Chapter 90: Although it is a dream life

The falling snowflakes gradually dyed the world in the night with a light white makeup. It seemed that even if the snow continued to fall all night, there would not be much snow accumulated the next day.

"If the snow is too heavy, it will cause traffic paralysis, so this is just right." Zhuo looked at the snow gradually piling up on the eaves outside the window and said to himself: "But even if there is no snow, driving fast in the snow is prone to traffic accidents because it is easy to slip."

Ling, who was staring at the road ahead in a daze, came to his senses and turned to look at him.

"What to say."

"In fact, this is a principle called 'hydroplaning phenomenon'. When the depth of the water reaches 0.25 centimeters and the speed of a small car reaches 91 kilometers per hour, the steering wheel and brakes may completely lose their function and the vehicle may be unable to be controlled. Hydroplaning phenomenon is also called tire floating or water floating phenomenon. In Japan, it is called water film phenomenon."

Zhuo also turned his head to look at her and explained seriously.

Zero was unmoved and said nothing.

They stared at each other for a few seconds.

very quiet.

"Okay, do you want to go up and sit down?" Zhuo turned his face away.

The reason I could say such irrelevant words was all thanks to the snow.

Correct!
It's all snow's fault.

Even though he turned his head away, he could still see from the corner of his eye that Ling was still looking at him. But she didn't say anything for a while, neither agreeing nor refusing, nor asking why.

A few awkward seconds passed.

Ling finally withdrew his gaze, unbuckled his seat belt without saying a word, opened the car door, and walked out.

The calm words coming from outside the car door saved Zhuo from embarrassment.

"I'll get dinner out."

"Huh? Dinner?"

He breathed a sigh of relief, then unbuckled his seat belt and opened the car door.

Zero was standing in the trunk area. The Aston Martin had its own trunk, albeit a small one.

"I have the goulash ready at the restaurant. Just one serving."

"Uh. I'm not trying to steal your food, am I?" Zhuo's tone was a little weak, "I'm just surprised that you haven't eaten yet. It's getting late now."

"Ah."

Ling bent down, and her petite figure disappeared in the shadow of the vehicle.

This is real.

A supercar with such a low chassis can actually cover people.

Sure enough, there are all kinds of strange things in this world.

I guess the sports car itself didn't expect it could cover a person.

"What's wrong?"

"……fine."

Ling appeared from behind the car with a casserole in his hand, and seeing Zhuo's puzzled expression, he immediately asked in doubt. But no matter what, Zhuo couldn't say what he was thinking.

Looking at his expression pretending to be calm, Ling seemed puzzled. He tilted his head intelligently, thought for a moment, and said.

"I can give you some."

Zhuo was silent for a moment: "... Just a little?"

"Ah."

Zero nodded as a matter of course.

"But you have a pot."

Zhuo looked at the casserole she was holding with her hands wearing baking gloves. The casserole was bigger than Zhuo's hips.

"Ah."

Zero nodded as a matter of course.

……

“… Phew—it’s delicious.”

Although I have already eaten, how can I say no when I see the delicious food in front of me!
What kind of rubbish could do that!?!
Lingzheng held a small bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, sipping the beef soup in small sips.

"Ling, you lied." Zhuo said.

Zero heard the words,

She stopped the spoon in her hand, turned her head and looked at him with a puzzled look.

"You obviously did this."

Zhuo said so.

After all, he has been eating the meals she made for so long, so he can still do this... Of course, this might be Zhuo's only outstanding feature.

Because it was Christmas, the beef stew served from the car was even more delicate than usual.

Better than the chef of Yurina's family. Your Highness is super strong!

And there’s more than just goulash.

Part of the beef is cooked into other dishes.

The beef stew is cooked slowly over low heat and made into beef patties, which are placed in the inner layer of the casserole to keep warm.

Seeing him say this with a smug look on his face, Zero calmly turned his head back and began to enjoy the beef patty by cutting and eating.

The crust was baked very crispy, and the surface even broke apart when it was cut. The moment it was cut, the rich sauce of the stewed beef immediately flowed out along the cut, coupled with the crispy texture... what the hell, what can I do if I still want to eat it.

even.

Zhuo Yan suspected that the pie crust was made by Ling himself.

Because the crust of the beef pie was made in the style of French mille-feuille, it is possible that she was preparing another batch of dough for dessert while kneading the pie crust. This is simply the level of a pastry chef.

Super!

Hesitated again and again,

Zhuo grabbed one of the four pieces of beef patties on Ling's plate and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ling raised his head and glanced at him indifferently, then lowered his head and continued eating himself.

Like nothing happened.

Zhuo had a bulge in his mouth. He smiled at her, then chewed and swallowed it.

He wasn't worried at all that Zero would be mad at him for taking food off her plate, because it wasn't the first time.

I usually do this.

There was no particular reason for him to do so.

Maybe the one in other people’s bowls tastes better.

Maybe Zero is used to it.

From the beginning, I felt that I had not prepared enough and thought that Zhuo did not have enough to eat, so I silently gave him some...Now, he just glanced at me lightly and had no reaction.

If she continues like this, one day she won't even bother to look up.

Zhuo thought so as he swallowed the beef patty mixed with rich soup in his mouth.

And during this period of time, since Ling started cooking at his house, Zhuo discovered one thing—although it was very small, every time he cooked a clean meal and then slumped on the sofa with a look of "this is enough for my life", the aura around Ling would become much softer.

Although it is very strange, I can actually feel the change in aura.

But her poker face was indeed a little more... or a little less indifferent than usual.

Zhuo didn't know why, so he could only guess: "Perhaps she felt relieved as a chef when she saw him finish the food she cooked."

Zhuo is actually a very picky eater.

You can tell from the fact that he usually prefers to only eat the school's curry, a certain kind of fast food bento, and that restaurant called "Mo".

If Zero's cooking is not delicious, he will never let himself down even if the dish in front of him is made by Mei Shochu himself.

Zhuoneng always makes it clean, simply because it tastes good, that’s all.

Utsunomiya Shuo believes that he does not have any extra material desires. Desires are endless, but if he does not think about those things, he can live a very easy life... as long as no one shows off in front of him.

In this case, appetite is probably the only thing he wants now.

Every day, someone prepares delicious meals on time and serves them on the table right in front of him without him having to do anything.

This kind of life is probably what he has always dreamed of.

Think of this.

Naturally, I think of the future.

If there are no unexpected conflicts, we can enjoy such days for another two years.

Two years later, Kassel Academy will go to Neon to recruit a certain loser... Zero will also enter Kassel Academy instead of staying in Neon.

Despite this, Zhuo did not intend to do anything extra.

——People should have self-knowledge.

Zhuo turned his head to glance at Ling. She was stacking the used plates together, neatly, like a masterpiece of some obsessive-compulsive disorder.

She doesn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, she's just serious about her work and a little bit of a germaphobe.

Zhuo withdrew his gaze.

　Thanks to the core brothers of Hanfeng for the monthly ticket.

　　Thanks to brother Hongyu Xingchen for the two monthly tickets.

　　thank.

　　Thank you for your 100-point reward in July.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)