Chapter 2027 Cooking in Person

In the following days, Jing Xiaocha lived a fulfilling life.

Zhang Minghui seemed to suddenly become a good boy. He studied hard, was obedient, and helped with as much housework as possible.

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

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

Jing Xiaocha ran for three days under the scorching sun, but in the end only a remote private school was willing to accept Zhang Minghui.

When I returned home tired, I could smell the aroma of rice in the air as soon as I opened the door, and there was a slight noise coming from the kitchen.

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

Zhang Minghui was sitting upright at his desk writing homework. Who was that voice in the kitchen?

Also cooking at her house.

"Auntie, you are back."

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

Jing Xiaocha blinked.

He pointed to the balcony and motioned for Zhang Minghui to go back and continue his homework.

She walked to the kitchen door and looked in through the glass on the door, just in time to see the handsome and tall figure in the kitchen.

Jing Xiaocha pursed her lips subconsciously, ignoring the chaotic heartbeat in her heart due to Wen Jin's appearance.

During this time, she was busy writing articles and scripts, and Wen Jin was also busy with work and love. Counting carefully, it seemed that she had only seen him once since attending the banquet together that night.

I met Ou Yihan a few days ago and heard that Wen Jin was on a business trip.

The hands on her sides were clenched tightly, and the uncontrollable longing leaked out of her water-colored eyes.

The man in the kitchen was skillfully cooking with his back turned to her. He was doing this kind of thing so elegantly.

Wen Ran gently opened the kitchen door and called out briskly, "Brother Wen."

Wen Jin just put the dishes on the plate and put the wok back on the gas stove. He turned to look at Jin Xiaocha. When their eyes met, his eyes paused for a second on the long-sleeved shirt she was wearing, "Go wash it." Hands, ready to eat.”

Jing Xiaocha said "Okay" and went out to ask Zhang Minghui to wash his hands and eat.

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

This was the first time Wen Jin personally cooked at their home, which made Jing Xiaocha so flattered that his whole brain was dizzy.

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

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

Jing Xiaocha asked with concern before picking up the chopsticks.

Wen Jin's eyebrows widened and he nodded with a smile, "It went very well. We negotiated several big deals. The next few months will be very busy."

"Congratulations to Brother Wen."

Hearing what he said, Jing Xiaocha also became happy.

Wen Jin said gently, "A client asked about you, Mr. Zhang, whom you met before. I told him that you have now changed your career to a screenwriter, and your work will be on the screen next year. He also said that by then I must watch your TV series.”

In the past, when Qing Xiaocha was working at Wen's Pharmaceutical Factory, he would go on business trips with Wen Jin.

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

Jing Xiaocha felt that Wen Jin was proud of her achievements.

"Brother Wen, I'm not as good as you said. Now I feel that writing scripts is much more difficult than writing novels."

"Have you encountered any difficulties?"

Wen Jin suppressed his smile and asked with concern.

Jing Xiaocha thought for a while before answering softly, "Because it involves some professional issues, it's a headache."

"oh?"

Wen Jin raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Jing Xiaocha with a slightly raised voice.

"Your novel is based on medical materials. What worries you about these two aspects?"

"I wanted to find you a few days ago, but Sister Ou said you were on a business trip, so I didn't dare to disturb you. I didn't want to ask you for advice until you came back."

Jing Xiaocha concealed a smile, she had actually been avoiding him during this period and was not allowed to contact Wen Jin.

Don't interrupt his love affair.

Wen Jin raised her lips and smiled, picked up a chicken wing and put it in her bowl, "Then I will deliver it to your door now. After dinner, I will tell you all your problems. Even if you are too busy and tired, you can't eat bubbles all day." noodle."

"I……"

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

Zhang Minghui shrank his neck and said, "Auntie, I didn't mean to tell Uncle Wen."

"Don't blame Xiaohui. If you continue to eat instant noodles all day long, your body will not be able to bear it."

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

"So Brother Wen, you just cooked such a table of dishes?"

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

Wen Jin's words made Jing Xiaocha twitch the corners of his mouth, and said guiltily, "It's not that serious."

"Isn't it serious? I see you are thinner than before."

Wen Jin looked her over, and when his eyes passed over her chest, for some reason, he suddenly thought of the scene he saw picking up her shawl outside the banquet hall last time.

Compared to that time, my chest is also flatter.

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

How could he have such an idea.

"I lost weight in the past few days because of Xiaohui's schooling." Jing Xiaocha unceremoniously put the responsibility on Xiaohui's schooling.

"Xiaohui goes to school?"

There was a trace of doubt in Wen Jin's eyebrows.

Jing Xiaocha nodded, thinking of this, her beautiful eyebrows frowned unconsciously.

Wen Jin saw Jing Xiaocha's expression in his eyes and understood in his heart, "Let's eat first. After eating for a while, we can talk slowly."

After dinner, Wen Jin asked Zhang Minghui to watch TV on Jing Xiaocha's notebook. He and Jing Xiaocha sat on the sofa in the living room, "Let's talk about Xiaohui's schooling first."

"No good schools will accept him. Only a very remote private school is willing to accept him."

Jing Xiaocha answered truthfully.

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

"right."

"It's inconvenient to go to school because it's too far away. Why not let him go to the same school as Ziyi and the others? You don't have to worry about these things. I'll call Xiu Chen when I get home soon and let him take care of it."

Zi Yi went to an aristocratic school, and Mo Xiuchen was one of the major shareholders of that school, so as long as he said a word, there would be no problem for Zhang Minghui to go to that school.

The most important thing is that Zhang Minghui is learning from it little by little, and Wen Jin doesn't want to waste all his previous efforts.