Chapter 110 Getting Along (Part 1)
Without hesitation, Yun Zhao said, "Okay, let her come over."
Hesitating for even a second longer is disrespectful to your points.
"Then I'll talk to the minister." Xie Tu knew she wouldn't refuse.
He chuckled softly, as if thinking of something, "But Jiang Mu probably won't be able to sit still any longer."
The Fuheng Squad successfully eliminated a four-star contaminated zone and emerged from it one after the Zero Squad.
The four bases share information networks, and the monitoring data map simultaneously shows the collapse of two four-star pollution zones.
As S-level sentinels and top combat squads in various bases, their current combat record is verifiable.
Xie Tu's team at Dawn Base:
Number of four-star contaminated zones eliminated: 3
Dawn Base Fuhou Squad:
Number of four-star contaminated zones eliminated: 2
Jiangmu Squad of Dawn Base:
Number of four-star contaminated zones eliminated: 1
Xie Tu went to the operations command center last night and logged into Minister Duan's computer.
Dawn Base has registered Contaminated Zone 212 as a four-star danger zone with an orange mission priority.
Yun Zhao: "That's not quite normal."
S-class Sentinels have their own pride.
Jiang Mu may be lazy, but seeing that he's fallen far behind the other two, he's probably extremely worried.
"Hmm." Xie Tu leaned back slightly against the wooden sofa, his eyelids lowered as he sent a message to Minister Duan.
While he was sending messages, Yun Zhao asked about the diary.
Xie Tu said, "I've brought it over and put it in the training room. You can take it home tonight to look at it."
Yun Zhao felt relieved.
After finishing their business, the two people in the living room suddenly fell silent.
The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.
The room was quiet, so quiet that it seemed as if only their breathing could be heard.
Yun Zhao visited Xie Tu's home for the first time.
Logically speaking, when one person enters another person's private living space, they will more or less discover another side of that person that is unknown to others.
For example, traces of daily life.
But the spacious living room was fully furnished, the tabletops were spotless, and very few personal belongings were visible.
His house has a slightly different layout.
There was only a living room on the first floor; there was no kitchen or dining room in sight. Directly opposite her where she was sitting was a silver-white metal door, which was tightly closed, and its purpose was unknown.
Yun Zhao guessed that it might be a noise reduction room.
A room used to quiet down when the sentry is emotionally unstable.
The wooden spiral staircase is prominently located in the center of the living room, and his living room and living space should be concentrated on the second floor.
After surveying the living room, Yun Zhao turned his head slightly and his gaze fell on Xie Tu.
The man leaned back on the sofa in his own home, his posture relaxed, his eyes focused on the communicator, his profile sharp and cold.
Noticing her gaze, he looked up as if sensing something.
Their eyes met.
A subtle, almost imperceptible awkwardness seemed to hang in the air.
Xie Tu's eyes darkened slightly. He lowered his wrist, trying to break the silence with a conversation, "Have you eaten?"
After he finished speaking, he realized that he seemed to have done something stupid.
Like those most mundane opening remarks, they come out at this inopportune moment, lacking any originality.
To everyone's surprise, Yun Zhao replied seriously, "I didn't eat anything, but I drank a bottle of milk and ate some strawberry sandwich cookies."
She really didn't eat?
Xie Tu glanced at the time; it was 1:30 PM.
Why did she come here without eating lunch?
Xie Tu didn't ask any more questions and wouldn't overstep the boundaries of her life to interfere in her private life.
He stood up, subtly covering up his earlier behavior, and asked, "What would you like to eat? I'll make it."
Yun Zhao asked curiously, "You have a kitchen at home?"
“Yes.” Xie Tu pointed to the back, “In the backyard, in the open-air kitchen.”
This way, the cooking fumes dissipate quickly and won't drift into the house.
Yun Zhao was indeed a little hungry. She only ate a few strawberry sandwich cookies; she had forgotten the rest in the car.
"How about we cook some noodles?"
Xie Tu nodded slightly.
The two changed their shoes and went out together.
Presumably to ensure soundproofing, his house only has one front door; to get to the backyard, you have to go around to the front.
Yun Zhao followed him to the backyard, only to discover that there was a hidden paradise behind it.
A large, leafy tree stands in the courtyard, its branches and leaves layered upon each other, creating a tranquil and cool space.
Under the tree, there was a round stone table with two stone stools.
In the northeast corner of the backyard, there is a simple open-air kitchen with a small stove and an induction cooker. The kitchen is open on all sides and covered by a canopy.
Xie Tu walked to the small wooden house on one side of the eaves.
I went up and opened the door. Inside were simple wooden cabinets and a refrigerator, as well as some cooking utensils. On the shelf next to them hung some commonly used spatulas and spoons.
Xie Tu came out with a bag of noodles and two eggs. Seeing that she was standing still, he pointed to the stone bench under the tree and said, "Sit down for a while, I'll get it done soon."
Yun Zhao nodded, wanting to help, but past experience told her that letting her into the kitchen would only make things worse.
She walked to the stone bench under the tree.
I thought the outdoor benches would be dirty, but when I got closer I found they were clean, obviously he had done a thorough cleaning after he came back.
There is the sound of a stream flowing through the valley, and occasionally a breeze blows, rustling a leaf.
Yun Zhao sat on the stone bench, resting her chin on her hand, watching the man busy with his work with a bored expression.
Xie Tu has strong features and a cold profile, but he doesn't look out of place standing in front of the stove.
He skillfully turned on the tap to wash the cooking utensils, filled a pot halfway with water, and placed it on the stove to boil.
While waiting for the water to boil, he turned around and went back into the cabin, took out two large bowls, and skillfully began to pour seasonings into them.
Yun Zhao watched him work quietly.
The feeling was strange; I don't know how to describe it.
During training, she would occasionally chat with Rabbit and the others about everyday things. But when she was with Xie Tu, their conversations were almost always about business and never touched on their personal lives.
Aside from missions and training, the two rarely communicated in private.
This was the first time she had seen a more down-to-earth side of Xie Tu.
Unlike his stern demeanor in front of his teammates, or his calm and decisive manner when carrying out missions.
At this moment, he seemed to have a touch of everyday life.
It was an ordinary scene, yet it resembled a tranquil and beautiful painting.
The little bluebird perched on her head tilted its head in confusion, unusually refraining from uttering a curse.
Xie Tu had cooked at the training ground before, but Little Bluebird didn't see it. Every time his main body went there, the food was already on the table.
In the little guy's mind, the original body can't cook, and people who can cook are the ones who feed the original body.
For example, Little Bluebird never scolds Zhao Yan.
Because Zhao Yan can cook, the main body needs Zhao Yan to take care of it, otherwise it will go hungry.
He can cook!
The little bluebird found it strange.
Yun Zhao nodded silently. It seemed quite normal for Xie Tu, who lived alone, to know how to cook.
The noodles have already been put into the pot.
Xie Tu picked two scallions from the yard, washed and chopped them, took out a frying pan to fry an egg, then scooped out noodles and placed the egg on top.
He sensed something the moment Yun Zhao's gaze fell upon him.
However, he did not reveal anything about it.
The aroma of noodles gradually filled the air.
Xie Tu carried two bowls of noodles to the stone table, sat down opposite her, and placed the bowls in front of her. "Eat."
Yun Zhao has always been slow to warm up and reserved, and not good at expressing his emotions.
Pointing to his bowl of noodles, she asked, "Didn't you have lunch either?"
"have eaten."
Xie Tu handed her the chopsticks and said frankly, "I was afraid you'd feel awkward eating alone, so I'm having some with you."
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