Chapter 790 "Brother Liang! Go out and meet the guests!"

On the 45th day after Yin Muga returned to the UK, Kuang Ye took the initiative to tell Yin Dong that he was afraid that Liang Zhouheng was depressed and wanted to commit suicide, so he went to see him.

Kuang Ye immediately bought a plane ticket to Japan and also bought a ticket from Japan to London.

When they arrived in Tokyo, it was around 1 p.m. local time, and Kuang Ye found his way to Liang Zhouheng's residence.

It was a Japanese-style villa hidden in the busy streets of Tokyo.

Kuang Ye walked in along a corridor that was neither wide nor narrow. After walking straight for more than twenty meters, he turned a corner and entered the courtyard of the villa.

It is a typical Japanese architectural style. There are bamboos planted along the courtyard wall and a maple tree. There is a cobblestone path at the foot. The path is decorated with strangely shaped rocks. There is a small pond surrounded by rocks. The water in the pond flows down from a high place, making a gurgling sound.

As Kuang Ye walked in, he cursed under his breath, "Fuck, he's still enjoying himself so much even after a breakup."

There were two rattan chairs under the porch, with a set of tea sets placed in the middle of the chairs. On one of the chairs was a small doll that looked like nothing. Kuang Ye picked it up, pinched it, and stared at it intently for a few seconds, but still couldn't tell whether it was a rabbit or a mouse.

He threw the things back onto the rattan chair, pulled open the paper door under the porch, lowered his head, bent over, and shouted into the dimly lit room, "Brother Liang! Go out and meet the guests!"

"What are you shouting?"

Liang Zhouheng's voice came from the corner of the stairs on the second floor where the light was even darker.

Kuang Ye looked up and his eyes suddenly lit up. Liang Zhouheng, wearing a linen shirt and coarse trousers, walked down the stairs barefoot.

Kuang Ye swirled his tongue in his mouth, but he couldn't hold it back. "Are you becoming a monk or cultivating immortality?"

Liang Zhouheng ignored him and walked down the stairs. He took two lazy steps and spoke reluctantly, "What do you want from me?"

Kuang Ye: "I'm afraid that if I don't come to see you again, I will have to go to the temple to look for you later."

As he spoke, he glanced around the empty house. There was only a low square table on the floor, and not even a sofa.

He raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and his gaze fell on Liang Zhouheng again. Apart from his immortal-like attire, he could hardly see any changes overall, but he couldn't tell what was different from before.

Liang Zhouheng didn't respond and asked him, "Do you want to eat?"

"Eat. There's nothing to eat on the plane. I'm waiting for you to treat me."

Kuang Ye said this and immediately turned around to retreat, wishing he could get out of this gloomy and low house immediately.

"Would you like some ramen?"

Behind him, Liang Zhouheng stood still.

Kuang Ye stuck his head in again and said, "Let's go, what's the matter? Are you going to make it for me yourself?"

Liang Zhouheng had already turned and walked in the other direction of the room.

Kuang Ye froze, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost. Who would have thought that Young Master Liang, who had never done housework, would now cook noodles himself?

This is really weird. Kuang Ye followed in two steps.

There is a window in the kitchen facing the courtyard, so the lighting is pretty good. Kuang Ye leaned on the door frame with his arms folded, silently observing Liang Zhouheng's skillful knife skills, and carefully exploring every corner of the kitchen. It was obvious that this kitchen was used very frequently.

"Is this house okay? Is it rented or bought?"

“I bought it.”

"This land isn't cheap, is it?"

This house can be said to be a hidden luxury house in the center of Tokyo.

Liang Zhouheng didn't respond, but tilted his head and asked, "Barbecued pork or wagyu beef?"

At that moment, Kuang Ye was in a daze. Liang Zhouheng looked like a ramen chef from a late-night restaurant, standing in this Japanese kitchen with this posture and attire.

"Anything is fine."

Kuang Ye replied him with a smile, but he couldn't describe the feeling in his heart, and he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.