There was no response, so he looked up and saw Jiang Ling had fallen asleep in his arms with her eyes closed.
He chuckled, picked her up gently, wiped her clean, and placed her on the bed with new sheets. He also got into the quilt, hugged her, and fell asleep peacefully.
When Zhou Jing'an got up in the morning to see Zhou Xian off, Jiang Ling felt a bit drowsy, but then she fell asleep again. When she opened her eyes again, Zhou Jing'an was right next to her, also with his eyes closed.
She moved her body and Zhou Jing'an woke up.
After sending Zhou Xian back, he simply took off his outer robe and hugged Jiang Ling to take a nap. It was just a light sleep, and he woke up as soon as she moved.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" he asked hurriedly.
Jiang Ling shook her head and wanted to get up. Zhou Jing'an quickly brought her some warm water. After drinking a glass of water, her dry throat felt much better.
She glanced at the sky and saw it was already noon.
"I've cooked some rice. Take your time getting up. There's no rush." Zhou Jing'an went out. When Jiang Ling came downstairs after washing up, he saw two dishes on the table.
Scrambled eggs with tomatoes and fried meat with peppers.
There was no takeout bag. Jiang Ling was surprised. "Did you make this?"
Zhou Jing'an came over with the kelp soup and nodded nervously, "I looked at the recipe when I was bored on the set and tried it when I had the chance. It tasted okay. I wonder how it will turn out today."
After serving rice, Zhou Jing'an sat down opposite her and looked at her nervously as he watched her pick up the fried pork with chili and put it into her mouth.
Jiang Ling's eyes lit up and she nodded, "It's delicious."
It may not be very delicious, but it is definitely not unpalatable. Since you are just starting to learn, you should be encouraged.
She took another bite of scrambled eggs with tomatoes. She liked sweet food, so Zhou Jingan made it sweet. "This is delicious too. It seems you have a talent for cooking!"
Her sparkling eyes and smile put Zhou Jing'an at ease. He smiled as well and picked up some food for her. "You're not very skilled yet, but it will taste better in the future."
After the two of them finished their meal, Jiang Ling took out a wooden box from somewhere and handed it to him, "Open it and take a look."
Inside the box was a long knife.
Zhou Jing'an's eyes lit up, he took it out and looked at it carefully, then looked up at her in surprise.
Jiang Ling smiled and nodded, "I made one based on the one you had before."
After she finished filming, she kept looking for a shop that could forge swords, and described the appearance of the knife he had used before, but it took some time.
Fortunately, the finished product was good and the materials used were also good. She weighed it in her hand and found that it was really similar to the previous one.
Of course, the price is also considerable, but since it is for Zhou Jingan, she is willing to spend it.
He always carries that knife with him, he likes it and is good at using it.
After coming here, he could only use branches to practice during morning exercises. She couldn't bear to see this, so she had to get him another one.
She later looked for a model online and thought that Zhou Jing'an's sword was very similar to the historical Hongming Sword, but she was not sure if it was true or not. It didn't matter whether it was true or not, as long as he was satisfied with the finished product.
Zhou Jing'an tried it and the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger.
He put down the knife, hugged her, and said happily, "I like it very much, thank you."
"As long as you like it." Jiang Ling was also happy.
"Do you want to give it a name?" she asked, "or just call it Han Zhao?"
Han Zhao was the name of his previous knife.
Zhou Jing'an looked at the knife and pondered for a moment, then looked at Jiang Ling, "Let's call her Mei Wan."
"Zhaozi" is the common name for eyes, and "hanzhao" means cold eyes.
That was the knife he had used before, a sharp weapon to protect Da Gan. It was stained with blood, so there was nothing wrong with calling that.
But this one was given to him by Jiang Ling, and he was reluctant to call it by such a murderous name.
Jiang Ling's curved eyebrows and eyes look particularly beautiful, so let's call her Meiwan.
Although he didn't say it, Jiang Ling roughly understood his intention, so she smiled and said okay.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Jiang Ling sent Zhou Jing'an to Fumanlou, a high-end Chinese restaurant where they had agreed to discuss business tonight.
She waved at Zhou Jingan, "Come on! I'll pick you up when you're done!"
Zhou Jing'an smiled and nodded, "Okay." Then he turned and went in.
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