Chapter 389 Steamed Pork Ribs

Yun Zhao was awakened by hunger.

She opened her eyes, somewhat dazed, still immersed in a hazy afterglow.

A tranquil atmosphere filled the room.

There were no windows, only a small nightlight emitting a dim light, making it impossible to tell the time.

Yun Zhao turned his head slightly, rolled over on the soft bed, and his gaze fell on a dark blue box on the bedside table.

My consciousness instantly returned.

I haven't had time to watch the physiology class yet.

But someone had personally demonstrated, finally making her understand what measures meant.

Is that considered taking responsibility?

If things continue like this, what difference does it make whether we get married or not?

The little bluebird has returned sometime ago.

It crouched beside the pillow, staring with curious eyes, its gaze filled with doubt.

I just got back, and the cook talked to it for a long time.

The injury on his body wasn't considered a wound; he could hurt anyone but her.

But the little bluebird didn't quite understand. If it wasn't an injury, then what was it?

The effects of these two profound interactions caused the white mist in the spiritual realm to dissipate slightly, revealing a corner of its edge.

The little bluebird could feel its power increasing.

That's a good thing.

This proves that the cook didn't lie to it.

But why does the main body need to sleep? She clearly just woke up in the morning.

"Hey, why are you sleeping naked?"

Why do you smell like him again?!

Yun Zhao remained silent.

She sat up and turned up the nightlight, and everything in the room gradually became clear in the soft light.

The clothes were so wrinkled they were obviously unwearable.

A clean set of clothes was placed beside the bed; these were clothes she kept in the locker room for easy changing during her training sessions.

It seems Xie Tu went back to the training ground.

The time displayed on the communicator was already past 9 p.m.

She slept for so long.

Yun Zhao was so hungry that he changed his clothes and took the little bluebird downstairs to find food.

The lights were on in the backyard.

She opened the door and came out, walking along the path to the backyard.

Heat rose from the open-air kitchen.

On the stove, one pot was simmering braised pork, and the other was steaming pork ribs.

Xie Tu was dressed in black, with his sleeves slightly rolled up, revealing his muscular arms. His figure appeared and disappeared amidst the steam and light.

He heard a noise behind him.

He turned his head and looked back. The moment he saw her, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes softened. "Hungry? The food will be ready soon."

"Hmm." Yun Zhao walked over.

The broth in the pot of braised pork was bubbling and bubbling, emitting a rich aroma.

She couldn't help but ask, "Do you need any help?"

Xie Tu seemed to be thinking, "Then let's go to the cabin and get two rice bowls."

"OK."

Yun Zhao went inside, took two bowls, and came back. He rinsed them briefly with water, then went over to serve the two of them rice and placed them on the stone table under the tree.

Xie Tu first opened the steamer, put on gloves, and picked up the steamed pork ribs.

He picked up a piece of pork rib with his chopsticks, blew on it, and then held it to her lips, saying, "Try it and see how it tastes."

Yun Zhao glanced at him and took a bite of the rib from his hand.

If steamed for too long, the meat will almost melt in your mouth.

The seasoning seemed to contain Sichuan peppercorns, and the steamed meat powder coated the tender pork ribs. The numbing spiciness was accompanied by a hint of aroma, stimulating the taste buds and making one want to take another bite.

Yun Zhao lowered his head and chewed gently, "Delicious."

"I'm glad you like it."

When she lowered her head, the stray hairs by her ears fell naturally.

Xie Tu's eyes darkened. He handed her the chopsticks and gently brushed the stray hairs from her cheeks behind her ears.

Something I've wanted to do for a long time.

Now, my wish has finally come true.

Xie Tu: "You eat first, we still need a spicy sliced ​​pork and stir-fried vegetables."

Yun Zhao was so hungry that all she could see was meat. She took the chopsticks, looked at the huge bowl of ribs, and thought about the braised pork in the pot. "Let's make spicy pork slices tomorrow. We can't finish all this food."

tomorrow?

Xie Tu's eyes were full of smiles. "Okay, stir-fry some vegetables too, it'll be ready soon."

As he spoke, he turned back to the stove, ladled out the braised pork, and started heating the oil in the wok again.

The greens were poured into the pot, making a sizzling sound.

Yun Zhao ate his meat while observing him through a thin layer of steam.

Handsome people seem to look handsome no matter what they do.

After finding my father, marrying him would actually be a good idea. He has many good qualities: he's a great cook, strong in combat, and intelligent...

As for his downsides, he's too proud to admit it, but does that count as having only one drink?

But Yun Zhao thought that these two points were quite cute.

"team leader."

"Um?"

Yun Zhao: "Shall we have some wine?" He wanted to see it one more time.

Xie Tu knew what she was up to as soon as he heard that. He looked up and asked, "Are you sure you'll still have the energy tonight?"

"Huh?" Yun Zhao didn't understand.

Xie Tu said quietly, "After drinking, I won't be able to control myself like last time."

She's been lying down all day, so if she stays up all night... she definitely won't be able to get up for training tomorrow.

Yun Zhao's body stiffened slightly, and he quickly changed the subject, "By the way, is it not good that we didn't go to the dinner party?"

Xie Tu didn't expose her, and chuckled softly as he replied, "It's okay."

Everyone was together all day, and every training session was considered a get-together, so nobody thought anything of it.

As for Bai Yu, she's already living in Yun Zhao's house, so she's no longer considered an outsider.

However, it's still best to get Minister Bai to bring the person back as soon as possible.

After Xie Tu finished preparing the last dish, he finally came over and sat down to eat with everyone.

The way the two get along seems to be the same as before.

The man kept putting food on her plate while she ate.

Dinner was accompanied by the sound of a stream flowing through the valley; it was a peaceful and serene experience.

*

Yun Zhao did not go back after finishing his meal.

Instead, he went to Xie Tu's study on the second floor and began searching for the strongholds where the survivors were located.

After the Dark Ages ended, with the establishment of outposts in various places, the base marked all areas where people were active.

There are hundreds of refugee camps of all sizes in the community.

In some places, thousands of people gathered, while in others there were only a few dozen or a hundred.

Most of these people are descendants of survivors who escaped from occupied territories.

Some previously remote villages spontaneously united after the Dark Ages began, building high walls and underground structures, and were fortunate enough to survive the disaster.

If Yun Jueren isn't in the four major bases, could he be in one of these places?

Yun Zhao opened the intelligence map, mainly to check the distribution of refuge camps along the way to contaminated zone 320.

There were more than twenty shelters of varying sizes along the way.

The territory is too large.

She could only search slowly, starting with the nearest location.

Yun Zhao picked up the A4 paper on the table and wrote down the names of these camps, planning to ask them one by one when he returned from the mission.

She didn't have time when I went there.

The 320 contaminated zone is a joint mission, and the Fumen team will definitely arrive on time. We can't be delayed on the way and keep others waiting.

After tidying up the kitchen, Xie Tu slowly stepped up the stairs.

Soft light spilled out from the half-open door.

Yun Zhao was bent over his desk, writing and drawing on the paper. His long, black hair was casually tied up, with a few strands falling gently in front of his forehead, giving him a relaxed and comfortable air.

Xie Tu unconsciously slowed his pace, afraid of disturbing the tranquil focus.

Now her presence is everywhere in the house.

A thought began to stir within him: he didn't want to let her go back; he wanted to find a way to let her stay here.