HCB Chapter 254 I'll make it for you!
Chapter 254 I'll make it for you!
The room was arranged on the third floor.
One guest room with two beds.
Clean and simple.
The window was pushed open, and it faced the mountains behind the village.
Qinglong Ridge.
Zhang Yan stood by the window.
The mountain is very close.
It was so close that you could see the veins of the bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest on the mountainside.
The evening light slanted down from above the mountain ridge, turning the entire mountain a deep, dark green.
The mountain's outline is steady and massive.
The rolling hills extend into the depths.
There is no end in sight.
His gaze swept across the folds of the mountain ridges.
The system automatically displayed terrain data in my mind.
The main peak of Qinglong Ridge is 1347 meters above sea level.
The mountain range behind it extends for about forty kilometers.
Population density: zero.
Signal coverage: almost non-existent.
Vegetation coverage: 97%.
The geological structure is stable.
Granite base.
Suitable for large-scale, heavy-duty operations.
perfect.
"Yan-ge!" Wang Hao called from downstairs, "Come down for dinner! My second aunt made chicken! It smells amazing!"
Zhang Yan closed the window.
He picked up his phone and sent Nie Qingcheng a third message.
"We've arrived. The mountains are huge. The air is wonderful."
I thought for a second.
Another sentence was added.
"miss you."
Send it out.
He looked at those three words on the screen.
Then he put his phone in his pocket.
Go downstairs.
……
Dinner was set out under the shed in the yard.
The moon has already risen.
I don't even need to check the weather forecast to know... tonight will be sunny.
Because the sky was full of stars.
It's a hundred times more than Jinghai.
The glistening braised chicken with chestnuts steamed in the earthenware pot, a large bowl of braised pork belly with alternating layers of fat and lean meat was laid out, along with stir-fried bamboo shoots with cured pork, pickled fish, and stir-fried water spinach.
The rice was steamed over a wood-fired stove, with a layer of golden-brown crispy rice at the bottom.
Wang Hao has already started.
I ate two bowls of rice.
They are launching an attack on the third bowl.
Wang Jianguo sat opposite Zhang Yan and placed two earthen bowls on the table.
He picked up a pot of local liquor.
"Zhang Yan, right? Come on, have a drink."
"Homemade rice wine won't give you a headache."
Zhang Yan picked up the bowl and smiled.
"Thank you, Uncle."
I touched it.
I took a sip.
The rice wine isn't very strong, but it has a long-lasting aftereffect.
"Good wine."
Just those two words.
Wang Jianguo's eyes lit up.
"You know your stuff, kid! Come on, another bowl!"
His aunt, who was standing nearby, smiled and stopped him.
"You're already pouring money on that young man who just arrived!"
"No pouring! This is a welcome!"
The people at the table laughed.
Zhang Yan's lips also curved into a smile.
Not big.
But it's true.
This feeling is very unfamiliar.
And it's very familiar.
Like the canteen at the orphanage where he was a child.
The lively atmosphere of everyone gathering around a meal.
He hadn't experienced that in a long time and was starting to miss it.
It wasn't the gentle warmth that Nie Qingcheng gave him, the kind of warmth that belonged only to the two of them.
It's a rougher, noisier, and more down-to-earth kind of warmth.
He lowered his head and picked up a piece of chestnut chicken with his chopsticks.
"tasty."
My second aunt was overjoyed.
"Eat as much as you like! There's more in the pot!"
Wang Hao lifted his greasy face.
"Brother Yan, you have to try that cured pork! It's amazing!"
Zhang Yan picked up a slice of cured meat.
It's really good.
The smoky flavor is rich, and the fatty parts have been stewed until translucent, melting in your mouth.
My phone vibrated in my pocket.
He put down his chopsticks.
I took it out and glanced at it.
Nie Qingcheng's reply.
Only two words.
"I also."
A photo followed.
She sat alone on the sofa in the villa's living room.
She was wearing that light blue silk nightgown.
Her hair was loose and draped over her shoulders.
On the coffee table in front of me was a takeout order and a glass of red wine.
The takeout box was opened.
It contains oden.
She wasn't looking at the camera.
He was poking at a meatball with his head down.
The expression is unclear.
But Zhang Yan noticed the empty seat on the table.
There was no one in the chair opposite.
He stared at the photo for three seconds.
Then type.
"I'll make it for you when we get back."
"What are you doing?"
"Everything you want to eat.
There was no immediate reply.
About half a minute later.
A voice message.
Zhang Yan did not listen at the time.
He put his phone back in his pocket.
look up.
The stars are very bright.
The wind blew down from the mountain, carrying the scent of bamboo leaves and earth.
The light bulbs under the shed emitted a dim, yellowish light.
Wang Hao was competing with his cousin Wang Dazhuang to see who could eat more.
My second aunt was urging my second uncle to stop drinking.
The child was chasing the stray dog, running around the table.
Zhang Yan picked up the bowl.
He took another sip of rice wine.
he thinks--
Once the Tyrannosaurus Rex is built.
Once the "ruins" are resolved.
When it's all over.
He wanted to bring Nie Qingcheng to a place like this.
Do nothing.
Just sit there.
eat.
drink wine.
Look at the stars.
When this thought flashed through my mind.
His fingers touched his phone in his pocket.
The unlistened voice message is still there.
He probably knew what was inside.
There are only three possibilities.
The first method: Scold him.
The second way: Tell him you miss him.
The third approach: scold him first, then say you miss him.
But he wasn't in a hurry to listen.
Because no matter which one it is.
Both are good.