Fast Transmigration: The hero is going to die again

Chapter 128 The Problem Girl Is A Little Sweet (13)

Shi Xi twitched the corners of his lips in disappointment, then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he grabbed his cell phone and called home.

"Mom, um, I'm fine. I'm at Wen's." Shi Xi grabbed the phone and said, "It's just that my clothes are all wet...well, I've already taken a shower and I'm drinking ginger soup..."

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, Shi Xi's eyes widened slightly, "Ah? Are you in the old house?"

Wen Heng's ears moved slightly.

"It's already a storm outside, you can stay at the old house," Shi Xi looked at the sky outside, "I just saw the weather forecast and said that the highways are closed. The old house is far away, and it is too unsafe to drive back. "

"Well, I'll go home when the rain stops tomorrow morning, and you all should be careful."

Shi Xi hung up the phone and met Wen Heng's unexplained gaze as soon as he raised his head.

She was stunned for a moment and explained, "They went to the old house in the afternoon and planned to return at night, but the rain was too heavy and the road was dangerous..."

"how about you?"

"...Didn't I finish this?" Shi Xi laughed "hehe" twice, "So I'm going to bother you all night."

Wen Heng lowered his head and said "hmm", and after a moment of silence he said, "If you know you are troubling me, drink the ginger soup quickly, and then come and help me wash the vegetables."

Shi Xi picked up the bowl and poured the ginger soup into his stomach in one go, probably because Wen Heng put some rock sugar in the ginger soup. The taste of the ginger soup was not so unacceptable. All limbs and bones seemed to warm up, Shi Xi exhaled comfortably, feeling that his spirit had improved a lot.

"Curry rice or pasta, which one do you like?" Wen Heng opened the refrigerator to see what vegetables were there, then turned his head and asked Shi Xi, "Do you still want to eat other stir-fried vegetables?"

"Curry rice." Shi Xi rolled his eyes, "I always ate pasta at school before, and I felt a little tired."

Wen Heng responded, took out the chicken and potatoes from the refrigerator, and moved silently on the kitchen counter.

When she agreed to help, Shi Xi watched eagerly from the sidelines, and occasionally interrupted to ask some questions, Wen Heng answered her indifferently, and before she knew it, half an hour passed.

Shi Xi looked at Wen Heng with an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in her heart.

He is handsome, studies well, has a good family background, plays basketball well, and can cook...

How can there be such a good boy in the world?
"There are salad dressing and fruit in the refrigerator, let's make a fruit salad." Wen Heng looked at the curry chicken in the pot seriously, completely unaware that Shi Xi's thoughts had drifted to the sky, "Make whatever you like .”

Shi Xi was not too polite, and rummaged through the refrigerator for a long time, brought out a bunch of fruits, and happily picked up the knife to show off.

"Mix fruit salad, it's a piece of cake, the chef will show you his skills when you see me!"

"Put down the knife," Wen Heng said without looking back, "Go wash the fruit, and I'll cut it."

Shi Xi was unhappy, "Why?"

"You're clumsy, just in case it's all over, are you going to wear bandages or put on a Bondi when you're dancing?" Wen Heng was still merciless, and after finishing the first half of the sentence, he paused and said, " Have you ever seen a star-rated hotel kitchen? The chefs are the finale, have you ever seen a chef who only knows how to chop vegetables?"

Shi Xi was finally satisfied when she heard this, she put down the knife, washed the fruits on the table one by one, and watched Wen Heng show off his knife skills.

The young man has distinct knuckles, and the knife is crisp and sharp. There is an inexplicable force between the rise and fall of the knife. People who don't know it may think that he is a chef who has been in charge for many years.

I don't know how he, a young master, learned such a skill as cooking.

"Could it be that you didn't have enough to eat before, so you were forced to develop such a skill?" Shi Xi made up a big drama in his head, "It's really pitiful."

"Thinking too much," Wen Heng glanced at her, "It's just that she is very talented and learns everything quickly."

Shi Xi: ...

Although he didn't say anything, he didn't know why he felt mocked.

Being ridiculed, Shi Xi silently put the cut fruit on the plate, dug out a large spoonful of salad dressing from the bottle of salad dressing, threw it on the plate, and silently stirred it twice with chopsticks.

"Are you ready, chef?" Wen Heng came out of the kitchen with curry chicken rice and put it on the restaurant table, "Eat."

Shi Xi had already changed into the clothes that Wen Heng had found for her, her hair was not completely dry yet, the tips of her hair were damp, and tiny drops of water could still be seen.

She scooped up a mouthful of rice with a spoon and put it in her mouth, sighing contentedly.

"Delicious……"

The girl's face was full of satisfaction, her eyes were shining, like a clear sky washed by heavy rain, clear and clean, with the power to warm people's hearts.

Wen Heng smiled faintly, picked up a piece of fruit salad and put it in his mouth.

Today's salad seems extra sweet.

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The two of them didn't really want to study after eating, and after playing two games together, they became a little sleepy.

Wen Heng put the dirty clothes in the washing machine, washed them, and hung them to dry on the balcony. One of them, the light pink cutie, had long been taken out by Shi Xi to serve alone. Two sets of blue school uniforms were hung on the balcony. The background was so gloomy that it made people look sad. A depressing night.

However, Wen Heng's mood was much better than expected.

"Is it still falling outside?" Shi Xi leaned over to the balcony to take a look, "I seem to have heard thunder just now."

"...Are you scared?" Wen Heng glanced at her, "The room you live in is next to mine. If you are scared, you can come to me."

Shi Xi shook her head, "It's okay, I usually sleep alone, and I'm not a child, so there's nothing to be afraid of."

However, an hour later, Shi Xi opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, feeling a little disgusted with the self who spoke out just now.

If it was in her own room, even a storm would not be able to scare Shi Xi, but now this environment is completely unfamiliar to her, the darkness is accompanied by bursts of thunder, which is particularly creepy.

Shi Xi grabbed the phone and sent Wen Heng a message.

It's Xixi, not hee hee: Are you asleep?

W: What?

Is it Xixi, not hehe: This room is a bit big, and there is no furniture, so it is empty. Although it is a guest room, it is really a bit perfunctory, right?
W: Are you scared?

Shi Xi looked at the phone and pouted.

Straight men with high IQs are really unlikable.

The door was knocked from the outside, and Wen Heng's voice sounded, "Can I come in?"

Shi Xi turned on the bedside lamp before letting Wen Heng in.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't be afraid just now?" Wearing a T-shirt and shorts, Wen Heng walked to the bed and looked at Shi Xi, "If you can't sleep, do you want to study?"

Shi Xi glared at him, leaned against the head of the bed, and didn't even have the intention to get up, "Why do you bring up such an unsightly thing on a beautiful weekend?"

(End of this chapter)