosphere at this moment made him feel particularly ceremonial.

Ling was sitting next to her. Although she never drank, her skillful movements in pouring wine made people feel that she was a wine connoisseur who tasted wine every day. Her deep blue eyes were fixed on the swaying liquid in the transparent glass the whole time.

She picked up a cup and handed it to Zhuo, but Zhuo was still a little worried.

"Zero, do you really want to drink?"

The cup was not taken away, so Ling took the initiative to place it in front of Zhuo's table.

"Long-winded ghost..."

"..."

Come to think of it, I haven't heard Ling scolding me for a long time since the two of them got together. I guess it's a scolding, but it doesn't feel like it at all. Instead, it has a bit of a coquettish tone.

Zhuo now feels that he is a bit of a jerk, because he finds that he actually likes Ling's toneless scolding of him, and he feels particularly comfortable after scolding him...

"You said you knew about the past, so do you know why I don't like drinking?"

“I know, it’s the discomfort caused by past experiences.”

Zhuo also picked up a cup and nodded slightly.

Ling watched him answer, then lowered her head to look at the liquid in her hand and slowly shook the cup like Zhuo. It was obviously her first time, but Zhuo felt that her movements looked much more graceful than his own.

(End of this chapter)