Chapter 72: Injured Weekend (End)

He actually knew how bad his lifestyle was, but it was the result of his active choice.

Therefore, Zhuo did not feel angry or frustrated about Ling's cold words. He was not that pretentious and it was not a big deal.

Ling didn't need to worry about him being hurt or anything like that. Although her words were simple and sharp, she said them for Zhuo after all, and Zhuo could see it clearly.

But at this moment she lowered her eyes silently.

"If you want to eat anything, you can tell me in advance."

The golden hair blocked Zhuo's vision.

Zhuo couldn't see the expression on Ling's face when she said this, nor could he guess what was in her mindset when she said this.

"So... fried chicken?"

Zhuo seemed to be in a state of calm all of a sudden, and asked in an exaggerated and crisp tone.

When Ling heard this, her hair swayed. She observed him through the curtain-like gap in her blonde hair, then calmly withdrew her gaze.

"Okay. Tomorrow."

“Fried rice cake?”

"it is good."

"Fried spareribs, roasted pig's trotters, red meat, potato cakes, vegetable salad and rice."

"……it is good."

"That's all...thanks."

"..." Zero paused, turned around and looked at him with a puzzled look, as if to say: "?"

"A lot of things." Zhuo answered naturally.

Zero looked at him for another two or three seconds, then looked away as if nothing had happened and continued eating.

For the next five minutes, the two of them silently finished the not-so-good-tasting curry rice on their plates.

This time, Rei finished eating before Utsunomiya Shuo.

This is understandable, because if given a choice, Zhuo would definitely not eat this curry. Although it is not bad, it is definitely not delicious.

At around four or five in the afternoon, Ling suddenly removed the bandage on his leg.

Zhuo originally wanted to stop her, but when he saw that the wound on her leg had scabbed over, he shut his mouth obediently.

Is this so reasonable?

Such a deep wound, could it scab over in just one day and one night?
But later, after seeing Zero moving cautiously, he felt relieved.

Although the external wounds have scabbed over, the internal injuries have not yet healed, which means that the muscles and skin recover faster than the tendons and bones.

Dinner was still curry.

Something like curry, you cook a big pot at a time, and the leftovers are more fragrant than fresh ones...but Zhuo didn't expect the original soup to be so ordinary.

So I can only endure it.

After dinner, the kitchen sink was piled with dishes, including those from lunch.

People are always like this: they think food tastes delicious, but think washing dishes is dirty.

Utsunomiya Shuo stood in front of the wash basin, where dishes and chopsticks had long been soaked in water. He held a newly opened sponge in his hand, with a solemn expression. He lowered his head and asked carefully:
"are you ready?"

zero:"……"

Ling watched him act weird silently. She had seen that anime before. It was a very early cartoon produced in 1999.

"If you don't like it, I can do it." Zero gave another option.

Zhuo leaned back and gave her a look.
Do you look down on others? Do you look down on others?
Hey! He, Utsunomiya Shuo, likes to say "no" to people the most. I want to say no!

Then he started washing the dishes without saying a word.

"Do you still want to keep that?" While washing the dishes, Ling sat on the sofa and drank boiled water.

"Curry?"

"Correct."

Ling looked at the coffee table, where there was still half a bucket of curry soup left, and then looked towards the kitchen.

"I want to throw it away," Utsunomiya Zhuo thought for a moment and said, "My meal tomorrow is fried chicken, fried pork ribs, fried rice cakes, and braised pork, right?"

"Yes." Zero nodded on the sofa, not caring whether he could see it or not.

"But wouldn't it be a waste to throw it away?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

In the world of Her Royal Highness the Princess, these things are never considered.

But she still gave a solution: "If you don't know what to do, can you leave it to me?"

Zhuo's eyes widened slightly when he heard this, and he suddenly turned to look at her. He was touched and asked, "You like it very much? ... I mean curry."

"I don't like it." Zero said coldly.

wash:"……"

Bai was moved.

She glared at Ling, then turned back to washing the dishes: "Then it's up to you."

"it is good."

After washing the dishes, Zhuo walked out of the kitchen and did not sit on the sofa. Ling stood up holding the iron bucket of curry, nodded at him, and walked towards the apartment door.

She could have left a long time ago, she was just waiting for Zhuo to finish washing the dishes.

This was the first time that Utsunomiya Shuo followed her to see off a guest.

I watched as Ling put the curry bucket aside and put on his hiking shoes. His shoes got wet the day before yesterday, but they dried yesterday. It was only today that he had the chance to put them on.

The tiny figure of Ling, holding an iron bucket as big as half his body, disappeared in the elevator.

My hands and feet are a little cold.

My stomach feels a little uncomfortable.

I really want to drink water.

Zhuo stood in the corridor, looking out the window over the one-meter-high guardrail.

The weather was clear, with no clouds in the sky, the stars were shining, and the background was a blur of black ink.

...

...

Time: 11am this Sunday.

Location: Inside the villa of Blackstone Residence.

Jiude Mai and Su Enxi were both in pajamas when they were woken up by the housekeeper. Then they sat in a daze in front of the seven or eight meter long dining table in the restaurant, staring at the sealed iron barrel on the table in confusion.

The two girls looked at each other for a long time and then looked at the housekeeper at the same time.

"Who sent it?"

"It was said that it was sent by your friend from Tokyo, with your business card attached." The old butler bowed and replied.

Jiude Mai and Su Enxi looked at each other.

Su Enxi: "Three noes?"

"She's the only one left." Jiude Mai let down her guard and fell on the chair with her hands flipped over.

Su Enxi nodded and looked at the old housekeeper: "What's inside?"

“It should be curry.”

"Should?" Su Enxi was keenly aware of this word.

The old butler hesitated to speak, and after pondering for a long time, he could not think of any suitable words.

Su Enxi was getting impatient waiting, so she waved her hands and said, "Open it."

The iron barrel was opened. Although the shape, color and smell of some things were unclear, I could vaguely tell that it was curry.

"Is this the midnight snack that Sanwu sent us?" Su Enxi was a little uncertain.

"It can't be poison." Jiude Mai didn't care at all, because she wouldn't find it strange no matter what Sanwu did.

So he waved to the old housekeeper at the side and said, "Do you have any rice? If not, go out and buy some and put it on the plate. Anyway, I was woken up in the middle of my sleep, and I feel like I'm missing out if I don't eat something."

"clear."

The old butler bowed and walked out of the room.

Five minutes later, the porcelain plate was filled with reheated curry and rice from a star-rated restaurant. They gathered at a boundary line in the porcelain plate, with steam rising from the upper layer.

"It doesn't look like... poison." Su Enxi scooped up a piece with a silver spoon and put it into her mouth.

"How is it? Do we need to call a doctor?" Jiude Mai did not act rashly. She first observed whether the potato chip girl had any poisoning reaction, and then made a decision.

Su Enxi nodded at her, then scooped up another piece and swallowed it.

It looked delicious and she ate it with great relish.

Jiude Mai felt relieved, scooped up a large piece, put it into her mouth and tasted... tasted... tasted...

She put down her spoon and looked at the potato chips across from her.

Su Enxi also put down the spoon and spit the uneaten curry in her mouth into the trash can.

"It's definitely not poison..." Su Enxi had a blank expression on her face and wiped her mouth with the napkin on her chest: "...It's revenge."

(End of this chapter)