There is still room for improvement

It was about six o'clock in the evening when Qiao Ya finished cooking.

She brought the food to the table and whispered to Lu Yuan:

"It's time to eat."

Lu Yuan closed the book and stood up to wash his hands.

When Lu Yuan stood up, Qiao Ya saw that the black cat was sitting on the little puppy on the sofa, pressing it under his body and unable to move.

The puppy was under the black cat's butt, making a whining sound of grievance.

Qiao Ya immediately screamed.

"Cola, you can't bully me."

Qiao Ya hurriedly stepped forward to hug the black cat away. The black cat shook its tail, took light steps, walked to Lu Yuan's legs and rubbed against them, looking at Xiao Hei with provocative eyes.

Xiao Hei cried out in grievance, but did not dare to cry too loudly.

Qiao Ya said to Lu Yuan helplessly:

"Why don't I lock up Coke? It seems a little unfriendly to your puppy."

Lu Yuan said indifferently:

"It's okay, let them play."

Xiao Hei is a mutant dog, very tough, and it's nothing to get beaten up.

And the black cat didn't hit hard, just think of it as training its fighting skills in advance.

I don't know if Xiao Hei understood what Lu Yuan said, it looked at Lu Yuan with resentful eyes.

After Lu Yuan washed his hands, he and Qiao Ya sat down at the dining table. Qiao Ya introduced to Lu Yuan:

"I made a stir-fried pork with green pepper, a minced pork eggplant, a stir-fried pork with celery, and a meatball soup."

Lu Yuan looked at the three dishes and one soup on the table. They were all home-cooked dishes, but they looked good.

He picked up a piece of meat, tasted it, and his face changed immediately.

Qiao Ya looked at him nervously and expectantly.

"How does it taste?"

Lu Yuan was silent for a moment.

"How should I put it? There is still room for improvement."

Qiao Ya's face was a little embarrassed. She also picked up a piece of meat and tasted it, and her face changed immediately.

"Uh, it seems a little too salty... Well, not a little, it's too salty."

Qiao Ya put down her chopsticks, gently pinched the corner of her clothes with her fingers, and her face was very embarrassed.

She hasn't cooked for a long time. She usually has more time to eat out because she is busy with her career.

"I'm sorry, I haven't cooked for a long time, and this time I wasted the ingredients."

Qiao Ya's tone was very guilty.

She also knew that at this stage, all food is very precious.

Now there are zombies rampant outside, and it is unknown when this disaster will end.

The official emergency notice also asked everyone to save food and water.

She was a little nervous. She buried her head and dared not look at Lu Yuan's eyes.

But to her surprise, Lu Yuan did not get angry.

"It's okay, take your time, let's eat something else tonight."

Of course, Lu Yuan didn't need to be angry, as he had plenty of food in his storage space.

Since he had decided to let Qiao Ya stay with him, it was no big deal for her to waste some ingredients to practice cooking.

Qiao Ya looked at Lu Yuan in disbelief, as if she couldn't believe that the three words "take your time" would come from a person like Lu Yuan.

He didn't have any dissatisfaction or complaints about her wasting a table of food?

He even acted a little... gentle?

She really couldn't connect the Lu Yuan in front of her with the Lu Yuan in the supermarket who killed people as coldly as killing chickens.

Lu Yuan pushed the dishes made by Qiao Ya aside and took out some of the prepared dishes from the storage space.

A portion of Dongpo pork, a portion of Beijing roast duck, a dish of West Lake vinegar fish, and a pot of chestnut stewed chicken soup.

These dishes were not only delicious, but also steaming hot, as if they were just out of the pot. Qiao Ya was stunned.

Lu Yuan took out another bottle of expensive red wine.

He asked Qiao Ya:

"Would you like to drink wine? Or something else?"

Qiao Ya was stunned and said:

"Either is fine."

Lu Yuan handed her a bottle of juice.

"Then let's have juice, it's healthier."

After a busy day, Lu Yuan was very hungry. He picked up his chopsticks and began to enjoy the delicious food on the table.

Seeing Qiao Ya standing there without moving her chopsticks, Lu Yuan asked curiously:

"What's wrong? Not to your liking?"

Unexpectedly, Qiao Ya's eyes suddenly turned red.

"Thank you, Lu Yuan, you are so nice to me."

Lu Yuan was speechless.

Is this Stockholm syndrome?

"Let's eat."

"Yeah."

...

Wang Qiang's side.

The anti-theft door in the room was broken by Wang Qiang. Wang Qiang blocked the door with a cabinet and placed a glass bottle upside down on the cabinet.

If someone pushes the door, the glass bottle can play a certain warning role after it falls.

At this moment, Wang Qiang's stomach growled with hunger and he was in a very irritable mood.

He and Zhang Qian searched the room in boxes and cabinets, but did not find any food.

Obviously, the owner of this house does not live here permanently. The refrigerator is empty, and the power has been off for a long time. The furniture is also covered with dust.

The two have not eaten anything all day, and they are already starving.

Zhang Qian thought about it and asked tentatively:

"Lu Yuan and the others must have food, or I will go ask them?"

Wang Qiang frowned.

"Shut up! I can't afford to lose this person. If you want to go, go by yourself, and don't come back to me."

Zhang Qian felt wronged and opened her mouth, but looking at Wang Qiang's gloomy expression, she didn't say anything after all.

Wang Qiang paced back and forth in the room. He thought for a while, and then opened the door.

He carefully looked around and confirmed that there were no zombies in the corridor. He walked to the door opposite and knocked.

"Is anyone here? If no one is here, I can come in."

Seeing no one responding, Wang Qiang picked up a hammer and was about to break the door, but unexpectedly, a middle-aged man's voice came from inside the door.

"No, no, no, there's someone here, don't mess around, or I'll call the police!"

The man's voice was very nervous.

Obviously, the man on the other side of the door also knew about Wang Qiang's glorious deeds of "breaking into the door" and was quite afraid of Wang Qiang.

After hearing the voice, Wang Qiang suddenly felt angry.

"MD, what bad luck."

He looked at the stairs and hesitated whether to go to other floors to look for it.

But he was afraid that zombies would appear on other floors.

It was dark now, and the corridor was full of voice-activated lights.

The voice-activated lights lasted for a short time, and you had to make a sound to light up, which might attract zombies.

Although Wang Qiang was reckless, he was not fearless.

"Fuck it, forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Wang Qiang returned to his house in disgrace, holding the hammer.

After blocking the door again, Wang Qiang threw the hammer aside, feeling a nameless anger in his heart that he had nowhere to vent.

He grabbed Zhang Qian, picked her up horizontally, carried her to the bedroom, and threw her roughly on the bed.

He pressed Zhang Qian under him, but he was imagining Qiao Ya's face in his mind.

Qiao Ya's exquisite and beautiful face and perfect and well-proportioned figure, her every frown and smile seemed to have a thousand charms, lingering in his heart.

But then he thought of Lu Yuan again. When he thought that he was with Qiao Ya now, Wang Qiang couldn't stop the anger in his heart.

"I don't know what the couple is doing right now."

Wang Qiang's anger grew stronger. He grabbed Zhang Qian's neck with one hand, pinning her down tightly, and used the other hand to roughly strip her clothes.

"Oh, be gentle."

Zhang Qian was a little unhappy about his rough treatment, but looking at Wang Qiang's gloomy face, she didn't say anything more.