After happily having lunch with his parents, Xu Rongrong was reluctant to leave.
There were too many things waiting for her and Zhan Yiyang to do, and she had no way to stay with her parents and spend the New Year with them.
But Xu Rongrong promised that during the Chinese New Year next year, she would definitely come over and spend a good New Year with her two elders.
Still leaving as quietly as when he came, Zhan Yiyang did not hesitate, but quickly went to the old house to send the two elders away, and finally sent Zhan Yilin and the unconscious Chen Haoran to the army in City A.
, As for the two little guys, Dong, Dong and Xi, they have already sent people to pick them up. Zhan Yiyang must ensure the safety of the two little nephews.
By the time all this was done, the sky had darkened. Xu Rongrong and Zhan Yiyang were sitting tiredly in the living room of the old house, not even wanting to move.
Everyone has been sent to a safe place, even An Nuan has been sent to the United States by Wen Shanshan, who rushed back to City A at noon.
Although Ji Fanyi's side was also attacked, judging from Ji Fanyi's situation, they were more than capable of dealing with it all, and the bodyguards that the Ji family had raised for so many years were not jealous.
Both City A and City S are no longer safe. It would be best to send the children far away, so far away that black hands cannot touch them.
In the past, the bustling old house was still brightly lit, but the laughter and laughter had disappeared. Xu Rongrong lay on the sofa, stared at the ceiling in confusion, and suddenly sighed heavily.
At this time, Zhan Yiyang approached her and took her into his arms.
Xu Rongrong also took advantage of the situation and threw herself into Zhan Yiyang's chest, holding his waist tightly with both hands and placing her ears near his heart, quietly listening to the powerful sound of his heart beating.
After hugging her quietly for about ten minutes, Xu Rongrong suddenly sat up and said in a surprisingly calm voice, "I'm going to cook, we'll have a meal together, and we'll leave early tomorrow morning."
Zhan Yiyang also sat up, looking much more relaxed than Xu Rongrong. He said calmly, "Okay, you go ahead and do it. I'll wait for you here."
Xu Rongrong said a faint "hmm", got up, walked to the kitchen, put on an apron, found pasta, and turned on the gas stove.
Because the entire old house was too quiet, Xu Rongrong's every move was transmitted far away, while Zhan Yiyang had been sitting quietly on the sofa, not turning on the TV, not surfing the Internet, or reading the newspaper.
He was like a man who was waiting for his wife to serve food and then had dinner together. Although he did not cook, he kept paying attention to his wife lovingly with his eyes. His eyes were full of love that could never be expressed in a lifetime.
Completely affectionate.
The sound of clinking bowls and spoons came, and in this quiet night, it was actually very pleasant to hear.
Zhan Yiyang's expression became more and more calm, and the tinkling sounds in the kitchen became more and more frequent. Finally, Xu Rongrong came out with two bowls of mixed pasta.
"Try my new pasta." Xu Rongrong raised the plate in his hand as if asking for credit.
I have to say that Xu Rongrong is an expert at cooking Chinese food, and he is also surprisingly quick at learning Western food.
Because the difficulty of Chinese food is much higher than that of Western food, Chinese people pay attention to the heat and the order of many ingredients, including the placement of ingredients.
For example, take a plate of cold cucumbers. This is the simplest meal. Basically every housewife can make it delicious. Even people who don't know how to cook can make delicious cucumbers just by following the recipe.
But these delicious tastes are relative. Some people like to cut the cucumber into long strips, then remove the skin and soil, and only eat the middle layer. The taste is naturally good.
But there are some smarter people who don't remove the skin, but cut it open in the middle and dig out the soil. Finally, they smash the cucumber and put it in the seasoning. This way it is more flavorful and naturally more delicious than cut cucumbers.
I won’t say much about the ingredients, but they are vinegar, crushed garlic and a little salt. If you like sweet and sour taste, you can add a little sugar.
A plate of cold cucumbers can be prepared in several ways and styles, not to mention other dishes. As for the heat, everyone turns down the heat to a simmer and stews. It is simply killing foreigners.
I won’t go into details about other ingredients such as how to put them, but Chinese food is definitely more difficult to make than Western food. Foreigners like to eat beef burgers and the like. Just put a few prepared ingredients together and sprinkle some ketchup on them.
Delicious, not to mention its simplicity.
Originally, Xu Rongrong only knew how to cook Chinese food. For Western food, he would fry a steak or make a hamburger at most, but not much else.
Zhan Yiyang didn't expect that Xu Rongrong had learned to make pasta at some point, and it seemed that the taste was very good.
"You have to cook it for me next time." Zhan Yiyang also smacked his lips, as if he was regretting something.
Xu Rongrong smiled lightly, "Don't worry, no matter when you want to eat, I can make it for you."
After saying that, she slowly placed the two plates of pasta on the table, then turned around and went to the kitchen to get two pairs of clean forks, and handed a pair to Zhan Yiyang.
"Try it first." Xu Rongrong said lightly, with some meaningful feelings in his black and white eyes.
Zhan Yiyang also pursed his lips and smiled, rolled up the noodles with a fork, and slowly put them into his mouth.
"Well, it tastes good." Zhan Yiyang tasted it slowly, obviously very satisfied with Xu Rongrong's craftsmanship, but he did not take a second bite, but put down his knife and fork.
Xu Rongrong also smiled happily. Anyone who likes to cook can't help but be happy when someone praises her cooking skills. At the same time, she lowered her head and took a bite of noodles. Finally, like Zhan Yiyang, she put down her knife and fork and did not continue.
eat.
The scene now is a bit strange. Two people are smiling face to face. In front of them is a bowl of spaghetti that has only moved a little. The dark yellow spaghetti is wrapped in delicious tomato sauce, and there are small minced beef scattered on the side.
Ding, not to mention whether it tastes good or not, just looking at the appearance can easily make people want to eat it.
The most important thing was that a light wind suddenly blew up at this moment, blowing the aroma of spaghetti straight to the tip of my nose.
The two killers hiding outside the window couldn't help but swallowed secretly, thinking about eating the two bowls of noodles after killing them both later.
Suddenly, in the living room of the old house, a chuckle came from where Zhan Yiyang was. The two killers focused their attention on the living room, but only saw a pair of cold eyes.
It was obviously just a pair of human eyes, and it was obvious that he was not looking at anyone, but the two killers always felt that those eyes were looking at them, and the cold air in them was directed at them.
The two killers shuddered together and looked at each other, feeling filled with coldness in their hearts.
"Do you want to take action?" One of the killers said to the other through lip reading.
The other one looked a bit older and more stable. He looked at the living room hesitantly for a while. At this time, the coldness in Zhan Yiyang's eyes was no longer visible. The two of them stared carefully, but they couldn't see anything.
He had a calm smile and his eyes were obviously lost in thought.
The older killer's expression became somewhat relaxed, but before he could turn around to comfort the younger killer, he suddenly saw that Zhan Yiyang sitting in the living room had disappeared.
Missing, where could this big living person go? The older man was slightly startled, and then, the instinct of living on the edge of assassination all year round reminded him that it was very dangerous.
Borrowing his sensitive sense of touch, he rolled to avoid the fatal palm behind him. When he jumped up from the ground in a panic, he happened to see the man who looked as cold as Shura punch his companion in the chest.
In front of him, his companion screamed and fell to the ground without making a sound.
The older killer shuddered. This man was too ruthless. Although the companion just now was not as experienced as himself, he had done more than a dozen missions after all.
People who have been wandering in the darkness all year round have never seen that although kung fu may not be the best, the kung fu of evasion, escape and underhanded moves must be the strongest.
But such a killer was beaten to the point of death by this man's punch.
The older killer trembled and quickly took several steps back. Only when his back was pressed against a large evergreen tree did he feel the slightest comfort in his heart.
Finally, it was no longer scary that the back was empty, and the older killer breathed a sigh of relief.
However, in the next moment, he suddenly couldn't breathe, because he suddenly saw a ghost face appearing in front of him. The dark ghost face had blood-red circles around the eyes and corners of the mouth. It was very scary, especially
The thin but crisscrossed blood marks on his face made him feel scared from the bottom of his heart.
The older killer stared blankly at this scary face, as if he was scared away. Zhan Yiyang took advantage of this moment to rush over quickly and punched the older killer.
A second later, the elderly killer fell to the ground unwillingly.
Even though his heart screamed that he didn't want to faint, his body couldn't help it.
Ten seconds later, Zhan Yiyang personally tested the two of them and confirmed that they had really fainted. He took out the prepared rope, tied the two of them up, then picked up his mobile phone and made a call.
After the two killers were taken away, Xu Rongrong ran out from behind the tree with his tongue hanging out.
She was holding a long pole in both hands, and at the end of the pole was a piece of white clothing. On the clothing was the mask that scared the older killer to death.
She was obviously a little afraid of the mask. When she came behind Zhan Yiyang, she threw the mask far away, and then threw herself directly into Zhan Yiyang's arms.
"Thank you for your hard work." Zhan Yiyang hugged Xu Rongrong and sighed slightly, which was mixed with some happiness and a bit of relief.