Zhou Sheng was watching, his raised hand was still in mid-air, and the half-finished sentence lingered in his chest... That was what I had left.
But seeing the way she was devouring her food, he really didn't want to interrupt.
And to Zhou Yisheng's surprise, the shock in his heart came to an end in a short time. He felt calm at the bottom of his heart and would not delve into whether 'she' was that person...
Inexplicably, there is a sense of pleasure rising, the joy of feeding pigs.
As the old saying goes, to seduce a man's heart, you must first seduce his stomach. In today's society, how many women can cook? When the positions of men and women were reversed, Zhou Yisheng suddenly understood something at this moment...
Well, I feel a strange sense of accomplishment and satisfaction when I cook my own food, get a woman's love, and watch her devour it.
So there is a kind of earthy love song that can't help but overflow in my heart...
Eat, eat, if you get fat you will...
Ahem.
The bonfire party was still going on, and there was no disturbance caused by the appearance of the woman.
There seems to be a rhythm in the genes of black people, a rhythm that is unique to music. No one in the music industry around the world dares to deny this. Most of the masters who play jazz are black, and the innate rhythm is in their blood.
something.
The beating of the drums faintly moved everything around, as if the flames fit into the rhythm of the music...
The local people's songs don't have many tones, they are simple and primitive, but they are surprisingly good and you can't help but sway to their rhythm.
But all this has nothing to do with Zhou Yisheng, he is enjoying that strange sense of satisfaction.
However.
Helplessness always happens, Fat Dan is here.
He looked at the woman who was cooking rice in surprise and surprise: "Why are you back?"
The woman heard the movement, but couldn't hear clearly what he said. Her beautiful eyebrows raised slightly: "What?"
The surroundings were so noisy that the two of them basically shouted, but they still couldn't hear each other clearly.
Then Dan squeezed between the two of them and squatted down on one knee. Asian squats are something that even Westerners can't do.
"I said, why are you back? Where is Ms. Delia?"
The woman understood, and temporarily stopped throwing the rice. She rubbed the grease at the corner of her mouth with her little finger, squirmed her mouth and cleared her throat before saying: "Ms. Delia asked me to come back to get things. She said someone had sent supplies.
, I’ll leave after one night’s rest.”
It turned out to be the supplies brought by Asang.
Dan nodded, not forgetting Zhou Sheng beside him, pointing his fingers back and forth: "Do you know each other? You know me, right?"
This sentence obviously means something.
The answer in Zhou Shengsheng's heart suddenly became clear. He was nodding, but the woman interrupted him. She held the plate in one hand and extended her other hand in a friendly manner: "Sorry, I didn't have time to introduce myself. I am Rebecca. Are you?"
"
There was no pause in Zhou Zhou's life. In an instant, he understood everything...
A big star suddenly appears in the African jungle. It is impossible to say that he has no idea of retreating from the world. If he wants to live with a different identity, of course he must deny his identity.
What's more, the way she looks now...
Got fat.
In the movie, the thin woman has gained weight...no, plump to be precise, but she has not reached the stage of being fat. Her whole body is much stronger and she no longer feels weak.
In addition, she has short hair like a man.
Zhou Sheng was not sure whether he would be happy to show his face like this...
All in all, in and out of movies, she wants people who know her to distinguish herself, at least for now.
And one thing is undeniable——
She is He Congshuang.
"Zhou Sheng, a homophonic pronunciation of doctor." The first half of the sentence is in Chinese and the second half is in English. "Dao Keer" is always easier to distinguish than Yisheng and doctor.
The two shook hands briefly, and the corners of He Congshuang's lips were slightly raised. At least the first impression was good, and nothing happened that made her disgusted.
Then, she lowered her head and continued to cook.
And Zhou Yisheng didn't say much. He probably understood that his guess was not too far off.
To say that the other party's attitude is deserted...
Celebrities, I understand, are more or less aloof in temperament.
Think about it.
Hey.
Zhou Sheng couldn't help but feel happy: "Today I met a celebrity, and she is one of the top A-listers in the country. If I could take a selfie, wouldn't that ghost girl Tong Han be so envious of me? Isn't she?
A fan of He Congshuang?"
One is cooking, the other is having fun, Dan feels inexplicably strange.
After all, it was a crooked nut, so I couldn't get the impact of He Congshuang's sudden appearance in front of me.
If He Congshuang was replaced by Scarlett...
Compared with Zhou Sheng, Fat Dan may be even more idiotic.
"Ahem, do you want wine? Dry red and traditional red wine."
He Congshuang nodded and wiped the corners of her mouth out of habit, but she couldn't stop sobbing because of the thing in her mouth. She could only cover her mouth temporarily and said incoherently: "Dry red."
"I want something sweet, and a plate of meat..." Zhou Yisheng glanced at He Congshuang subconsciously, "Two plates?"
He Congshuang didn't feel ashamed to eat more. Instead, she was really hungry now, so she thanked her calmly: "Three grams of oil."
Everything is natural.
We maintain the closeness with fellow villagers, and no one gets to know each other over the initial estrangement, which will not cause any burden to both parties.
soon.
Dan brought wine, a bottle for each person.
He Congshuang's bottle was a normal red wine bottle, already uncorked, while Zhou Sheng's bottle was an earthenware vat, and there were two plates of meat.
"You two talk, I'm going to dance and sing. This rare festival cannot be wasted..."
Dan left, and he thought the two fellow villagers might want to reconnect with each other.
Zhou Shengsheng opened the earthenware urn, with a spoon handle hooked on the edge, scooped out a spoonful and poured it into a cup. He then poured dry red wine for He Congshuang, and poured wine for the celebrity. Oh, take a photo of this scene and post it on Weibo.
Bo, guaranteed to be on the hot search.
He Congshuang over there also finished eating, put down his plate, pushed it to its original position deliberately, and said, "Thank you."
I don’t know what to thank him for, the meal, or the wine Zhou Sheng poured.
"But I still don't recommend you drink this wine. It's home-brewed and it's not clean."
Zhou Sheng smiled bitterly and didn't think so much. Alcohol anti-virus does not exist in fruit wine, because the alcohol content is not enough, and the presence of juice components will breed a large number of bacteria.
It’s best to try less homemade fruit wine, but high-quality wine is another matter.
Even though he was a doctor, he didn't think about it, because in China, handcrafting and self-brewing were considered high-end. But when he arrived in Africa, especially after hearing He Congshuang's reminder twice, Zhou Sheng had to pay attention.
"Then, give me some?"
"Of course, I can't drink so much."
He Congshuang took the initiative to help Zhou Sheng spill the wine in the glass behind him and poured it for him again.
Seemingly peaceful...
In fact, I have been watching the man's expression and behavior from the corner of my eye.
"He didn't show off his medical knowledge when he was debating with me, and he kept quiet from beginning to end?"
"It's quite bearable."
After thinking about it, the wine was poured eighty percent, and then I stopped.
"Do you mind chatting? I heard from Delia that you are an aid doctor from China?"
The star took the initiative to ask for a chat, which Zhou Sheng never expected, especially after seeing her aloofness just now; but considering the current situation, he had some different views...
Maybe, that's not aloofness.
It's just a normal attitude as an ordinary person meeting another ordinary person for the first time.
star?
Are stars really just stars in the sky, superior to others and out of reach?
I don’t know when this idea started to appear in people’s hearts…