"No, I just think this is weird," Zhou Ranwu muttered to himself, "I just think there must be something going on between the two of them."
Liu Changsheng was speechless: "What can happen to these two big men? It must be you..."
Before he finished speaking, Liu Changsheng was stunned and looked at Zhou Ran: "Could it be that you mean..."
"I didn't say anything! Don't be so careless!" Zhou Ran shook his head in a hurry, took a chopstick of spicy sausage to Liu Changsheng and stuffed it into his mouth that had grown out of shock, and said in disgust, "Shut up now. Open your mouth and eat well."
Liu Changsheng: "..."
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As soon as Zhou Chifu closed the door, he hurriedly opened the letter. When the silver hook and iron painting on the paper came into view, he couldn't help but cursed. While scolding Lu Zhichengtian for being shameless, he blushed to his neck. Root, but couldn't help but continue to look down.
In the letter, Lu Zhicheng did not mention a word about the victory on the front line, or even a serious matter. Instead, he talked to him about a newly captured Siamese master, saying that the master's specialty was all kinds of dishes. Mushrooms, from cold salad to stir-fried, to soup, are all excellent. Among them, the best one is stir-fried mushrooms. He tried it once and it tasted very good. When he has time next time, he will definitely ask Zhou Let’s taste it together, brother.
Then, there is no more.
It was not a long letter, but Zhou Chi stared blankly at it for half an hour. When Zhou Ran called the door outside, Zhou Chi suddenly came back to his senses and found that he had been leaning against the door, maintaining such a funny posture. Zhou Chi read the letter as if he were a young girl peeking into her lover's letters. Suddenly, Zhou Chi felt embarrassed and annoyed. He was so busy that he folded the letter and stuffed it into his arms, and then opened the door for Zhou Ran.
"What are you doing in here? It took me a long time to come over and open the door." Zhou Ran came in with a teapot, poured tea for Zhou Chi, and asked casually, "What did Prince Hui say to you?"
"No... it's nothing... Oops!" Zhou Chi said hurriedly, reaching for a cup of tea and drinking it. Before Zhou Ran could remind him, he screamed from the heat and poured out the scalding tea.
"What are you doing in such a hurry? It's not the first time you've had tea!" Zhou Ran was almost furious. He was angry and distressed at the same time. He was so busy that he poured him a cup of herbal tea and handed it to him, while frowning and saying , "What are you thinking about? You are so confused?"
Zhou Chi took a mouthful of herbal tea and puffed out his cheeks. He was speechless and embarrassed to speak, so he shook his head at Zhou Ran, indicating that it was okay.
After a while, Zhou Chi spit out the saliva. The cavity was still a little burning, but it was still bearable.
"Are you feeling better?" Zhou Ran looked worried, "Do you want to ask the doctor to come and take a look?"
"No need." Zhou Chi shook his head and took another mouthful of cold water. When he spit it out, he felt a little better than before.
"Since it's a great victory in Southern Xinjiang, then Prince Hui will be returning to Beijing to resume his duties in the next few days, right?" Zhou Ran asked, while looking at Zhou Chi's expression, "With the status of Prince Hui, now he takes the credit for the great victory in Southern Xinjiang. Zhiwei, I’m afraid he won’t come to our barbarian land in southern Xinjiang again, right?”
Zhou Chi's face froze, and his fingers holding the tea cup tightened, and his joints turned blue and white.