Chapter 190 Eccentric Guest
After lying down in bed, Zuo Shan logged into her personal homepage on the Ninth Forum, selected the shipping time in the "Pending Shipment" section—10 AM to 12 PM tomorrow, and then closed her eyes and fell asleep instantly.
I've done so much work all day, I'm so tired!
When I woke up in the morning, Lele had already cooked breakfast. Today's breakfast was: wild vegetable dumplings with double-skin milk.
Lele has now learned how to make double-skin milk pudding. Although she is not as talented as Zuo Shan in cooking, she learns very quickly. She can make about 70% of Zuo Shan's level after watching her only twice.
Zuo Shan, on the other hand, replicated the dish entirely based on his past memories, even without various ingredients.
The family was about to have a happy breakfast when they heard a knock on the door, and then a message came from the left-hand wristwatch: "The hurricane messenger is here to pick up the goods, please open the door!"
Zuo Shan remembered that she had chosen a time between 10 pm and 12 am last night. She looked up at her watch and saw that it was exactly 10 pm.
How can this person be so dedicated? Couldn't he have chosen a compromise or a later time within those two hours?
Despite the complaints, Zuo Shan still admired the person's dedication and quickly got up to open the courtyard gate and let him into the house.
As the saying goes, practice makes perfect!
The last time they came, it was the first time she had met them, so she was inevitably wary and didn't dare let them into the house. She only handled the handover procedures in the yard.
But this was the second time, and besides, the delivery was timely last time, and the pickup was timely this time as well. She felt that she should treat this hurricane messenger with the proper hospitality.
"Sir, may I ask your surname? How should I address you?" Zuo Shan asked casually as she led him the way.
"Number 48." The other party remained as taciturn as ever.
He was still wearing the same hoodie as last time, and his face was still covered with a heat-resistant veil, seemingly intending to hide his true face completely.
Zuo Shan didn't intend to pry too much into other people's personal privacy. Since the other party was unwilling to even reveal their surname, she didn't want to say anything more.
Take out the ten pre-packaged sealed bags and let him put them into the ten metal boxes.
The box still had the item name, weight, and recipient's nickname pre-labeled. After locking the box and putting it into his storage space, Zuo Shan thought he would turn around and leave like last time.
result……
"Miss Zuo Shan, may I ask what food is on your table? May I buy some?" a lazy baritone voice asked.
Left Fan: Is she hallucinating?
Of course, it was early in the morning, and she had slept well, so it was impossible for her to be hallucinating. She took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and then said:
"It's a kind of food that my family makes ourselves, called double-skin milk."
If you haven't had breakfast yet, please stay and have it with us.
The man was clearly stunned. He had originally planned to maintain the image of Hurricane Messenger No. 48 as a taciturn and highly efficient person for a while longer, but he did not expect this woman to act unpredictably and directly invite him to have breakfast together!
Even though he had covered his face so thoroughly, could he still not hide his irresistible personal charm?
He wanted to maintain a good employee image and say something like, "Taking advantage of customers violates the service code," but his sense of smell had long been overwhelmed by the sweet aromas filling the room, so in the end, his desire for delicious food prevailed.
He nodded as if he were in a trance and said, "Thank you for your hospitality!"
Only after saying this did he realize that if he wanted to stay for dinner, he would inevitably have to reveal his true identity.
But that doesn't matter, since she's never seen Hurricane Messenger No. 48's true face anyway. Once he figures out what's so interesting about her, he'll leave District 48.
If they ask why number 48 was replaced, just say it was an internal personnel transfer.
Zuo Shan was momentarily stunned when she saw the man actually sit down at the dining table.
She invited him to stay for dinner, but it was just a common courtesy among Earthlings when guests come to their meals. Most people would politely decline and then make an excuse to leave in a hurry.
But he actually took the opportunity to stay! Didn't he know how precious food was in the wasteland?
But since the words had already been spoken, it would be too embarrassing to go back on them. Zuo Shan had no choice but to endure the pain and hand him a plate, bowl, and spoon. Then, she used a large soup spoon to scoop out a portion of double-skin milk from the bamboo basin placed in the middle of the table.
The portion was about a quarter of the usual amount. She then placed four more wild vegetable dumplings on the plate in front of him, trying her best to maintain a smile as she said, "The food in my humble abode is simple, please don't find it offensive!"
"Hmm, there aren't many varieties, but this food smells delicious," the man said, pointing to the double-skin milk in the bowl.
Then he finally made up his mind and removed the heat-insulating veil.
The moment Zuo Shan saw its true form, he felt a pang of regret!
This deliveryman was really born at the wrong time. If he had been born on Earth, he wouldn't have to do such a hard job.
With just that face, even without acting skills, he could easily make a fortune just by sitting there as a quiet, handsome man and shooting a few photo albums.
He was sitting at the table with a serious expression, not making any frivolous moves, but his amber eyes, slightly lowered and staring at the double-skin milk, gave off a seductive feeling.
Even though the room was dimly lit, his fair and jade-like forehead seemed to be faintly glowing.
His lips were a vibrant crimson, like blooming blood-red roses. Occasionally, when he raised his eyelids, his eyes would shimmer with a captivating light, as if they could devour one's soul at any moment.
To put it bluntly: He's an absolute male vixen!
Such a handsome man must be a feast for the eyes, and Zuo Shan felt the pain of parting the food had lessened considerably.
The man remained silent, savoring the food with rapt attention. The ultimate pleasure he felt from his taste buds far surpassed that of any beautiful woman he had ever tasted.
Seeing that the guest did not speak, Zuo Shan, adhering to the noble tradition of "not speaking while eating or sleeping," enjoyed his breakfast while admiring the stunning beauty.
Seeing that her sister remained silent, Pan Duole naturally didn't say a word either. She was always a very perceptive and sensible child.
Only Xiao Bao occasionally showed a hint of dissatisfaction. A stranger had taken part of its breakfast, and he was sitting closest to Sister Fan. How annoying!
The man finally finished his breakfast, took out a pack of high-quality napkins from his spatial storage, placed them on the table, pulled out one and wiped his mouth with an elegant gesture, then threw the used napkin into the metal trash can under the table.
This trash can was something Zuo Shan just remembered and asked Xiao Bao to buy a couple of days ago.
"My surname is Linghu, and my given name is Yi. Thank you for breakfast. See you again sometime!" The man said his first and last words after finishing his meal, and then got up and left.
Zuo Shan silently gazed at the sky. She had never seen anyone act like this before, even in her two lifetimes and two different worlds.
Lele poked the pack of napkins he had left behind and asked, "Sister, how many silver coins is this worth? He won't come back for it, will he?"
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