"Uncle, are you at home? Come and help me get my things." Zhou Wenqian started shouting as soon as she entered the door, waking up Zhou Jing who had fallen asleep on the sofa and drank wine at noon.
When he came back, he originally just wanted to lie down on the sofa for a while, but he didn't expect to lie down and fall asleep directly.
Zhou Jing sat up from the sofa and found that the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window had become very dark, but it was not too late when he looked at the time on his watch.
"Uncle, where are you? Why don't you even turn on a light at home?" Zhou Wenqian heard something moving in the living room and knew it must be Zhou Jing, but she was holding something in both hands and couldn't turn on the light, so
Then he shouted louder.
"Come, come, my sister-in-law, stop yelling, be careful that Grandpa Zhu from across the door comes to settle accounts with you." Zhou Jing couldn't stand Zhou Wenqian's high-pitched harassment and hurried to the door to help her get her things, and conveniently opened the living room
The lights were also turned on.
"Eh... uncle, you can do it. Just go drinking and eating barbecue during the day. You're living a good life." Zhou Wenqian smelled the smell of fireworks mixed with liquor on Zhou Jing's body, and quickly squeezed it with her free hand.
He said after holding his nose.
Zhou Jing ignored Zhou Wenqian and looked curiously at the two heavy plastic bags in his hands. He didn't know what they were. He took them to the dining table and opened them to see that they were all for food, including fruits, snacks and two more.
A tightly wrapped jar.
"You...did you buy all of these?" Zhou Jing looked at the large pile of things on the table in surprise, and estimated in his mind that these are not cheap. It seems that this girl's pocket money is really not a small amount.
"Haha, no." Zhou Wenqian was sitting on the sofa, beating her shoulders in turn with both hands. She was exhausted just carrying these things upstairs.
"Sister Xiaolongren bought these for you. Didn't I hear that you were injured and specifically entrusted me to express my condolences to you?"
Really? It’s okay to buy fruits for patients, but what does this pile of potato chips mean? Zhou Jing picked up a bag of potato chips and raised his head at Zhou Wenqian to indicate that they were also bought for him?
"Oh, isn't it because she was afraid that I would be bored while taking care of you, so she bought me some snacks." Zhou Wenqian stared at the potato chips in Zhou Jing's hand warily, as if she was afraid that Zhou Jing would open the package and eat them.
appearance.
Can this be considered a reason? Zhou Jing shook his head speechlessly and put down the potato chips in his hand, and then turned his attention to the two tightly wrapped cans.
"What the hell is this?"
"Ginseng chicken soup is for you to mend your wounds." Zhou Wenqian replied casually.
"Then why are there two portions?" Zhou Jing knew it when he heard it was ginseng chicken soup. No wonder it was wrapped so tightly. It turned out that he was afraid that the soup would come out, but the amount was a bit strange.
"One was bought for you by Sister Xiaolongren, and the other was made for you by Sister Xiuzhi herself. She said that if you eat more, the wound will heal faster."
Zhou Jing was even more speechless. Food supplements are not such a supplement. He knew about ginseng chicken soup. It was originally one of the ancient Cantonese soups in China. Later, it spread to the peninsula and became one of the famous palace dishes in Korea.
one.
It contains jujube, chestnut, wolfberry and Korean ginseng. It is an absolute tonic. If you eat it like this, you won’t worry about his nose bleeding after eating it.
"Haha, then thank Xiaolong for me later. By the way, who is that Xiuzhi you just talked about?" Anyway, this is also someone's intention. Zhou Jing naturally wants to express his gratitude, especially the one named Xiuzhi.
The soup was still made for him by hand, but he couldn't remember who Xiuzhi was.
"Haha... Uncle, you are so funny. That night you lectured me so much that I was stunned, but then you turned around and forgot about me. It's a shame that she still wanted to make soup for you, wuli
Poor Suzy Unnie." Zhou Wenqian burst out laughing on the sofa after hearing Zhou Jing's words.
The scene was a little awkward now. He scratched his head and recalled the tall girl driving the Porsche sports car that night. Maybe he was a little angry at the time and the light was not good at night, so the impression on him was not very deep.
, now I can hardly remember her specific appearance.
However, such a glamorous and beautiful girl would actually cook soup for him, which was beyond Zhou Jing's expectation, but he doubted whether the soup might be a dark dish.
For the sake of safety, he asked clearly which of the two jars belonged to Xiaolongren and which belonged to the girl named Xiuzhi, and then decided that it would be safer to try Xiaolongren's first. As for Xiuzhi, he put it in the refrigerator and ate it later.
It was impossible to finish both of them in one meal.
When he opened the jar, the chicken soup was still warm, and a fragrance with the smell of medicinal herbs hit his face. Zhou Jing happened to be a little hungry, so he went to the kitchen to get chopsticks and a spoon and ate directly.
"Uncle, I want to tell you something." Zhou Wenqian walked to the dining table and sat down facing Zhou Jing. Zhou Jing scooped out a bowl of chicken soup for her with a spoon and handed it to her, while Zhou Wenqian sipped it.
Chicken Soup said while looking at Zhou Jing.
"What's up?"
"I thought I'd go back in a few days." Zhou Wenqian didn't think her hair would get in the way, so she tied it into a ponytail.
Zhou Jing was stunned, and he calculated in his mind that this girl had been in South Korea for half a month. He said that he had only gone out with her twice. The rest of the time, she played outside alone. Seeing that she was about to return to China, Zhou Jing's heart
I really feel a little sorry.
In fact, Zhou Wenqian thinks it’s pretty good. This time she came to Korea was really great. She went to Apink’s fan meeting and became good friends with Park Ji-yeon, IU, and Bae Suzy. She went to a TV station and met the entire function group.
Although I didn’t have the opportunity to get up close to Apink, this can no longer be said to be a perfect trip. It should be regarded as a dream trip.
Next, Tara is going to Japan, where they have schedules and need to stay for a while. When Park Ji-yeon leaves like this, Zhou Wenqian suddenly feels that staying in Seoul is meaningless.
After all, Zhien and Xiuzhi had more schedules and didn't have much time to meet her. If Zhou Jing hadn't injured his hand and it was inconvenient, she would have just returned home tomorrow.
"Let's do this. I'll spend some time with you these days and go out for a walk. I'll have to go back to China in a while. If I can catch up, you can go back with me. If you can't make it in time, I'll ask your Uncle Yang to pick him up at the airport.
You." Zhou Jing actually wanted to send her back in person. According to the original plan, the time was roughly the same, but now Zhou Wenqian obviously wanted to return home early.
"Well, I also want to visit Hongdae. I've almost finished shopping other places." Zhou Wenqian finished drinking the chicken soup, pushed the bowl forward, and was about to get up and go to the bathroom to take a shower.
"By the way, Wen Qian, before you leave, I want to treat Xiaolongren to a meal with you. Thank you for taking care of you during this time. Now that I think about it, it seems that I still owe her a barbecue, haha.
.." Zhou Jing suddenly remembered this matter, so he said to Zhou Wenqian while unpacking the chicken in the jar.
"Invite Xiaolongren to dinner? No... no, she is very busy. She is going abroad recently... on a business trip, not in Korea." After hearing what Zhou Jing said, Zhou Wenqian immediately raised her hands to express no need, and then
The girl quickly ran to the bathroom, not intending to give Zhou Jing another chance to speak.
Not in Korea? Forget it, anyway, even after this girl leaves, he can still treat Xiaolongren to dinner alone, Zhou Jing thought secretly in his heart.