The Fishing Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder After The Attack [Quick Wear]

7.6 - Overnight

　　Mingxin didn't know how she followed Zhou Cheng back to his house in a daze.

　　There seemed to be more thunder along the way. As soon as Ming Xin was about to get off Zhou Cheng, a thunder struck down suddenly, making him shrink back into Zhou Cheng's arms in fright.

　　Zhou Cheng seemed to be holding a child, supporting Mingxin's body with just one hand. His arms were thick and strong, and Mingxin could sit on them without swaying along the way.

　　Mingxin realized his strength again. After all, he was an adult weighing more than 100 kilograms. Zhou Cheng could actually hug him with one hand. This arm strength was simply terrifying.

　　But even though he knew all this, it was difficult for him to be afraid of Zhou Cheng. Such a big, stupid guy with so much strength, wouldn't he be used to hug him? What's there to be afraid of?

　　He was hugged by Zhou Cheng with peace of mind. The rain on the road was so heavy that he could hardly see the road. When he returned to the house, Mingxin noticed that Zhou Cheng's two strong calves were soaked, and the clothes on the shoulder far away from him were even wet. He was dripping water, but looking at himself, his whole body was dry. The wettest thing was the soles of his shoes.

　　On a hot summer night, even if it rained, it was still very hot. Zhou Cheng didn't care about the wet clothes on his body. After putting Mingxin down in the house, he took some food from the refrigerator and went out again.

　　"Where are you going?" Mingxin grabbed the hem of his clothes before he went out, frowning and complaining, "You didn't want me to accompany you? Why did you run away?!"

　　Zhou Cheng raised the noodles in his hand and said, "I'm going to cook noodles. I'll be back soon."

　　Mingxin didn't understand why Zhou Cheng had to go out to cook noodles. He muttered dissatisfiedly: "It's just a noodles. Don't think of leaving me here alone. I have to go too."

　　Zhou Cheng said, "The kitchen is very dirty, so you should stay here."

　　Mingxin thought to herself, aren't all kitchens the same? How could they be so dirty?

　　He refused to stay alone in the house, and Zhou Cheng had no choice but to let him follow behind him.

　　As a result, Mingxin was shocked when she saw the appearance of the kitchen.

　　He thought cooking was just an induction cooker with a pot on top, but Zhou Cheng's kitchen had a large stove made of bricks, with firewood piled on the ground beside it. To start a fire, he put the firewood into the stove and lit it. Fire burns wood.

　　The black smoke pushed Mingxin straight out of the kitchen. Fortunately, there was a waterproof roof on the way from the main house to the kitchen. He stood at the door where the rain and black smoke could not reach him, covering his nose and raising his eyebrows. He frowned and complained to Zhou Cheng inside: "Why is your kitchen like this?"

　　Zhou Cheng: "All kitchens in the village are like this."

　　In fact, Zhou Cheng's kitchen is considered very clean in the village. The table next to the pot has been wiped clean with a cloth. There is not much oil stain. The floor is swept every day. As for the smoke and dust brought out from the firewood pile, it is very clean. It is inevitable.

　　Mingxin didn't know that he had completely regretted it at this time. What could the noodles cooked in such a dirty kitchen look like? It must be dark and dirty. He wanted to say that he wouldn't eat it, but he saw Zhou Cheng in the room, amidst the oil smoke, bending down with an expressionless expression, and directly took a piece of firewood from the fire like an iron hand. The muscles in his arms bulged as he turned over the pile of firewood on the stove.