Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Pei Zhuxuan sat at the dining table, holding her chin with one hand, looking at the figures busy in front of the stove, and couldn't help but doubt life.

She just agreed to taste the ginseng chicken soup recommended by Han Zidong in the afternoon, but she followed him home in a daze, and it was rare for her to be alone in a closed space with a member of the opposite sex like Han Zidong.

Thinking about the "natural" physical contacts in the afternoon and recalling all the past since the two met, she couldn't help but wonder if Han Zidong was pursuing her.

Just when she was lost in thought, she heard Han Zidong's cry for help.

"Joohyuna, help me blow my eyes, my eyes are filled with dust."

Han Zidong turned around with half-closed eyes.

"Mo? Come here quickly." Pei Zhuxuan stood up quickly and pushed Han Zidong on the chair: "Sit down and let me take a look."

Ah, this girl is so strong!

Pei Zhuxuan got closer and closer, so close that Han Zidong could feel the hot breath she breathed out. The corners of Pei Zhuxuan's mouth naturally sank, giving people a cold and arrogant feeling.

But when she pursed her lips and blew her eyes gently, Han Zidong felt that his eyes were filled with those delicate lips and her pure face.

Pei Zhuxuan noticed Han Zidong's fiery gaze, slowly stopped and asked: "Are you feeling better?"

Han Zidong blinked: "Much better."

"Prabhu."

Seeing the tears in the corners of Han Zidong's eyes, Pei Zhuxuan covered her mouth and chuckled: "Prabhu~"

As she spoke, she pushed her long hair back into a ponytail and looked at the stove: "Are you making bean sprouts and kimchi soup?"

"Yes, it's time to put the kimchi in soon."

"Leave the rest to me."

Han Zidong happily took off his apron and asked with a smile: "Can you do it? Don't ruin my soup base."

"Am I Prabhu in your eyes?"

Bae Zhuhyun asked unconvincedly.

Han Zidong smiled and did not reply, but held up the halter of his apron.

When Pei Zhuxuan saw this, after a moment of hesitation, her little head leaned forward tacitly.

After Han Zidong put the halter on her, she turned around naturally and waited for Han Zidong to fasten the straps for her, as if everything should be done as it should.

She walked to the sink, washed the handles, and raised her hands like a doctor preparing to enter the operating room.

It's a pity that she is an intern. She looked left and right, not knowing where to start.

Seeing that Pei Zhuxuan was a little confused, Han Zidong gave instructions: "Put the kimchi into the pot, cook for a minute or two, then add some chili pepper and light soy sauce to taste, then mix the bean sprouts in, and finally add a little minced garlic, and the green onions will be ready."

Okay"

Pei Zhuxuan shook her little head, picked up the kimchi basin, and muttered: "That's what I originally planned."

"Ah, yes, yes, I am too talkative." Han Zidong replied helplessly.

Seeing that Pei Zhuxuan seemed to have water in his sleeves and was rubbing there, Han Zidong came up and helped Pei Zhuxuan roll up his sleeves: "The kitchen will be handed over to Chef Pei."

"Leave it to me."

Bae Zhuhyun replied with the back of her left hand on her waist.

Han Zidong went back to the study to get some paper and pen, then returned to the kitchen, sat at the dining table, compared the photos on his phone, and sketched out the scene in the evening.

Bae Zhuhyun's image is very outstanding. In addition to her sweet and round oval face, her skull is high and full, which is quite interesting to outline.

In front of the stove, Pei Zhuxuan smelled the aroma of steamed tilapia on the side. It was not like the spicy smell she often smelled. She couldn't help but feel a little interested. She swayed and looked forward to the next dinner.
She took a sip of the soup with a spoon, blew on the hot air, took a sip, and nodded with satisfaction.

“Tastes good!”

While waiting for the kimchi to boil, she glanced back and saw Han Zidong sitting there writing and drawing, and walked over curiously.

Lying in front of the dining table, looking at Han Zidong's drawings, watching the characters on the drawings gradually showing clear facial features, Pei Zhuxuan couldn't help but follow Han Zidong's brush and simulated it again on the table with his index finger soaked in water.

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After more than a dozen strokes, she smoothed the water marks on the table without hesitation and pretended that nothing happened.

It must be that the fingers are not as flexible and delicate as the pencil strokes.

Yes, that must be the case.

Pei Zhuxuan looked at her little hands, looking through the gaps between her fingers, scanning Han Zidong's clean and slender cartoon hands.

"Joohyuna, it's almost time to put the bean sprouts in and get ready to cook."

Han Zidong concentrated on tracing the shadows, without even raising his head, and said in a calm tone.

"Oh."

Pei Zhuxuan slowly stood up and walked to the stove.

But she couldn't help but look back several times. This was the first time she saw Han Zidong in such a serious state. Compared with the Han Zidong in her impression, he looked like two people.

Is this the right thing? This is the cutting-edge young comic writer who can draw the star you, the creative genius who can design badges, welfare banks and many other plans.

Our relatives are really outstanding!

A few minutes later, Bae Zhuhyun placed a handful of bean sprouts, kimchi soup, steamed tilapia and two bowls of rice on the table.

After finishing all this, she sat opposite Han Zidong again, holding her chin in her hands, quietly waiting for Han Zidong to finish the sketch.

Han Zidong noticed that the surroundings had become quiet, and he slowly raised his head and saw the plain and bright oval face.

"Is the painting finished?"

Bae Zhuhyun asked expectantly.

"There are still a few details to outline, I will show you later."

"Okay."

Bae Zhuhyun suppressed her expectations and began to divide the tableware.

Han Zidong turned the drawing upside down on the other side, stood up, washed his hands, and took the rice and tableware from Pei Zhuxuan.

"Try my craftsmanship and see if it is no worse than my painting skills."

Pei Zhuxuan picked up a piece of fish and threw it into his mouth.

Different from ordinary fried fish and grilled fish, steamed tilapia has a different taste. The meat is tender and delicious.

She shook her little hand and nodded with satisfaction. She who always liked to talk to Han Zidong gave a rare thumbs up.

She stood up and fetched two small bowls, and filled a bowl of bean sprouts and kimchi soup for Han Zidong and herself.

Soon, the spicy and sour bean sprouts and kimchi soup conquered her again.

"Culinary skills, certified!"

"Then you should eat more."

The tilapia with less spines was very tasty, and it was eaten cleanly by two people in a short time.

By the time the two of them had dealt with all the garbage involved, it was already eight o'clock at night.

Pei Zhuxuan planned to leave right away, but when she heard that the sketch could be completed in just twenty minutes, she couldn't help but feel the anticipation in her heart and stayed.

The time was getting later and later, and she felt a little uneasy.

Fortunately, Han Zidong completed the sketch on time. The moment he saw the sketch, all the waiting and anxiety disappeared. Looking at himself in the sketch, Pei Zhuxuan smiled from ear to ear.

She pointed to the two lines of Chinese characters on the right and asked, "What does this mean?"

Han Zidong pressed his eyebrows: "Zhu Xunna, take some time to learn some knowledge. You can't learn from Qian Songyi. Come on, I'll take you back."

"Tch, can you understand me when I speak Daegu dialect?"

"Oh, then I speak Cantonese, can you understand me?"

"Yeah!"

The familiar feeling came back, and Pei Zhuxuan shook her head. This relative of hers was still too naive.