C115 (2/2)

Zhang Zijun had finished school earlier today, so he prepared to go home.

He had already thought of cooking a rich and delicious dinner for Auntie He Li. After all, he had not cooked for Aunt He Li for quite a few days already, and he missed her a bit.

He missed her smile, missed her appearance, missed her white socks.

Dusk, the home of his former aunt and close friend's son.

The dim light of the setting sun shone through the window onto the dining table in the middle of the room. Several plates were placed on top of the table, and a carp was placed on one of the plates.

A plate was filled with a small, stupid chicken that had already been chopped into pieces.

A plate was placed with chopped persimmon and eggs that had just been prepared.

Right now, Zhang Zijun was picking celery and stir-fried pork, which He Li liked to eat the most. She was so sick this time, he would definitely not reject this dish which she liked the most.

Halfway through, he suddenly thought of art teacher Wang Mengqian. He didn't know why, but he felt that something was wrong the moment he saw Wang Mengqian. Thinking back to the fight that happened at noon at the school gate, he put down the celery and lit a cigarette with a lonely expression.

He carefully recalled Wang Mengqian's every move and every move, it was simply too mystical, could it be that Wang Mengqian was also a normal teacher of the people?

Suddenly, the sound of someone turning the key came from the door. The door opened, and He Lu who had just came back from outside walked in.

Zhang Zijun said: ”Aunt, quickly take off your shoes and have a taste of my cooking skills.”

He Lu laughed, then pointed to the table full of raw meat and said: ”Zijun, what do you want me to taste? Are you treating me like a little animal? ”

Zhang Zijun turned around to look and slapped his head, ”Aiya, I forgot to do it. I'll make it for you. ”

This meal had captivated He Lu, she would never have thought that Zijun, the child who had grown up so fast, would actually be able to produce such a good culinary skill.

She clapped excitedly, ”Zijun, the food you cook is really too delicious. I am starting to admire you.”

”Oh? Worship? What do you worship? ” Zhang Zijun asked while holding the bowl.

He Lu said: ”You cooking is good, but I can't. I'm too stupid, I can't cook properly no matter how hard I try.”

After dinner, when Zhang Zijun and He Lu were chatting for a while, Zhang Zijun suddenly rang. When he picked up the call, he saw that it was from Zhao Xiaoshuang.

He took it up and asked, ”Senior, what instructions do you have for me?”

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Xiaoshuang said weakly: ”Zhang Zijun, I'm feeling unwell today, it's really too uncomfortable. I want you to come to my house to accompany me.”

In fact, Zhang Zijun wanted to reject her, but thinking of how she was bullied by the yellow-hair yesterday, and how she didn't reply to his WeChat for the entire day, it meant that she must have some sort of indescribable difficulties. Thus, he made He Lu send the food to the hospital for him to eat, and went over to Zhao Xiaoshuang's place.