Half an hour later, Su Fei and old Joseph returned to the villa with big and small bags of things.

Lina made a lot of salads. After Su Fei and the others came back, she helped count the things in the plastic bag, wash vegetables, and select vegetables. After working for a long time, the few people put the fiery red hot pot base into the pot and poured it into drinking water. The hot steam was boiling, and the butter was boiled in hot water, and the red peppers floated on the red soup noodles, making people open their index fingers.

Lina took out many small plates of gold-edged bone porcelain from the cabinet and placed various dishes and meat. When the hot pot was cooked thoroughly and the dishes were placed on the table, she brought several salads she had prepared.

"Why try this too?" Lina said with a smile.

The bubbling sound of the hot pot "guru" sounded softly in the restaurant. Everyone took the chopsticks and was about to start. Su Fei pressed the glass pot on the hot pot and roared in a breath: "Slow down!"

Everyone paused.

The punk boy wore silver studs of the cross today. He pressed the lid of the pot and did not let people move their chopsticks. He raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Zhuo sitting opposite him.

Su Fei: "The things were bought by me and old Joseph, and the dishes were washed by Sister Lina and Brother Fu."

Fucheng raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

Brother Fu?

Su Fei continued: "Whoever advocates, whoever collects evidence; whoever wants to eat, whoever buys vegetables. People who have no hands on it have no say. The great man said that labor is the most glorious! So, you! RIP! Why do you eat the hot pot we make! You are not allowed to eat it!"

Zhuo Huan held the chopsticks in his right hand, and I don’t know how he did it. One chopstick was firmly held in his hand, while the other chopstick was rotating between his fingers. Listening to Su Fei’s words, he slowly raised his eyes and his voice was scattered: “I’ll wash dishes.”

Su Fei was stunned.

Not to mention him, even Fucheng and Old Joseph were stunned. Only Lina seemed to be accustomed to it, and did not think that Mr. Zhuo was a big shocking thing to wash dishes himself. She reached out and lifted the lid of the pot and smiled, "Okay, if you don't eat the soup, it will boil."

Put the vegetables and meat slices into the soup, and a hearty hotpot meal begins.

However, a minute later, Fucheng was picking up a piece of beef shabu-shabu before he could put it in his mouth, and someone gently poked his arm. He turned his head and saw Su Fei staring at him in a daze, saying in disbelief: "Brother Fu, did you hear it just now? I seemed to hear RIP saying he wants to wash dishes..."

Fucheng: "..."

"Yeah, I heard it."

Su Fei: "Gemei!!!"

Fucheng: "..."

Zhuo Huan, wash dishes.

These two words do seem to be completely inconsistent. The sentence "Zhuo Huan Washing Dishes" that is said to be on the Chinese test papers of primary school students will have a grammatical problem: it does not conform to objective logic.

But it really happened.

After dinner, Mr. Zhuo stood up and walked to the kitchen naturally, put on a white apron. He packed up the dishes on the table and put them in the sink. Lina's house has a disinfection cabinet, but before putting the dishes into the cabinet, it must be cleaned simply.

The extremely magical sound of water came from the kitchen. Everyone looked back quietly, looking at the tall and handsome back and the apron tied around his waist...

Su Fei and Old Joseph swallowed, took out their cell phones, and took photos very consciously.

Fucheng looked quietly for a long time, and a word suddenly flashed through his mind, and the next second he was stunned.

"A good wife and good mother".

...

Sure enough, he had eaten something bad tonight.

Making hot pot is very convenient, but after eating hot pot, washing dishes is not an easy task. There are too many dishes and dishes for eating hot pot. It took Zhuo Huan fifteen minutes just to rinse it with water. He waited for him to put the tableware into the washing cabinet one by one, and another five minutes passed.

After doing all this, Zhuo Huan stood up and looked up and saw that his game controller was snatched away by Su Fei and Old Joseph. The two had a lot of fun.

Tsk.

After browsing the post on the flight forum for a while, Fu Cheng raised his head and looked away from the screen of his phone. Then he saw Su Fei and Old Joseph arguing.

Zhuo Huan brought only one game controller. If the two of them wanted to play games, they had to take turns. So they opened an instant-dead console game, and whoever died would change to another person. But after Su Fei died this time, he insisted that it was Old Joseph who was talking to him, which affected his amazing performance and refused to give up the game controller.

Lina was laughing and crying from the side.

Su Fei opened his teeth and claws: "Let go, I will bite you if I don't let you go!"

Old Joseph was shocked: "Do you have rabies? Why do you bite people?"

Fucheng couldn't help laughing, and a faint sound of sliding glass door sounded. Su Fei and the other two didn't pay attention and were still struggling with who was playing the game. Fucheng subconsciously turned his head and looked at it, only seeing a thin and thin back. The man's back had a slight bow, as if it was caused by long-term work at the desk. He opened the floor-to-ceiling glass door on the other side of the first floor, left the room, and walked into the garden.

As October falls, the night in Shencheng is still filled with a hint of hot summer.

The sky covers the earth, looking up at the sky, there is also an endless cosmic wasteland. From Finland, there are bright stars wandering around the sky at night. Looking up at the night in Shencheng, all you can see is the stream of neon lights reflected by the city lights.

Lina bought this villa two months ago. The original owner of the house seemed to be a very elegant romantic. The 100-square-meter garden was full of beautiful flowers and plants. Now it is a autumn osmanthus in the corner of the wall. In the flowing water and moonlight, the tiny petals hide in the dark night, and the rich fragrance of osmanthus is filled with the nose.

"Teacher Zhuo."

The clear voice of the young man sounded from behind, and Zhuo Huan was stunned and looked back.

Fucheng walked into the yard and smiled at him, "You are not closed."

You didn't close the door, so he came in.

Zhuo Huan glanced at him and continued to turn his head. He took a sip of cigarette and slowly exhaled without echoing.

Behind him was a glass door, the three UAAG members started a new game, with laughter and noise one after another. There was only endless silence in the garden. The fragrant fragrance of osmanthus suppressed the bitter taste of tobacco. Fucheng suddenly felt that this man seemed not smoking, but was enjoying the flowers and moon, enjoying the rare silence.

After a long time, Fu Cheng said, "Don't get me wrong about what happened today."

Zhuo Huan: "What's the matter?"

Fucheng mumbled: "Rog 318. I never thought it was a plane design error. As you said, in more than four years, the Maifei F485 has not had a design failure. It is one of the safest aircraft in the world. It turns out that it is a genius design."

"So four years ago, when the Rogue 318 accident just happened and there was no fact to prove it..."

Fucheng raised his head.

Zhuo Huan held a cigarette in one hand and looked at him with a smile: "You thought at that time that the plane was designed wrong."

Fucheng: "No."

His answer was too fast and he almost blurted out. Even Zhuo Huan was stunned for a moment and did not react.

The night dyed the young man's clean pupils a thick layer of ink. The eyes looked at him with an extremely solemn gaze, and said seriously, word by word: "From the beginning, until now, four years, three months and nineteen days, I have never suspected that it was your fault."

A car whistle sounded outside the courtyard wall, and soon, the headlights passed through the courtyard wall, slightly illuminating the dim courtyard.

Fucheng stood in front of Zhuo Huan, slightly raised his head, his eyes lit up by the lights, and he stared at him without any hesitation. However, Zhuo Huan opened his lips slightly, without the usual aggressive aura, and looked at him in a daze.

The shadow of the tree swayed slightly with the wind, and the smile stained the eyes little by little. Zhuo Huan made a long "hmm" sound from his nose. He suddenly said, "Do you want a cigarette?"

Fu Cheng was stunned: "Hmm?"

Zhuo Huan took out a beautiful silver cigarette box from his pocket: "Or."

Fucheng: "..."

He smiled and said, "Teacher Zhuo, I don't smoke."

Zhuo Huan: "Oh..."

With a meaningful tone, Zhuo Huan took a step and walked towards the glass door. When he walked to Fucheng, he suddenly reached out his hand and moved very quickly, stuffing the slender cigarette in his hand directly into Fucheng's mouth. The cold fingertips rubbed gently with his lips. Fucheng opened his eyes in surprise, his lips subconsciously opened and bit his cigarette mouth. He immediately turned around and looked at the man who had already walked into the room.

Zhuo Huan also turned around and said to him inside the house: "You are not that fake, you are more cute." After that, he laughed and turned around and left.

When the man left, he closed the glass door, and Fucheng was the only one left in the yard.

After a long time, he took out the cigarette that had been smoked halfway through his mouth, and looked at the tobacco that was slowly burning in the darkness, and gradually emerged from his senses.

On the other side, Zhuo Huan returned to the living room. He straddled his long legs and crossed the sofa directly from the back and stepped to the front of the sofa. He stretched out his hand and took the game controller in Su Fei's hand back.

Su Fei was addicted to the game, and suddenly the controller was taken: "Believe it or not, I really bite you!" Looking back, he saw that it was Zhuo Huan, Su Fei opened his mouth wide, then closed his mouth and swallowed.

The owner of the handle arrived, and he couldn't help but he couldn't let him go. He was in a disadvantage!

Mr. Zhuo rolled up his eyelids and looked at the pass record of Su Fei and Old Joseph, and sneered: "Can you play games? Look at it."

The level that Su Fei and Old Joseph had just arrived to death was inexplicably passed by Uncle Zhuo's dazzling operation.

"It's boring." The old man threw the handle, and little brother Su immediately took it over, smiled, and continued to follow the content of Zhuo Huan's passing level with a thick face, and continued to start the next level.

Lina poured a cup of tea for everyone. When she came back from the kitchen with the tea cup, she saw Zhuo Huan sitting on the other side of the sofa, not talking to Su Fei or Old Joseph, and lowering her head, not knowing what she was looking at.

After approaching.

Oh, looking at your fingers.

What's good about fingers?

Lina handed over the cup: "Do you have coffee, Reid?"

Zhuo Huan came to his senses and took the coffee: "Thank you."

Su Fei turned around: "Ah, Fucheng, you are back. Where did you go just now? Hurry, I can't get through this hurdle, come and try it."

The keys of the gamepad and the "defeat" that keeps ringing in the sound constantly echo in the villa.

***

I really had a late weekend the day before, and it was already eleven o'clock in the evening when everyone came home.

The next morning, Fucheng accidentally overslept. Looking at the pointer pointing at 8:30 on the alarm clock, he was shocked, quickly put on his clothes, washed up, and hurriedly ran to the financial building. When he arrived at UAAG headquarters panting, he looked up and saw Su Fei and Old Joseph also lying on the table to gasp.

The three of them looked at each other and were helpless.

At this time, the nine o'clock clock prompt sounded.
To be continued...