Evening.
Zhou Zheng personally cooked a table full of delicious dishes.
Zhang Yan looked at the table full of dishes, her eyes filled with surprise.
She didn't expect Zhou Zheng to be able to cook, and to cook so well.
"Try some." Zhou Zheng untied his apron, sat down, and handed over the chopsticks.
Zhang Yan tried a piece of ribs; surprisingly, it was good.
Zhou Zheng picked up the decanter, poured two glasses of red wine, swirled the wine glass, and took a sip.
The sweet and sour taste with a hint of astringency spread in his mouth, opening up Zhou Zheng's taste buds.
He's getting older, his appetite not as good as when he was younger, and he felt full soon.
Zhang Yan usually also controlled her diet, eating only half a bowl of rice, but she ate quite a bit of the dishes.
She wiped her lips and asked, "What do you need me for?"
With Zhou Zheng, she was more direct, a completely different interaction from with Sun Jiajun.
