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Wen Zhuoyu smiled and handed another tie, a set of cosmetics and a diamond necklace to Gu Xihuai: "This is a gift for my uncle, aunt and Xi Rong. Please help me pass it on to them."
Gu Xihuai raised her eyebrows, took the gift and asked deliberately, "Only theirs?"
"Of course it's yours too." Wen Zhuoyu smiled and handed a thick notebook to Gu Xihuai.
Gu Xihuai looked at Wen Zhuoyu blankly.
Wen Zhuoyu's tone was calm and his expression was indifferent, but the corners of his eyes and brows were full of squeaks that could not be concealed: "You go home and look again!"
Seeing Wen Zhuoyu's inexplicably excited appearance, Gu Xihuai only felt that her heart softened, and she also laughed out loud.
"I'm hungry after shopping for so long. Let's find a place to have dinner!" Wen Zhuoyu looked around while carrying the large and small bags of New Year's goods: "I remember that there is a Cantonese restaurant near the shopping mall, we are going to eat roast goose. Bar?"
Gu Xihuai carried more shopping bags than Wen Zhuoyu: "Okay!"
At the peak of dinner, when Wen Zhuoyu and Gu Xihuai walked to the Cantonese restaurant, the hall was almost full of people. The boxes were also reserved in advance. Fortunately, Gu Xihuai knew their boss and arranged a VIP box for the two of them, otherwise Wen Zhuoyu and Gu Xihuai would not even be able to eat dinner.
"If we can't eat, we'll go home and order takeout." Gu Xihuai waved his hand, swallowing the mountains and rivers in anger.
Wen Zhuoyu almost laughed out loud: "Just this ability? I thought you were going to cook for me!"
Gu Xihuai shook his head: "I don't cook well, so don't make it difficult for your stomach. I'm going to board the plane tomorrow, what if I eat a bad stomach?"
Wen Zhuoyu thought for a while, and nodded solemnly in agreement: "It makes sense."
Gu Xihuai complained that her cooking was not delicious, and when she heard Wen Zhuoyu agreeing with him, she looked at him with a sad expression: "Why are you so disrespectful? Shouldn't you encourage me? At least you should say something, no matter what I do. No matter how unpalatable it is, you'll be there to eat it."
"It's a big new year, why bother!" Wen Zhuoyu poured a cup of tea for Gu Xihuai: "Drink some tea to warm the stomach first."
Gu Xihuai took the teacup, and instead of drinking tea, she held it in her hands and covered her hands: "It shows that you lack trust and encouragement in me. If you cook for me, no matter how bad you cook, I will definitely eat it all. Light."
"Your assumption doesn't hold." Wen Zhuoyu said while drinking tea, "It's not bad for me to cook."
Hearing this, Gu Xihuai suddenly smiled: "Yes. The food you cook is delicious. It's better than a Michelin chef in a five-star hotel."
"It's not that exaggerated." Wen Zhuoyu said: "One is the life skills of filling one's stomach, and the other is the skill of others to eat. How can they be compared together?"
"In my heart, the food you cook is the best." Gu Xihuai said seriously, "I'm not exaggerating at all."
Gu Xihuai's expression was probably too hot, and the atmosphere in the box was set on fire. Wen Zhuoyu only felt that the tips of his ears also warmed up. He lowered his head and took a sip of tea, and said vaguely, "If you like it, I will make it for you in the future when I have time."
"Then I'll wash the dishes." Gu Xihuai said happily: "I'm in charge of washing vegetables, cutting vegetables and washing dishes."
Wen Zhuoyu was busy drinking tea and didn't answer for a while. The atmosphere in the box suddenly became quiet. It was so quiet that both of them felt a little uncomfortable, and Gu Xihuai didn't even dare to look at Wen Zhuoyu. Wen Zhuoyu also only looked at the ups and downs of tea leaves in the teacup.
The waiter knocked on the door and came in, serving the roast goose and other Cantonese dishes that the two of them ordered: "The dishes are all ready, the two guests please take your time."
The box door opened and closed, and the well-trained waiter quietly retreated, as if he had never appeared. Only the steaming hot meals at the table betray their attentive service.
Wen Zhuoyu picked up the chopsticks, and first took a piece of roast goose for Gu Xihuai: "Let's eat."
Gu Xihuai responded, also took a piece of roast goose, dipped it in the sour plum sauce next to it, and put it in Wen Zhuoyu's bowl: "You can eat it too."
No food.
The two of them ate silently, and from time to time they used public chopsticks to give each other something they thought was delicious. In the quiet box, there was only the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding, which was fine and light.
There was also silence, but the atmosphere gradually became harmonious and tacit.
It wasn't until most of the dishes on the dinner table were eaten that Wen Zhuoyu slowly said, "The roast goose at their house is really good, and it deserves to be a special dish."
"That honey sauce char siu is also delicious. It's not sweet or greasy, and it's a good meal."
It's no secret that Gu Xihuai has a sweeter appetite. It just so happened that Wen Zhuoyu also likes to eat sweet and sour things, and the two of them can eat together very well.
In fact, it's not just about diet. From the moment of acquaintance to now, the friendship between Wen Zhuoyu and Gu Xihuai has stabilized. The living habits and work styles of the two people are almost the same, and they have even reached the point where they will not feel embarrassed even if they sit there and don't chat.
Many people in the circle also feel that Wen Zhuoyu and Gu Xihuai are inseparable, and only they know that it is not just friendship that breeds among them.
After eating a meal quietly, looking at the messy cups and dishes on the table, Wen Zhuoyu remembered the chat between the two before dinner, and suddenly smiled: "We are so busy with work, we almost always eat out, and occasionally come back to A meal at home and a dishwasher. You're making a lot of money."
Gu Xihuai was stunned when she heard the words, and then said ecstatically, "I don't need a dishwasher. I wash it by hand."
Wen Zhuoyu raised his eyebrows. Gu Xihuai said with a serious expression: "Really, hand washing is cleaner."
Chapter 67 "I'm willing to wash the dishes all my life, will you call me when I'm cooking?"