The First Generation of Celebrities [1980s]

Chapter 15 - You Smell So Good

Before Ji Xingzhi could say anything, Zhangyang on the side spoke first, "What tone are you talking about?" Zhangyang looked at her younger brother. She still didn't know about the "grievances" Zhang Nian had with Ji Xingzhi in private over the years. Just listening to Zhang Nian's tone just now, I felt that it was not very friendly, so I couldn't help but reply to my "benefactor", "He came to our house and hadn't eaten dinner yet, so I kept him at home to eat." But this The words fell into Zhang Nian's ears, and the point was lost.

　　"Leave him to eat? What did you do?" Zhang Nian asked.

　　Zhangyang nodded, "Yes." Before she could hear anything wrong, she pointed to the kitchen, "Have you eaten?" Of course Zhang Nian had eaten, but now...

　　"No." Zhang Nian said Bu Huan said, his sister had been home for such a long time, and he couldn't bear to let his sister cook a meal. Who knew that in the end, it would actually be cheaper for Ji Xingzhi.

　　Zhang Yang was a little confused, but didn't think much about it. "Then you go wash your hands and come and eat together." Then she muttered, "What's going on in your army? Don't you even give them dinner?"

 Zhang Nian: "..."

　　Ji Xingzhi: "..."

　　One is pretending not to eat, and the other is really not eating, but the reasons are a bit difficult to explain, so they simply pretend not to hear anything.

　　Of course, Zhang Nian couldn't really let Zhang Yang serve him rice. He washed his hands directly in the kitchen, then put the remaining pasta in the pot into a large bowl, grabbed a pair of chopsticks, and walked out of the kitchen.

　　Zhang Yang said "Ouch" behind him. Zhang Nian turned around with the bowl in hand, stuffing the noodles into his mouth with chopsticks, and asked vaguely: "What?" Zhang Yang

　　couldn't help but Rolled his eyes.

　　She has now discovered that although they are twins, Zhang Nian definitely has no enjoyment of beauty.

　　"It's okay." Zhang Yang resisted the urge to hold his forehead, "You eat first."

　　Zhang Nian tilted his head, there was still some obvious confusion in his eyes, but Zhang Yang was no longer too lazy to explain.

　　Ji Xingzhi noticed something. He thought that before Zhang Nian came in, he had originally wanted to say "get a pair of chopsticks", but at this time he swallowed all the words in his stomach and honestly picked up the fork Zhang Yang gave him.

　　In the mouth, there is a unique aroma of butter. However, for people who are not used to frying beef in butter on weekdays, it may feel a bit boring. Especially this kind of flavor, A is honey and B is arsenic-frost. To Ji Xingzhi, the noodles smelled quite fragrant, but his 100% Chinese stomach really didn't welcome them.

　　But now, Ji Xingzhi looked at Zhangyang, who was sitting aside, holding her little face with her hands, and felt the latter looking at him with burning eyes. At this time, a faint expression appeared on his usually expressionless face. smile.

　　"Very good." Ji Xingzhi took the initiative to praise it before Zhangyang asked.

　　Sure enough, the next moment Zhangyang's watery eyes showed a happier smile at him, "Really?"

　　Ji Xingzhi nodded.

　　Zhang Nian hurriedly emptied the bowl of pasta. Although he was born and raised in the north and loved pasta, the tomato beef pasta tonight was not as good as a bowl of mixed sauce noodles. Zhang Nian and Ji Xingzhi didn't get along, but he felt that Ji Xingzhi didn't like the pasta that much, but he didn't expect that Ji Xingzhi was more shameless than he thought, and actually praised his sister's cooking skills before he could. .

　　Zhang Nian put down his chopsticks and glanced at Ji Xingzhi, who was pretending to be eating noodles with a fork. How could he not know how fast the army eats? Who would eat slowly like this?

　　"Sister, your cooking is so delicious." Zhang Nian spoke immediately, not wanting Ji Xingzhi to attract Zhangyang's attention alone.

　　But Zhang Nian didn't expect that after he said this, Zhang Yang would shift her attention, but it was a little different from the direction he expected.

　　Zhangyang looked at Zhang Nian's clean bowl. She stretched out her thin white index finger and rubbed her temples. Then she looked up at her brother, "Did you really taste anything? If you are gobbling it up, you have to put it on the bowl." Zhangyang resisted complaining about the tableware, and finally summed it up in four words, "What a waste of natural resources."

　　Her thin lips parted slightly, her voice was not loud, and her tone was not serious, but she had a natural coquettishness mixed with a hint of weird scorn.

　　Zhang Nian's eyes widened, and he pointed at Ji Xingzhi in dissatisfaction, "Then he's still putting on a show."

　　He had known Ji Xingzhi for so many years, but he had never seen him eat noodles with a fork.

　　Ji Xingzhi remained silent.

　　When Zhangyang heard this, he raised his slender eyebrows and said dissatisfiedly: "I prepared this, Zhang Nian." Zhangyang called her brother's name, her eyes became cold and dangerous at this moment, "You Are you saying I'm putting on a show?"

　　At this moment, the only thing that came to Zhang Nian's mind was one sentence -

　　Why is this man Ji Xingzhi so scheming?

　　He dared to point fingers at Ji Xingzhi, but to Zhangyang, Zhang Nian couldn't say anything bad. Now he accidentally trapped himself and couldn't express his sorrow. He could only lower his head in front of Zhangyang and defend, "No, I was wrong. I'll wash the dishes." After saying that, Zhang Nian immediately Holding the bowls and chopsticks, he disappeared from the dining table.

　　Ji Xingzhi had almost finished eating. Although he wasn't very good with the fork, he ate a lot. When the Zhang siblings were bickering, he finished the meal in twos and twos while Zhangyang wasn't paying attention.

　　"I'll go too," Ji Xingzhi said.

　　Zhangyang said "Hey" and wanted to leave it all to Zhang Nian, but Ji Xingzhi had already walked to the kitchen.

　　Seeing this, Zhangyang let him go. She was sorting out the scented candle materials she bought today.

　　The living room was quiet, but in the small kitchen, the moment Ji Xingzhi walked in, the air was already filled with invisible gunpowder smoke.