bioinnovel Chapter 248 The Zhang Family, Cooking Noodles, Life Returns to Peace
Chapter 248 The Zhang Family, Cooking Noodles, Life Returns to Peace
"Dad is a superhero who beats up the bad guys!"
Nuonuo proudly held up the crumpled crayon drawing, her voice as clear as a silver bell.
Lin Zhou cradled his daughter's soft little body in one arm. Looking at her innocent and smiling face, the last trace of sharp killing intent in his eyes melted away completely in an instant, like spring snow.
It completely transformed into an overwhelming, tender affection.
He lowered his head and kissed her soft, white cheek with great force. This made the little girl giggle and laugh incessantly, squirming happily in his arms.
"Of course! Daddy beat all those big bad guys to outer space."
Lin Zhou's voice was so soft it seemed like it could melt water.
"No one will ever dare to look at our Nuonuo like that again. Dad promises you."
Standing to the side, Su Qingge watched the father and daughter being so affectionate, and the tears in her eyes finally stopped.
She stepped forward and naturally reached out to wrap her arms around Lin Zhou's strong waist. She pressed her cheek against his broad back, feeling the unwavering sense of security he exuded.
In this impregnable Xishan fortress, as long as this man was there, she felt incredibly safe, even if the sky were to fall outside.
"Gurgle—"
At the entrance to the extremely quiet underground safe house, a very discordant sound suddenly rang out.
Nuonuo covered her tummy a little shyly. She blinked her big eyes and looked at Lin Zhou with extreme grievance.
"Daddy, Nuonuo's tummy is hungry." The little girl pouted. "Mommy hasn't been eating well these past two days, and Nuonuo hasn't been eating enough either."
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhou turned to look at Su Qingge with a pained expression.
Su Qingge blushed and pinched her daughter's cheeks reproachfully.
"You little rascal, how come you've learned to tattle?"
She looked up at Lin Zhou, her eyes showing a hint of embarrassment.
"I've been on tenterhooks these past few days, and I haven't been able to eat anything. Although the kitchen is full of all kinds of top-quality ingredients, I just don't have the appetite to cook them."
Lin Zhou affectionately ruffled her long hair.
"Are you starving? Come on, let's go inside. Your husband will show you what he can cook."
The underground core area of Xishan Fortress, although covered by extremely thick blast-proof armor on the outside, is decorated to the specifications of a top-tier villa.
The warm lighting and soft wool carpet create a cozy, homey atmosphere.
Lin Zhou casually tossed the black travel bag containing the top-secret documents onto the sofa.
He deftly removed his expensive bespoke suit jacket. He unbuttoned his white shirt cuffs, rolled up the sleeves high, revealing his strong, muscular forearms.
Then, Lin Zhou skillfully took an apron with a pink bear print from a hook in the kitchen and tied it around his waist with remarkable ease.
The head of a powerful conglomerate worth hundreds of billions.
The Asura God of Slaughter, who had just annihilated an entire squad of heavily armed mercenaries in a foreign land.
At this moment, however, she was wearing a pink apron and turned to go into the kitchen to wash her hands and cook.
This extremely strong contrast made Su Qingge, who was leaning against the kitchen door frame, stare in a daze.
"What are you looking at? You're practically drooling."
As Lin Zhou took out several plump tomatoes and eggs from the double-door refrigerator, he joked without turning his head.
"Look how handsome my husband is!"
Su Qingge walked over and hugged him from behind with great affection.
"The new godfather of the Chinese entertainment industry, the eldest son of the Lin family conglomerate, actually cooked for me himself. If those reporters outside were to take pictures of this, the entire internet's servers would probably crash."
Lin Zhou chuckled and skillfully cut the tomatoes into even pieces on the cutting board.
"What kind of richest man or godfather are you? When I get home, I'm still your personal chef, Su Qingge. Go sit quietly in the restaurant for ten minutes."
Soon, a symphony full of the warmth and life of the kitchen filled the air.
Heat the wok and pour in a little hot oil.
The beaten golden egg liquid expands rapidly in the hot oil, emitting an extremely rich, caramelized aroma.
Lin Zhou scooped out the egg mixture with fluid movements, then heated oil in a new pan and poured in the chopped tomatoes.
With a sizzling sound, the tomatoes quickly soften and simmer under the high heat, producing a rich, deep red broth. Then, add an appropriate amount of water and the incredibly chewy handmade noodles.
Finally, pour the scrambled eggs back into the pan, sprinkle with chopped green onions, and drizzle with a few drops of sesame oil to enhance the flavor.
Two bowls of extremely ordinary yet fragrant tomato and egg noodles were thus perfectly prepared.
There were no delicacies from land and sea. There were no extremely expensive white truffles or caviar.
It's this simplest, most unpretentious home-style flavor.
In the restaurant.
Two beautiful women, one tall and one short, were eating heartily without any regard for their image.
"Slurp—"
Nuonuo tried her best to use her little fork to pick up a small amount of noodles and stuff them into her mouth. The rich tomato sauce smeared all over her tiny nose, making her look like an extremely cute little kitten.
"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."
Lin Zhou gently pulled out a tissue and carefully wiped the soup off her daughter's face.
He turned his head and looked at Su Qingge, who was also eating in a completely unrefined manner, his eyes almost overflowing with tenderness.
The warmth and peace of mind at this moment.
This formed a stark contrast to the extremely bloody and endlessly conspiratorial underground world of the K organization that Lin Zhou had in his mind.
Last night, he was still holding a cold assault rifle in his hand. Beneath his feet lay the still-warm corpse of a mercenary.
Now, he's holding a tissue, and in front of him are the two women who love him most in the world.
This is the ultimate meaning of his second life, which he is determined to defend even at the cost of his life.
"Wow—this is so delicious!"
Su Qingge ate the noodles and soup clean, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
She touched her slightly protruding belly and leaned back in her chair with extreme laziness.
"Honey, the noodles you cooked are even better than those of a Michelin three-star chef. I feel like I've come back to life."
"If it's delicious, I'll cook it for you every day." Lin Zhou skillfully cleared away the dishes.
Time slipped away quietly in the warm and cozy family time.
It was late at night.
The underground core area of Xishan Fortress became extremely quiet, with only the faint sound of the ventilation system being heard.
After several days of fussing, Su Qingge and Nuonuo were already exhausted.
Lin Zhou gently placed the sleeping Nuonuo back into her crib. He covered her with a very soft blanket and then kissed her forehead with great affection.
He then turned and walked into the master bedroom.
Looking at Su Qingge, who was fast asleep on the large bed, breathing very evenly, Lin Zhou carefully tucked her in.
He stood by the bed and gazed at his wife and daughter silently for a long while.
Then.
Lin Zhou turned around very slowly.
The moment he stepped out of the master bedroom, the gentle, doting father smile on his face vanished completely, like a receding tide.
Instead, there was an extreme coldness and chilling demeanor belonging to the head of the Lin family.
He pushed open the door to the extremely secluded study at the end of the corridor.
There was not a single book in the study.
The walls surrounding the building were densely packed with various highly advanced tactical displays and global satellite monitoring terminals. This was the core intelligence and command center of the entire Lin family conglomerate.
Lin Zhou walked to the large metal desk and sat down.
He had just picked up a cup of cold coffee from the table.
Sudden.
"Ring ring—!"
The extremely conspicuous red secure telephone on the desk rang urgently, like a death knell!
At this point in time, the red confidential hotline ringing signifies an absolute emergency.
A dangerous glint flashed in Lin Zhou's eyes.
He reached out and picked up the receiver with remarkable decisiveness.
On the other end of the phone.
Old Chen's voice was unusually solemn, even carrying a very slight tremor.
"Young master, the bait has worked. The Black Bishop has made his move."
"The Beijing dark web has just intercepted their unusual communication signals with extremely high precision."