Cannon Fodder Dedicated to Death[Transmigration Book]

After Wen Zheng finished speaking, he left without looking back.

Chen Zhou was extremely embarrassed, Fu Yiqing was talking nonsense, what always belonged to Wen Zheng, and he had nothing to do with him.He looked at Wen Zheng's back, hesitated for a moment, and followed quickly.

Wen Zheng walked out of the banquet hall, didn't stop until there were few people, and said to Chen Zhou angrily, "Do you also think that way?"

Chen Zhou waved his hand: "I don't."

Wen Zheng snorted coldly: "Don't think that I don't know what you think, Wen Rong, Tang, and now Fu Yiqing, who doesn't understand anything, all think that Zheng Rong is terminally ill. Zheng Rong didn't die ten years ago. , it is even more impossible to die now." He was probably really angry, so he said this to Chen Zhou.

Chen Zhou was silent for a moment, and said: "Mr. Wen, I don't know much about Zhengrong's strategy, and I don't know what kind of investment has been made. I am in technology, and I only know that technology is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. .”

"Enough! You still say that you are different from them? Don't you think that Zhengrong's technology is not as good as others'?" Wen Zheng raised his hand and waved, signaling Chen Zhou to shut up.

"You want to think that I have nothing to say." After speaking, Chen Zhou closed his mouth.

Wen Zheng stood on the spot and walked up and down, as if trying to calm down.

Chen Zhou looked at him silently, he didn't know whether Wen Zheng was confident, or whether his achievements made him self-willed, supercilious, thinking that he was right.

After a long time, Chen Zhou still spoke: "Mr. Wen, there is no need for you to be so angry. If you are absolutely sure, why care about other people's opinions and evaluations? You just need to show your strength."

This sentence awakened Wen Zheng, he looked at Chen Zhou for a long time, and then said: "You are right, when do I need to care about other people's eyes." But why is he so angry, worried about Chen Zhou and those people's opinions It is the same?Why should he care about Chen Zhou's opinion? He is clearly nothing.

Wen Zheng looked up and looked around, and found that he had already left the banquet hall, but the banquet hadn't started yet, and Wen Zheng didn't want to go back. Anyway, the blessings had already been sent, and the gifts followed, so it doesn't matter if you eat or not: "Are you going back to eat?"

"Forget it." The scene was too extravagant, and Chen Zhou felt that he was out of place and didn't really like that atmosphere.

"Then go out and eat casually." Obviously, Wen Zheng didn't like such occasions either.

"Okay." Chen Zhou smiled, and came to drink the wedding wine, but he left before the wedding wine was drunk, and there was really no one left, but he didn't pay, so he didn't suffer.

The two walked towards the elevator, and Chen Zhou turned his head subconsciously. Seeing him turning his head, a man suddenly turned around. The man was wearing a gray suit and his hair was a little long, which reminded Chen Zhou of the face of the snake that strangled his neck.There was a wave of uneasiness in his heart for no reason, that person wouldn't be haunted.

They went downstairs to the garage, and Lao Xiao was eating a boxed lunch. Seeing them coming, he was in a hurry: "Wen Dong, why did you come down so early?"

Chen Zhou said: "Something happened, we didn't eat, and we planned to go out to eat."

"Oh, wait for me, it will be ready soon." Lao Xiao hurriedly put away the lunch box, ready to throw out the trash.

Wen Zheng stopped him: "Old Xiao, don't throw it away, you eat, I'll drive."

Chen Zhou chuckled: "Sorry, I can't help you."

"Even if you know how to drive, you can't drive. This car needs a B1 license." Wen Zheng said lightly.

Old Xiao pulled the co-pilot away and prepared to go up. Chen Zhou said, "Brother Xiao—uncle, you can sit in the back. There is a table behind, so it's convenient to eat. I'll sit in the front."

Old Xiao stood at the door hesitantly, because that seat was Wen Zheng's exclusive seat.

Wen Zheng glanced at Chen Zhou and said, "Old Xiao, go and sit in the back."

Lao Xiao sat on it with a bit of surprise, and he has never sat in this seat before in his whole life of driving.

Chen Zhou said, "Where should we go for dinner? I'll look online and pick one with a good reputation."

Wen Zheng didn't refuse either, and he went wherever Chen Zhou said it was good.They obviously forgot that today is a holiday, and it is the first day of the National Day holiday. People seem to be unwilling to cook at home, and they all come outside. It happens to be meal time, and every store is overcrowded.

I ran to three stores and had to wait. Even the snack bar on the side of the road was crowded with people. I really don’t know where so many people came from.

Chen Zhou wasn't very hungry at first, but seeing everyone eating so deliciously, he also felt a little hungry.Suddenly, he heard a protest of "Goo—" and quickly touched his stomach. No, it didn't come from himself. He turned his head to look at Wen Zheng.

Wen Zheng said with a little embarrassment: "I'm hungry, I didn't eat at noon."

Chen Zhou said: "Why don't we go back and ask Aunt Su to make something for us."

Wen Zheng didn't speak, turned the steering wheel and drove towards home.

When I got home, I found that the brightly lit home was completely dark.Chen Zhou was a little uneasy. Maybe someone broke into the house and robbed him. In fact, he had too much imagination. It's just that there was no one at home. Aunt Su and the servants didn't know where to go.

This is really embarrassing, I came back to eat on purpose, but there was no one at home to cook.

Wen Zheng said, "Do you know how to order takeout?"

Chen Zhou smiled: "I order takeaway at this time, and I will be hungry when it arrives. I'll go to the refrigerator to see what I can eat, so I can make something."

Wen Zheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him, meaning you can cook?

Chen Zhou opened the refrigerator and said, "I'm not very good at cooking, but I can eat it. Don't be disgusted. If I knew that Aunt Su was not at home, I should have bought some cooked food. I haven't eaten duck neck for a long time."

Wen Zheng remembered the duck neck he had eaten that time, and couldn't help swallowing.

There are a lot of things in the refrigerator, most of which are raw, and Aunt Su has almost no emergency food, because she cooks and eats fresh every time.

Chen Zhou dug out a pack of dried noodles from the lower shelf of the refrigerator. Aunt Su and the others probably ate them, because the kitchen had never made noodles for them. Chen Zhou asked, "Mr. Wen, do you eat noodles?"

Wen Zheng refused very simply: "Don't eat!"

Wen Zheng would refuse, which was beyond Chen Zhou's expectation: "Why don't you eat noodles? I see that you also eat dumplings and wontons. Noodles are also pasta, so why can't you eat them?"

"I don't eat noodles." Wen Zheng reiterated.

Chen Zhou felt that this person's preferences were really elusive: "It takes a long time to cook, and the noodles are faster, aren't you hungry? Anyway, I am hungry." Obviously someone's stomach growled just now.

"If you want to eat it, you can eat it, but I won't eat it." Wen Zheng said stubbornly.

"Then I'll eat noodles. If you don't want to eat, ask Aunt Su to cook for you, or ask Lao Xiao to order takeaway for you." Chen Zhou fought him.

"Whatever you want." Wen Zheng glanced at him, found an apple from the refrigerator, washed it, turned and went out.

It was the first time Chen Zhou cooked for this young master, and he was disgusted by him, and he was also very upset.

He took a look, there was a good broth in the refrigerator, he just needed to get some toppings.He fried two eggs and washed two stalks of baby cabbage. The broth was boiled in a pot, and the baby cabbage was put in to blanch.Boil the noodles in another pot. When the noodles are ready, pour the broth, cover with fried eggs, and spread baby vegetables, and it becomes a simple and refreshing bowl of egg noodles.He made two bowls.

Chen Zhou brought two bowls of noodles to the coffee table in the living room, and said to Wen Zheng, "It's ready, do you want to eat?"

Wen Zheng ignored him.

Chen Zhou sucked the noodles loudly on purpose, and sighed contentedly: "This is the best noodles I've ever eaten in my life! The noodles are chewy, the soup is fresh and thick, and the eggs are charred on the outside and inside. Tender, refreshing and delicious baby cabbage. Don’t you really want a bowl?”

Not to mention, today's bowl of noodles is really cooked to the highest level in Chen Zhou's history, of course the main reason is that the soup base is good.Aunt Su's soup is also filtered with minced chicken. The soup is clear and rich in flavor. After taking a sip, the tongue almost dances.

Wen Zheng turned his head away: "Don't eat, get out!"

Chen Zhou took a bite of the noodles: "I clearly heard someone's stomach growl. In fact, the noodles are not as bad as you think."

Wen Zheng suddenly became angry: "I told you not to eat, are you deaf? Can't understand human words?!"

Chen Zhou was taken aback. Telling him to eat a bowl of noodles would make him so angry?He also got angry, picked up the bowl and left: "If you don't eat, you don't eat. Why are you so fierce? Kindly treat it like a donkey's liver and lungs."

After finishing speaking, he took the bowl of noodles and left, but the noodles were too full, his hands were stained with soup, he missed the bowl, and fell to the ground with a slap, noodles and soup were all over the floor, splashing on Chen Zhou's pants. It's all soup.He looked down at the mess on the ground, feeling extremely depressed.

Wen Zheng was also startled when he heard the movement: "You are sick, why would you throw a bowl if I don't eat it? Who will show your temper?" After speaking, he flicked his sleeves and left.

Chen Zhou was so angry that he couldn't say a word, he hurried back to the kitchen, brought a broom and a dustpan, and cleaned up the garbage.He used to suspect that Wen Zheng was a psychopath, but now it seems that he is really sick, moody and seriously ill.

He was obviously fine when he came back, but now it has become like this, he doesn't know where he offended the young master.

He was mopping the floor when Aunt Su came back from the outside. Seeing him mopping the floor, she quickly put down the bag in her hand: "Xiao Chen, why are you sweeping the floor? I'll do it. What's on the floor? Noodles? Yes." By the way, didn't you go to the wedding banquet with the young master? Why did you come back first?"

Chen Zhou said sullenly: "Boss Wen is back too, we didn't eat there, we came back to eat."

Aunt Su was very surprised and said, "Young master also eats noodles?"

"He didn't eat, I made him noodles, but he didn't eat, and even scolded me." Chen Zhou felt very wronged.

Aunt Su understood, lowered her voice, and said, "Actually, it's not all the fault of the young master, it's also because you don't know the reason. The young master has not eaten noodles for more than ten years. On the morning when the husband and wife left, the wife personally gave the noodles to the elder. The young master cooked a bowl of noodles. Since then, the young master has never eaten noodles, not even longevity noodles."

Hearing this, Chen Zhou felt indescribably uncomfortable and blamed himself. Wen Zheng didn't eat noodles because he was actually trying to remember his mother's taste, for fear that other noodles would replace the taste in his memory.Especially today is his mother's birthday, no wonder he loses his temper.

"sorry, I do not know."

Aunt Su comforted him: "I can't blame you, how can he tell you about this. It's all my fault. I thought you guys went out to eat, so everyone had a holiday in the afternoon. No one will cook for you. I'll cook for the young master." Order something to eat."

Chen Zhou nodded and sat down on the chair. He lost his appetite for the remaining half bowl of noodles.

Aunt Su ran to the servant's kitchen and found frozen wontons from there.If Chen Zhou could have found this before, there would have been no quarrel.Aunt Su cooked the wontons, poured the boiling broth as the soup base, sprinkled some chopped green onions, and said to Chen Zhou, "Why don't you serve it to the young master?"

Chen Zhou hesitated: "Okay."

Upstairs was a field he had never set foot in, and in his capacity, it was indeed inconvenient to go upstairs without the invitation of the master.He lingered downstairs for a long time, and finally decided to go upstairs.

The layout of the upstairs is slightly different from that of the first floor. After going up, there is a large living room. The decoration style is quite different from that of the downstairs. It is obviously modern, very fashionable and youthful. It should be redecorated later, in line with the brothers The aesthetics of the two are just a little warmer, and Wenrong probably likes a little more.

Wen Zheng was not in the living room, so Chen Zhou put down the tray, walked to the door on the right, and knocked with his hand.About half a minute later, the door opened, and Wen Zheng was standing at the door. His tie had been taken off, and three or four buttons of his shirt had been unbuttoned, revealing a small piece of chest and abdomen. There was an indescribable sex appeal. Seeing Chen Zhou, with an impatient face: "What are you doing?"

Chen Zhou said awkwardly: "Aunt Su is back, she made you wontons, and I'll serve them to you."

Wen Zheng didn't even lift his eyelids: "Let's just let it go."

"That," Chen Zhou slid his throat, and said in a low voice, "I didn't know that noodles meant a lot to you. I'm sorry, you shouldn't be allowed to eat noodles."

Wen Zheng said indifferently: "Go down after delivery."

Chen Zhou choked for breath, and felt his chest was being grabbed by something. It was extremely uncomfortable, so he turned and left silently.

Wen Zheng looked at Chen Zhou's drooping shoulders, opened his mouth, but finally remained silent. In fact, he had nothing to do with Chen Zhou.

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Author: Mr. Wen lost his temper again, let's go, Zhou Zhou.

Wen Zheng: He dares!

Chen Zhou: Do you think I dare?

Wen Zheng faltered instantly: Wife, I was wrong!