Chapter 368: I Cook Fish, You Teach Me 【Supplement 11.5
It's dark.
Yun Shu finally felt a noticeable passage of time.
She left her chair, moved her stiff limbs, and prepared to go downstairs to eat.
When she turned around, she realized that Zhou Jingmo had stopped reading the documents at some point and was sitting in the dimming light, staring at her.
The two looked at each other for a second. Yun Shu looked away first and said calmly: "I want to eat."
Zhou Jingmo stood up: "The chef is not here, there is only a little pasta."
When he reached the door, he turned back to look at her and added casually: "There is also a fish."
"I don't like fish," she passed him and walked down without looking back, "Where's the pasta?"
Everything is in the kitchen. In addition to two portions of tomato bolognese noodles, there is also a grass carp in the sink, which is the size of two palms, just enough for two people.
She didn't even look at the fish. She was about to go out with her face in hand, but was stopped by Zhou Jingmo who had just walked in.
"The fish are there."
She smiled softly: "You don't want me to cook it for you, do you? It's a dream."
Zhou Jingmo was not angry, but unbuttoned his cufflinks, rolled up his cuffs, and said, "I'll do it, you teach me."
She frowned slowly.
"You even have the noodles prepared by the chef and brought to you. How can you cook?"
The key point is that the person in power wearing a suit and tie looks like he is sitting in the office signing documents instead of scraping fish scales in the kitchen.
"You can learn if you don't know." He rolled up his cuffs, took off his expensive watch, and then put his palms into the pool.
Unexpectedly, the fish was quite fiery. When his hand touched it, the fish's tail flicked violently and hit the back of his hand with a "slap".
The water splashed onto Zhou Jingmo's body and face, causing him to subconsciously close his eyes and turn his head.
Yun Shu took two steps back, raised her brows slightly, and then took a bite of pasta in a good mood.
Zhou Jingmo turned his head sideways, with water drops still flowing down his face. He seemed a little confused in his eyes: "Shouldn't this be the first step?"
She took another mouthful of noodles, glanced at the fish in the pool, and said with a bad attitude: "Hold it down and knock it out."
"What are you using?" The water on his face dripped down to his chin. He frowned and asked, "Can you help me wipe it?"
"Can't."
She walked out with a straight face, not caring about his embarrassed look.
Zhou Jingmo lowered his eyes and his Adam's apple rolled.
The portion of a bowl of pasta is not large, and it is not enough for Yun Shu to eat.
She brought the dishes and chopsticks back to the kitchen and found Zhou Jingmo still struggling with the fish scales.
After looking at it twice, she took away another piece of noodles as if nothing had happened.
Zhou Jingmo noticed her movement, stopped and called her: "That's mine."
"But I'm not full. You still have fish. Can't you just go hungry?"
It was too arrogant to bully others. She finished speaking calmly and ate the noodles as if provocatively.
Just like before, deliberately making trouble.
Zhou Jingmo looked at her again, pretending not to see her, turned around and continued to handle the fish, and asked in a low voice:
"Do I need to scrape off the blue-black layer under the fish scales?"
She hadn't handled fish for a long time, and she almost forgot where the fish was blue and black, but she still casually said "hmm".
Anyway, it was him who cooked and ate it, so it was none of her business if he was poisoned to death.
She went outside again with the pasta.
After eating two portions of non-local staple food, the sticky taste caused her to slow down her subsequent meals a little.
The last few rolled noodles touched my mouth, but before I could eat them, there was a sudden sound of a knife being thrown into the pool.
She looked up and soon Zhou Jingmo washed his hands and came out with a bad look on his face. He walked to the coffee table and wiped the water on his hands while covering his bleeding fingers with a tissue.
"There's no fish for dinner. I can't cook it."
She ate the pasta in one bite, not surprised at all.
"Anyway, I'm full."
"But I haven't eaten yet."
"What does that have to do with me?"
She finished eating the noodles, put down the bowls and chopsticks, got off the table, and sat on the single sofa, picking up something and spinning it around in her hands.
Zhou Jingmo was still wiping the blood on himself, watching her every move.
Seeing that she liked to sit on that sofa and play with herself as before, the pain in her fingers seemed to be alleviated a bit at this moment.
This is not bad, it is a rare moment of peace for them.
If you stay any longer, it will be rest time.
It is true that there is nothing wrong with skipping a meal.
Zhou Jingmo's efficiency in working in the living room on an empty stomach is not low.
When the time on his watch pointed to half past nine, he interrupted the man on the sofa from his daze and said, "It's time to go to bed."
Yun Shu came back to her senses and looked at him.
"I can sleep right here."
"Where you sleep doesn't change what happens. But I think you'd rather be in your room."
She remained calm: "There are surveillance cameras everywhere here. It's impossible for me to sleep in the room. I might as well sit here under the camera all night. Don't worry, you won't die if you stay up all night."
Zhou Jingmo was silent for a moment, and then he said: "There is none in the room."
It turns out that he is the same as Hall No. 7. He still retains the most basic gentlemanly demeanor.
However, it cannot be ruled out that what he told was a lie.
Zhou Jingmo's patience seemed to have been exhausted by the fish in the evening. After answering this question, he saw that she was still motionless, so he walked over and hugged her directly.
Yun Shu quickly pushed him away with quick eyes and hands, stood up, ran upstairs and locked the room.
But Zhou Jingmo was prepared and opened the door with the spare key.
After entering, he pretended that her little actions didn't exist, took off his suit and entered the bathroom.
When he came out again, Yun Shu wrapped the pillow and quilt around herself, wrapping them tightly like a chrysalis.
Zhou Jingmo went to bed with moisture, and his sleeping posture was quite normal, like him, as if he was surrounded by an invisible frame.
The two people lay on each side, neither closing their eyes nor speaking.
There seemed to be a thin thread connecting the mechanism in the light, controlling each other's breathing and being careful not to touch.
But long-term suppression will make people feel that it is better to explode all at once.
Yun Shu tensed her nerves and immediately rolled under the bed when she noticed that he suddenly reached out.
Then he was held down by Zhou Jingmo.
He propped up his upper body, suppressed her struggling movements, and freed his hands to peel off the quilt.
"What are you struggling for? Look at me. It's been a day, aren't you mentally prepared?"
As soon as the quilt was pulled away, Yun Shu grabbed a fork and pointed it at him, her eyes calm but watery.
"If you miss it, you miss it. Zhou Jingmo, I don't want anything to happen to you. You'd better not force me."
Zhou Jingmo's narrow eyes were dark: "You hate me so much? Hate me? You can sacrifice yourself to Gu Xingze for revenge, but you can't stay with me for your own safety? What, you have to protect yourself for him?"
"Don't come closer." She quickly blinked away a tear, her voice trembling as she spoke.
He sneered: "Afraid of me? You weren't afraid at first..."
"How do you know I wasn't scared back then?" She tried her best to keep her eyes wide open, and tears fell down in clusters without blinking.