bioinnovel Chapter 263 You're talking nonsense!
Chapter 263 You're talking nonsense!
The train arrived at the station at 8:12 AM.
Zhang Yan walked out of the ticket gate carrying a canvas backpack.
Wang Hao followed behind, dragging his suitcase, yawning as he walked.
I slept for more than ten hours on the way, but the more I slept, the more tired I became.
"I'm going back to my dorm to catch up on some sleep," Wang Hao said vaguely. "What about you?"
"go home."
Wang Hao paused for a moment, then revealed a sly smile, as if he had been there all along.
"Alright, alright, let's go home and have a proper...reunion with your sister-in-law."
Zhang Yan ignored him.
We exited the station.
A black Maybach was parked directly opposite the exit.
He recognized the license plate number.
The car door opened.
Nie Qingcheng got out of the back seat.
I wasn't wearing business attire today.
She wore a beige cashmere coat, her hair was casually tied in a low ponytail, and she wasn't wearing much makeup.
But even standing there, he still drew frequent glances from passing travelers.
She leaned against the car door, arms crossed, watching Zhang Yan walk over.
There was a smile in his eyes.
There was also a tiny bit—a very, very small bit… of feeling wronged.
"Two and a half days," she said.
Zhang Yan walked up to her.
"What's wrong with two and a half days?"
"You said two days, but you've added half a day to that."
"There's a traffic jam on the road."
Why is the train stuck in traffic?
Zhang Yan threw his backpack into the back seat and turned to look at her.
"You've lost weight."
Nie Qingcheng blinked.
That bit of grievance was instantly shattered.
She turned her face away and opened the car door.
"Get in the car."
Zhang Yan got into the car.
Nie Qingcheng sat next to him as the car started.
The two people were about a fist's width apart.
Nie Qingcheng looked out the window.
Zhang Yan also looked out the window.
Three seconds later.
Nie Qingcheng reached out and hooked her little finger with his.
Zhang Yan didn't move.
She leaned forward a little more, tucking her whole hand into his palm.
Zhang Yan grasped it.
"You've really lost weight," he said.
Nie Qingcheng remained silent.
But they gripped each other even tighter.
……
Back at the villa.
Zhang Yan put down his backpack, and before he could even sit down, Nie Qingcheng pulled him into the kitchen.
"You promised."
She leaned against the kitchen counter, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Braised pork belly, winter melon and pork rib soup, and handmade wontons—I can't do without any of them."
Zhang Yan glanced at the ingredients neatly arranged on the counter.
Pork belly, spare ribs, winter melon, wonton wrappers, and minced meat.
Everything was bought in advance.
Even the rock sugar was served in a separate small bowl.
Zhang Yan looked at the bowl of rock sugar.
I remembered the message she sent—"Remember to add rock sugar to the braised pork."
He smiled.
Then I saw the apron hanging on the hook next to the kitchen counter.
pink.
It has a cartoon pig with a grinning face printed on it.
"..."
"Put it on." Nie Qingcheng's tone left no room for negotiation.
Zhang Yan looked at the apron, then at her.
Admit defeat.
Tie on the apron.
Nie Qingcheng took out her phone and took a picture.
"What are you doing?"
"Save it." She smiled. "I'll post it on my WeChat Moments when we argue in the future."
Zhang Yan chose not to comment on this behavior.
He bent down and began preparing the ingredients.
Cut the pork belly into chunks and blanch it in cold water to remove the blood foam.
Cut the pork ribs into sections and blanch them as well.
Peel the winter melon and cut it into thick slices.
Mix the wonton filling with scallion and ginger water until it becomes sticky.
Nie Qingcheng moved a high stool and sat down to watch.
Chin resting on the back of the hand.
She enjoyed watching him cook.
Zhang Yan's cooking style was different from usual.
The movements were quick but not rushed; each step seemed calculated.
The sound of a kitchen knife cutting things is even and crisp, like a metronome.
"What did you do in the mountains?" she asked.
"Sketching".
"You're kidding me."
"I went hiking."
"and then?"
"I attended a wedding."
Nie Qingcheng remained quiet for a while.
"Is it pretty?"
"It's quite lively." Zhang Yan put the pork belly into the pot to stir-fry, and added rock sugar to caramelize it.
"...I'm talking about the wedding."
"I know." He didn't even look up. "You decide what kind you want."
Nie Qingcheng didn't ask any more questions.
But Zhang Yan caught a glimpse of her smiling with her head down.
It took almost an hour to prepare the meal.
When the three dishes and one soup were placed on the table, Nie Qingcheng's eyes lit up.
The braised pork belly is a deep reddish-brown color, and it trembles when touched with chopsticks.
The winter melon and pork rib soup was stewed until it turned milky white, and a few goji berries were sprinkled on top.
The wonton wrappers are thin and the filling is generous; they float in the clear soup like ingots.
Nie Qingcheng picked up a piece of braised pork.
Put it in your mouth.
The moment you bite into it, the layers of fat and lean meat are distinct, and the caramel sweetness of rock sugar and the salty umami of soy sauce melt on your tongue.
She closed her eyes.
I chewed it for a long time.
Then she opened her eyes and looked at Zhang Yan.
"You're not allowed to leave again."
His tone was extremely serious.
Zhang Yan picked up a piece of winter melon and put it in her bowl.
"Have a meal."
Nie Qingcheng buried her head and ate three bowls.
This woman, who usually eats with elegance and poise, completely lost her composure when faced with Zhang Yan's cooking.
After finishing the meal.
The two of them snuggled up on the sofa to watch a movie.
Nie Qingcheng chose a romance movie, but within the first ten minutes, she started cursing at the male lead's intelligence.
"Someone like that would be fired on their very first day at my company."
"This is a movie."
"Movies also need to follow basic logic."
Zhang Yan did not argue further.
She cursed for half an hour, then, exhausted, she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Tired?"
"Not sleepy."
Three minutes later, her breathing became even.
Zhang Yan glanced down at her.
There is a faint blue ring around the eyes.
I don't know how many nights I've stayed up these past few days.
They say they're not worried, but their actions speak louder than words.
He reached out and turned off the TV.
He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
In a half-dreaming, half-awake state, Nie Qingcheng grabbed his collar.
"Zhang Yan".
"Um."
"You smell like pine trees."
"It came from the mountain."
"Smells good."
She buried her face in his neck.
"Don't go."
The voice was soft, tinged with drowsiness.
It also carried with it all the unease that had accumulated from the past few days of eating instant noodles and drinking plain porridge alone in the empty villa, and holding meetings until late at night.
Zhang Yan put her on the bed.
She didn't let go.
Instead, they gripped it even tighter.
Her eyes were half-open, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye was particularly clear in the warm light.
"You promised me," she said.
Zhang Yan bent down.
"I am here."
That night, the moonlight peeked through the gaps in the curtains and fell on the foot of the bed.
The city lights outside the window were quiet.
……
the next day.
Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains.
When Zhang Yan opened his eyes, Nie Qingcheng was lying on his chest, her hair half-disheveled and spread on the pillow.
Breathing evenly.
I'm sleeping very soundly.
He didn't move.
My phone vibrated on the bedside table.
Zhang Yan glanced at the screen.
An unfamiliar number.
No... not unfamiliar.
It's Professor Yan's number.
Zhang Yan's expression shifted subtly for a moment.
He carefully pulled his arm out from under Nie Qingcheng.
She snorted, turned over, and went back to sleep.
Zhang Yan picked up his phone and tiptoed to the balcony.
connected.
"Feed?"
"Zhang Yan!" Professor Yan's voice boomed like an anti-aircraft gun, "Where are you?!"
Zhang Yan moved his phone an inch further away.
"In Jinghai."
"So, are you going to school or not?!"
"……superior."
"Go? Go my ass!"
Professor Yan's anger could be felt even through the radio waves. "First year, second semester! How many days have you attended class since the semester started?"
"Count it yourself! Other students are terrified to ask for a week's leave, but you, you ask for months at a time!"
Zhang Yan looked embarrassed.
There's really no way to refute that.
During this period, he traveled to Changbai Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, the Golden Triangle, the East China Sea, the Ten Thousand Mountains in Southwest China, and even went to Wang Hao's hometown to build an 87-ton mecha.
I haven't really sat in university classrooms much.