Time flies very quickly, and it is gradually noon. Wen Yiran is still staying in the living room. Her living room is very simple, with a TV, a coffee table, and a sofa. There is a family photo hanging on the wall on the sofa.

"It turns out that the last time the door was her father." He murmured to himself, paying attention to this family photo with interest.

Zhang Weimo made up a reluctance in the bedroom. When he walked out, he stretched his waist and looked at Wen Yiran's back, feeling intoxicated. His back was like a model placed in a showcase, clean and slender, with wide shoulders and slender waist. Under the sunlight, he looked hazy and clear.

When she came to her senses, he just turned around. His delicate facial features and smiling face seemed to float in the clouds, making her feel the smell of sweet marshmallows in the air.

"Are you hungry?" Zhang Weimo smiled at him.

"Do we want to cook something?" Wen Yiran was asking for her opinion, but she couldn't wait.

"Okay!" "What are you eating?"

"I can do it."

"Do you feel more comfortable now? I'll buy some medicine for you and go buy some vegetables."

"Well... it's much better."

"Then you wait here, I'll go downstairs to buy some vegetables."

He smiled and nodded in agreement. Zhang Weimo seemed to be not prepared for him, "He is a public figure after all, so he shouldn't do anything." She thought so in her heart, and then went out with confidence.

She first went to the pharmacy to introduce his symptoms to the doctor, bought him some medicine, and then went to a nearby small supermarket to buy kilograms of ribs and some fruits and vegetables. She went home in less than half an hour.

When she walked into the house, Wen Yiran took the initiative to come over and took the convenience bag from her hand, and while saying "Thank you for your hard work", she placed it on the kitchen table.

"You go to the sofa to rest, I'll cook."

“Don’t you need help?”

"No, I'm very good at cooking!" She said confidently, her tone like a stingy kitten, making him laugh.

Although Wen Yiran, who was sitting on the sofa, was a little worried and looked at her from time to time, everything in the kitchen went smoothly, and she was more virtuous than he thought.

Stewed pork ribs with carrots, stir-fried vegetables, and fruit platters were put on the table one by one, and Zhang Weimo also took off his apron.

"Let's have a meal!"

Hearing her shout, he got up instantly and walked over, "Wow, I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking." He leaned over and sniffed the aroma of the vegetables, praising without hesitation, and she smiled shyly.

"Well, it's delicious!" He sighed after tasting the rib soup in the bowl.

Maybe they are not very familiar with each other, and the two of them have nothing to say at the dinner table, so Zhang Weimo kept silent.

"I'll clean it up!" After dinner, Wen Yiran packed up the bowls and chopsticks in front of him.

"Can you?"

"Well, I'll wash it."

She was still a little worried and helped him pour out the remaining soup and put the dishes into the sink before she left.

"Where are the clean bowls?" He asked her to ask the bowls stacked on his hands.

"Put it in there." Zhang Weimo ran over and pointed to the cupboard next to him. He put it on obsessively. Perhaps because it was not arranged, she walked in with obsessive-compulsive disorder and arranged the bowl.

When he put it on, he just drained the chopsticks and wanted to put them into the cupboard, but he was hitting her. The already small kitchen was a little crowded. Zhang Weimo's heart was beating fast inexplicably. She looked up at him, and he also looked down at her at the same time. At this moment, time seemed to be frozen.
Chapter completed!