He was once locked up in a nursing home by Mrs. Gu, and everyone knew that he was mentally ill. Now he keeps saying that he is a transmigrator. Although he is telling the truth, who would believe such a thing?

Luo Xiu actually had two plans for meeting Wen Zhuoyu this time. It's best to be able to persuade Wen Zhuoyu to help him. If you can't persuade Wen Zhuoyu, you must use this meeting to confirm the fact that he is mentally ill.

Only in this way can he escape the fate of imprisonment. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life in prison like Gu Xihuan and Pei Jinan.

Wen Zhuoyu looked at Luo Xiu carefully for a long time, and suddenly chuckled: "Since you are thinking like this... then it is as you wish."

Wen Zhuoyu thought that this should be the last time he met Luo Xiu in his life. This time-traveler who ruined his life, it would be fine to live in a mental hospital for the rest of his life.

When came out of the detention center, the sky was gloo, as if it was holding back a heavy rain. Wen Zhuoyu walked to the parking space and drove home. Halfway through the road, the rain poured heavily, and the pea-sized rain hit the windshield, and even the windows were covered with a layer of rain curtains.

Wen Zhuoyu came home in the torrential rain, and Gu Xihuai was already cooking dinner. The warm light enveloped the whole apartment. Gu Xihuai's tall figure was busy in the kitchen. Noticing Wen Zhuoyu's return, he turned his head and smiled and said, "Go wash your hands quickly, dinner will be ready soon."

Wen Zhuoyu took a deep breath, stepped forward and hugged Gu Xihuai's waist. Gu Xihuai was stunned for a moment, then hugged Wen Zhuoyu back and asked warmly, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just heard an extremely absurd story. It's vulgar and old-fashioned, like a nightmare. It's disgusting." Wen Zhuoyu complained softly. There was a grievance in his voice that he didn't even notice.

Gu Xihuai was a little puzzled, and immediately smiled: "If the story doesn't sound good, we won't listen to it. Let's pick the script together after dinner. What do you want to play in the next movie? Or should we play it together?"

Wen Zhuoyu looked up at the gentle Gu Xihuai, and suddenly smiled: "Okay."

Chapter 97 "Wen Zhuoyu, everything you have experienced in your nightmare will never happen again."

"By the way, this weekend, my mother asked the two of us to go home for dinner." Gu Xihuai let go of Wen Zhuoyu, put the sweet and sour pork ribs just made on the table, and smiled while setting the tableware and chopsticks: "She wants to thank you At her most difficult time, she contributed money and efforts to help her secure the throne of the chairman of the Gu Group."

Without Wen Zhuoyu's manipulation, Mrs. Gu would certainly be able to win the seat of the chairman of the Gu Group, and it would not be as easy as it is now. It is even more impossible to take advantage of the plummeting stock price to gain the controlling stake of the Gu Group. Madam Gu is well aware of this. So this weekend's dinner is not only a reward banquet hosted by Mrs. Gu for Wen Zhuoyu, but also a celebration banquet for Mrs. Gu and Wen Zhuoyu.

Gu Xihuai paused slightly when he said this, and said teasingly: "My mother said that half of your credit is listed on the Military Merit Medal, and a quarter of mine."

Wen Zhuoyu hooked the corner of his mouth: "It's all my own family, so why be polite."

Gu Xihuai was coaxed by this sentence and smiled: "You are right, we are all in the same family, don't talk about two families."

Gu Xihuai said, and brought another plate of steamed okra with minced garlic to the table.

Wen Zhuoyu secretly said, "How did you make this dish?"

Gu Xihuai smiled and said, "The weather is dry and things are dry. I've been a little angry recently. Eat some okra to defeat the fire."

Wen Zhuoyu frowned tightly, and pushed the plate of okra to the farthest place from him with two fingers. A look of complete disgust.

Gu Xihuai was amused by Wen Zhuoyu's behavior: "It's not good to be picky eaters."

"I'm not a picky eater," Wen Zhuoyu defended, "but within a limited range, try to choose the food that is more suitable for you."

The five thousand-year-old food culture has a long history. Different regions have different cuisines. There are so many delicacies waiting for Wen Zhuoyu to taste. He really does not need to force himself to eat those bitter things.

Gu Xihuai smiled: "That's fine. You don't have to eat okra, but the fans in it are still delicious. You can try it."

Wen Zhuoyu nodded and looked in the direction of the kitchen: "What else are you doing?"

"I also steamed a plate of crabs and made a steamed pork with noodles," Gu Xihuai said with a smile. "The main food is the crab powder soup dumplings bought downstairs. The taste is very fresh."

After a pause, Gu Xihuai added: "Actually, I also bought the steamed pork downstairs. There is a new tea restaurant downstairs, and the taste is really good. When there is time, the two of us will go to the store to eat together."

Wen Zhuoyu's eyes were bright, and the previous fatigue and powerlessness were swept away. He rubbed his hands impatiently: "I'll wash my hands, let's have dinner."

The steaming soup dumplings have a thin skin and are placed tremblingly on the plate, as if you can see the filling inside. Wen Zhuoyu picked up a steamed bun and put it in a bowl. He used chopsticks to poke a hole in the skin of the steamed bun, and the hot and fragrant soup immediately flowed down the hole. The rich aroma blows on the face, attacking the taste buds of the diners, making people swallow their saliva.

Wen Zhuoyu took a sip of the soup carefully. The soup was mellow and delicious. You must be careful when you drink it, otherwise it will easily burn your tongue.After drinking a sip of the soup, the fresh, sweet and mellow aroma fills the mouth, and then gently takes a bite of the steamed buns soaked in the soup.The filling bursts with rich flavors in the mouth, and it is dipped in a little ginger vinegar prepared by the merchant, which further evaporates the deliciousness and richness of the ingredients, making people feel more satisfied on the cold late autumn night.

After eating one soup dumpling, the diners were already sweating profusely. The taste buds that were still dull were instantly conquered by the delicious and hot dumpling, and then sandwiched a mouthful of delicate and mellow steamed pork. The rice noodles were oily, glutinous and fragrant.The top-quality pork belly is selected, which is fat but not greasy, thin but not woody, and tastes soft and smooth. Compared with the fresh and fragrant soup dumplings, it is another satisfying taste.