Chapter 2027： Cook yourself

Chapter 2027 Cook personally

In the following days, Jing Xiaocha had a very fulfilling life.

Zhang Minghui seemed to suddenly become a good boy, studying hard, obediently, and helping with housework as much as possible.

A few days before school started in September, Jing Xiaocha was busy with Zhang Minghui's school.

Because of Zhang Minghui’s age and the current household registration restrictions for school, the school in the community where they live does not accept him.

Jing Xiaocha ran under the scorching sun for three days, and finally only one remote private school was willing to accept Zhang Minghui.

I returned home tiredly. As soon as I opened the door, I could smell the scent of rice in the air and a slight noise from the kitchen.

Jing Xiaocha was slightly startled, and subconsciously looked towards the balcony.

Zhang Minghui sits upright at the desk writing homework, who is the voice in the kitchen?

still cooking at her house.

"Auntie, you are back."

Zhang Minghui heard the sound and ran up to Jing Xiaocha, raised a healthy dark face, and said happily, "Auntie, Uncle Wen is cooking in the kitchen. You should wash your hands and take a rest. You can eat soon. Up."

Jing Xiaocha blinked.

pointed to Zhang Minghui at the balcony and motioned him to go back and continue his homework.

She walked to the door of the kitchen, looked in through the glass on the door, and happened to see the tall and straight figure in the kitchen.

Jing Xiaocha subconsciously pursed her lips, ignoring the messy heartbeat in her heart because of Wen Jin’s appearance.

During this time, she was busy writing essays and scripts, and Wen Jin was also busy working and falling in love. After careful calculation, after attending the banquet together that night, it seemed that she had only seen him once in the middle.

I saw Ou Yihan the other day and heard that Wen Jin was on a business trip.

She clenched her hands on her side quietly, her aqua-colored eyes leaked out uncontrollable thoughts.

The man in the kitchen is turning his back to her skillful cooking. This kind of thing is so elegant for him to do.

Wen Ran gently opened the door of the kitchen and yelled briskly, "Big Brother Wen."

Wen Jin just put the dishes on the plate, put the wok back on the gas stove, turned his head to look at Jin Xiaocha, when his eyes met, he paused for a second on the long-sleeved shirt on her body, "Go and wash it." Hands, get ready to eat."

Jing Xiaocha responded with a ‘OK’ and went out to ask Zhang Minghui to wash his hands and eat.

A few minutes later, the three of them were sitting together at the dining table.

This is the first time Wen Jin cooks in their home. This makes Jing Xiaocha flattered, and his whole brain is dizzy.

She didn’t understand why Wen Jin came to her house suddenly and even cooked for them. Isn’t he in love with Ou Yihan now?

"Brother Wen, I heard that you were on a business trip a few days ago. Is it going well?"

Before picking up the chopsticks, Jing Xiaocha asked with concern.

Wen Jin’s eyebrows were relaxed and nodded with a smile, “It’s very smooth, and we have reached a few big orders. The next few months will be very busy.”

"Then congratulations to Brother Wen."

Hearing what he said, Jing Xiaocha was also happy.

Wen Jin said mildly, "A client also asked about you. It was Mr. Zhang you met before. I told him that you have changed your career as a screenwriter. Next year, your work will be put on the screen. He also said that when Must watch your TV series."

With prospects, Xiaocha will also travel with Wen Jin when she is working at Wen's Pharmaceutical Factory.

I remembered by the customers I met before, Jing Xiaocha was still very happy in her heart, but what made her even happier was the pride between Wen Jin's eyebrows when she said this.

Let Jing Xiaocha feel that Wen Jin is proud of her achievements.

"Brother Wen, how can I be as good as you said, I now feel that writing a script is much more difficult than writing a novel."

"Have you encountered difficulties?"

Wen Jin smiled and asked with concern.

Jing Xiaocha thought for a while, then replied softly, “Because some professional issues are involved, it is a headache.”

"Oh?"

Wen Jinmei lifted the peak lightly, looking at Jing Xiaocha with a slightly raised voice.

"Your novel is based on medical medicinal materials. What headaches do you have about these two issues?"

"I wanted to find you a few days ago, but Sister Ou said that you were on a business trip, so I didn't dare to disturb you. I don't want to. I will ask you when you come back."

Jing Xiaocha smiled as she concealed it. In fact, she had been avoiding it all this time and was not allowed to contact Wen Jin by herself.

Don’t bother him to fall in love.

Wen Jin smiled and put a chicken wing in her bowl, "Then I will deliver it to the door now, and I will tell you all your questions after eating dinner. Even if you are too busy and tired, you can't eat soak all day long. surface."

"I……"

Jing Xiaocha instinctively wanted to explain. From the corner of her eye, she caught Zhang Minghui with twinkling eyes, and she frowned, "Xiaohui."

Zhang Minghui's neck shrank, "Auntie, I didn't tell Uncle Wen on purpose."

"Don't blame Xiaohui, if you eat instant noodles all day, how can your body stand it."

Jing Xiaocha looked at the table full of dishes, and seemed to understand why Wen Jin was cooking at her house tonight. At the same time, a warm current filled his heart.

"So, Brother Wen, did you cook such a table of dishes?"

"I don't want the screenwriter to die heroically before the TV series is released."

Wen Jin's words caused Jing Xiaocha's mouth to twitch, and she said with a guilty conscience, "How can it be so serious."

"Isn't it serious? I think you are thinner than a while ago."

Wen Jin looked at her, and when he glanced over her chest, for some reason, he suddenly thought of the scene of the last time he picked up a shawl for her outside the banquet hall.

Compared to that time, my chest is flat.

This weird thought flashed through his mind, and Wen Jin frowned subconsciously.

How could he have such an idea.

"I am thin these days because Xiaohui went to school." Jing Xiaocha unceremoniously shifted the responsibility to Xiaohui's school.

"Xiaohui goes to school?"

A trace of doubt arose between Wen Jin's eyebrows.

Jing Xiaocha nodded, thinking of this, Xiu Mei frowned unconsciously.

Wen Jin saw Jing Xiaocha’s expression in his eyes, and he knew clearly, “Let’s eat first, and speak slowly after eating for a while.”

After dinner, Wen Jin asked Zhang Minghui to watch TV from Jing Xiaocha’s laptop for a while. He and Jing Xiaocha sat on the sofa in the living room, "Let’s talk about Xiaohui’s school first."

"Good schools don't accept him, only a very remote private school is willing to accept him."

Jing Xiaocha answered truthfully.

Wen Jin groaned slightly, and explained the reason for her, "Is it because of the household registration, and his family situation and age?"

"Correct."

"It’s too far to go to school. It’s better to let him and Zi Yi go to a school. You don’t have to worry about these things. I will go home and call Xiuchen and let him take care of it.

Zi Yi went to a noble school, and that school Mo Xiuchen was still one of the major shareholders, so as long as he said a word, Zhang Minghui’s going to that school would not be a problem.

The most important thing is that Zhang Minghui is now learning a little bit well, and Wen Jin doesn’t want to give up all his previous efforts.

(End of this chapter)