Yuan Zhou only had the chance to speak after the four of them boarded the plane and sat down.
Zheng Jiawei naturally bought a first-class seat. Yuan Zhou and Carpenter Lian sat in the first row, while Zheng Jiawei and Wuhai sat in the back row.
Behind Yuan Zhou's seat was Zheng Jiawei.
"Zheng Jiawei, do you have a younger brother or elder brother? He doesn't have to be particularly outstanding, just about the same as you, "Yuan Zhou turned to look at Zheng Jiawei and said seriously.
"I really don't have that. I'm the only child in my family," Zheng Jiawei answered seriously.
"Oh." Yuan Zhou nodded and prepared to turn back.
"Wait." Wuhai turned to look at Yuan Zhou.
Yuan Zhou did not say anything. He looked at Wuhai and waited for him to speak.
"Although Zheng Jiawei doesn't have a brother, I have a younger sister," Wuhai said thoughtfully while stroking his mustache.
"Forget about your younger sister," Yuan Zhou said immediately when he recalled how Wu Lin lifted Wuhai with one hand.
"I'm just saying that my younger sister might know a talent like Zheng Jiawei," Wuhai said.
"Oh, thank you. No need. I'm just asking." After saying that, Yuan Zhou immediately turned his head back.
Wuhai's words were too strange. He wanted an all-around support like Zheng Jiawei, not a damage output warrior like Wu Lin.
Moreover, there was an old saying that one would be marked by the company one kept. A damage output warrior like Wu Lin should know the same type of person.
"You really don't need it?" Wuhai stood up and leaned on the back of Yuan Zhou's chair.
"No need," Yuan Zhou said firmly.
"Alright." Wu Hai nodded his head in disappointment and then sat back down.
"Alright, sleep for a while. We'll be here when you wake up," Zheng Jiawei said as he fastened Wuhai's seatbelt.
"Okay." Wuhai nodded and closed his eyes to sleep.
"You didn't get what you wanted, did you?" Carpenter Lian teased.
"Mhm." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"That Wu Hai is a painter. Fortune favors fools. You usually focus on cooking, so you don't need those things," Carpenter Lian thought for a while and comforted him.
"Mhm, thank you, master," Yuan Zhou said.
"Alright, I'm getting old. Let's stop talking. I'm going to take a nap," Carpenter Lian closed his eyes contentedly when he saw that Yuan Zhou wasn't disappointed.
"Alright, I'm getting old. Let's not talk too much. I'm going to sleep." Seeing that Yuan Zhou wasn't disappointed, Carpenter Lian closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Yuan Zhou picked up a blanket and placed it on Carpenter Lian's chest. Then, he sat down to do his own things.
Yuan Zhou took out a book about pottery and started reading. At the same time, he also put a book about Chinese Medicine Dialectics beside him.
Since he was studying nutrition, he had to know a little about Chinese Medicine. After all, Chinese cuisine emphasized on the homology of food and medicine. Some ingredients were basically medicinal herbs, and some medicinal herbs were also food ingredients.
Under such circumstances, it was necessary to know some Chinese Medicine knowledge.
Yuan Zhou spent the six hours on the plane reading. Zheng Jiawei arranged for them to board the plane at ten in the afternoon and arrive at Chengdu Airport at four in the afternoon.
This way, they could go back to their own homes for dinner. It was a good arrangement.
As usual, a car came to pick them up after they left the airport. It was a seven-seater business car, which had a lot of space for four people and their luggage.
Carpenter Lian was sent back to his home first. Then, Yuan Zhou and Wuhai were sent back to Taoxi Road. Zheng Jiawei was the last to go back.
"Yuan Zhou, Yuan Zhou, let's have dinner together tonight," Wuhai looked at Yuan Zhou expectantly the moment he got off the car.
"I'll eat noodles," Yuan Zhou said faintly.
"It's fine. I love noodles," Wuhai said immediately.
"Noodle soup. You want to eat too?" Yuan Zhou asked.
"Yes, I'll eat everything you make," Wuhai nodded and smacked the meat in his mouth.
"Alright, you can come over tonight," Yuan Zhou nodded helplessly.
"I'll come over after I put my luggage down," Wuhai said excitedly.
"No need. Let's wash up first," Yuan Zhou stopped him immediately.
"Okay, I'll come over at seven," Wuhai nodded and went back with his backpack on his back.
This was the reason why Zheng Jiawei didn't order dinner for Wuhai just now. He believed in Wuhai's shamelessness.
That's right. Just now, Wu Hai had followed Yuan Zhou to the back alley of Taoxi Road for the sake of his food rations.
"Woof woof." Broth and Xiaomi came together and occupied both of Yuan Zhou's legs, one on the left and the other on the right.
However, Broth and Rice didn't rub against Yuan Zhou. Instead, Rice was circling around his legs while Broth just sat there coldly. It raised its head and looked at Yuan Zhou. Looking at the two cute little animals, it said gently, "How is it? The dried meat is enough for you to eat these few days, right?"
"Woof, woof, woof," Broth barked a few times as if it was answering.
At the side, Rice smartly came over with its own bowl at the back door with its mouth.
The celadon bowl was clean as if it had been washed. Of course, before Yuan Zhou left, it was filled with the dried meat and some dog food made by Yuan Zhou himself.
"You eat it very cleanly." Seeing the bowl, Yuan Zhou thought of Wuhai.
"Woof, woof." Rice was very happy as if it had been praised. It went back with the bowl in its mouth.
Nevertheless, Broth suddenly stood up at the side and also came back with its own bowl and a waterproof bag with its mouth.
After a sound of "Pa", it put the bowl at Yuan Zhou's feet and then raised its head to look at Yuan Zhou.
"Um. Broth, you also eat it very cleanly." Looking at Broth's behavior, Yuan Zhou couldn't help laughing and saying.
"Woof." Hearing Yuan Zhou's words, Broth went back with the bowl in its mouth.
"Since you have eaten up all the food, let's eat noodles tonight," Yuan Zhou nodded and then said.
"Woof." This time, it was Rice that barked coquettishly. It jumped for a while happily and then squatted at the back door of the pub obediently.
"Then I'm going in first. I'll send the dinner to you later." Yuan Zhou instructed it earnestly and then opened the back door and walked into the restaurant that he hadn't seen for several days.
As soon as Yuan Zhou entered the door, the kitchen was instantly illuminated without even pressing the switch as if it were welcoming its owner.
The kitchen was as clean as new and spotless as when Yuan Zhou left just now. The azure stone countertop was still reflecting the light.
"I didn't feel it when I left. But now it's a little warm." Yuan Zhou looked around the kitchen and then went upstairs while carrying the suitcase with one hand.
After he went back downstairs, Yuan Zhou put down the suitcase and directly took out a change of clothes to wash up without even tidying it.
After all, he hadn't washed up for eight hours. Due to his obsessive-compulsive disorder, Yuan Zhou couldn't bear it anymore.
Sometimes, cleanliness could also be cultivated. For example, one only needed to wash up once after getting up, once after exercising and once before and after meals like Yuan Zhou did. After washing up five or six times a day, cleanliness could be cultivated.
Even if he only washed up once every time and washed away the smell of oil and fumes, cleanliness could also be cultivated.
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