Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 283 Chicken talking to duck

Returning to the house from the back door, Zhong Yin took off her greasy work clothes. The autumn wind brought a chill. She coughed and uneasily picked up a tissue and wiped her washed hands before removing the beige clothes hanging behind the door. Put on your coat.

The zipper slid all the way up and encountered huge resistance in her chest. She frowned slightly and pulled the zipper hard, feeling a little tight in her chest.

"Clap."

As if unable to withstand such huge pressure, the zipper suddenly broke and fell off, and bounced onto the toolbox placed in the corner.

“The quality is really bad…”

Zhong Yin frowned, picked up the zipper and put it on the table, planning to put the zipper back on when he had time.

"Sister Yin, what's that sound over there?" At this moment, a confused voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

"Nothing, something fell off."

"Did you catch a cold?"

"No...ahem."

Zhong Yin denied it out loud, but his body didn't seem to want to deny it. As soon as he finished speaking, he coughed twice uncontrollably.

"You must have a cold..."

Han Zhou thought to himself that indeed, he felt that the other party's voice was a bit strange just now. Just as he was about to continue speaking, he heard the other party say urgently, "Keep your voice down, don't let Xiao Ling hear it."

Han Zhou was stunned, glanced at Zhong Ling beside him, and asked doubtfully: "Are you afraid that she will know about this kind of thing?"

"It's just a little cold. There's no need to tell her and worry her." Zhong Yin said coldly, "I'll go back to the bedroom and take medicine now, and I'll recover tonight."

"You are really strong enough..." Han Zhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

No...it may not be appropriate to describe it as strong.

He suddenly remembered that when he first went to sister Zhong Yin's house, the woman was reluctant to pay for compensation, so she proposed to use "punch for punch" as compensation, but she didn't want her sister Zhong Ling to see this scene. scene at the time.

This woman takes her pride very seriously, but she is not unable to let it go.

She just showed her strong side to her sister, and kept her embarrassed side to herself.

There was the sound of opening and closing the door on the other end of the phone, followed by various sounds. It seemed that Zhong Yin had really gone back to the room to take medicine. Han Zhou's hearing was very good now, and he could vaguely hear the crisp sound of the wind chimes.

"Sister Yin, are there wind chimes in your room?"

"Yes." Zhong Yin seemed to be drinking water, "There are also sets in Xiaoling's room."

"Your relationship is really good." Han Zhou smiled and expressed sincere emotion.

"You don't need to tell me that."

Zhong Yin put down his cup and his eyes fell on the family photo on the bedside table.

The photo shows a family of four. The background is a sunny meadow. There are a pair of smiling men and women standing on the left and right sides. In the middle, there is a little girl with a bright smile. Her hands are held by her parents. Standing behind her are Another girl, who was much taller, put her hands on the little girl's head, with the same smile. Although not as bright as the little girl, it was still filled with happiness.

After staring at the family portrait for a long time, Zhong Yin withdrew his gaze and said, "Okay, let's get back to the question just now."

Han Zhou's face straightened and he confirmed again: "How do I view you... is this the question, right?"

"Correct."

Zhong Yin replied in the affirmative. She actually asked what she thought of her craftsmanship, but she didn't think much about it and just assumed that the other party had omitted the subject.

"Sister Yin, please forgive me...why do you suddenly ask this?" Han Zhou asked in confusion.

Zhong Yin was silent for a moment: "I want to make some changes... Anyway, please be serious and tell me your true thoughts. Your opinions are very important to me."

"Okay." He was puzzled. Since Zhong Yin had mentioned this, Han Zhou naturally had to cooperate with her, "Then what specific aspects should be evaluated?"

"Color, flavor."

Zhong Yin spoke calmly. In her opinion, judging craftsmanship is to evaluate whether the food a person makes is delicious, and the color, smell, and taste are the criteria for judging whether the food is delicious.

Color, flavor?

Han Zhou was stunned. Isn't color, smell, and taste used to evaluate food? When can it be used to evaluate people?

He felt something was wrong and confirmed again: "Sister Yin, are you sure it's really you you want me to evaluate?"

"Where do you get all this nonsense?" Zhong Yin frowned, "It's me, Xiaoling doesn't need your evaluation."

Xiaoling had made pastries several times before, and this guy had eaten them too. She thought Han Zhou also wanted to comment on Zhongling's cooking skills.

Well, it is indeed people who need to be evaluated...

Han Zhou felt relieved and asked again: "What does this 'color' refer to..."

"The shape and the color, of course."

Zhong Yin thinks this guy did it on purpose. How can a normal person not know the meaning of sex, fragrance?

This question stumps me. I hate commenting on other people's appearance... Han Zhou pondered for a moment and said, "I think you have a good appearance. You have good looks and a good temperament, but you are a bit cold." , it would be nice if it could be improved.”

"Does it need to be improved if it's cold?" Zhong Yin frowned. It's not a freshly baked pastry. Isn't it normal for it to be cold?

"It's a matter of opinion. Some people may like your style." Han Zhou smiled, "Anyway, in my opinion, it would be more likable if it was not so cold."

"How can I not be so cold?"

Zhong Yin thought he was being picky. It wasn't summer now. If it felt cold, wouldn't he know how to heat it up?

I don't know how to not be so cold... Han Zhou hesitated for a moment: "Well, how about you imitate my senior sister and smile more?"

Do you draw smiling faces on pastries... Xiaoling really likes to do this when making pastries. Although I don't know what it has to do with whether it is cold or not, you can try it.

Zhong Yin secretly noted it down and asked, "Is there any more?"

"What else?"

"The advantages and disadvantages of sex." She knew that Han Zhou was a little afraid of her, so she added in as gentle a tone as possible, "Just tell me, I won't be angry."

"I can't see the shortcomings for the time being, but the advantages..." Han Zhou hesitated for a while, but decided to answer truthfully, and said with difficulty, "...very interesting."

Zhong Yin's figure is quite impressive, the kind that makes people unable to take their eyes away. Since the other party has given him the "right to freedom of speech", it is still necessary to speak out about this advantage.

"Any information?"

Zhong Yin was stunned for a moment, then realized that the pastries she made did use a lot of ingredients, but this was not necessarily a good thing. It might make people feel overly sweet, so he asked, "Do you think this is a good thing?"

"what?"

"I mean do you like this kind of thing? Or...will this make you more appetizing?"

Han Zhou looked dull. Do you want to ask me this question? And...what does appetite mean?

Could it be that this guy is also a hidden car god? !

Taking a deep breath and shaking off the unhealthy images in his mind, he said cautiously: "Of course I like this type...but one thing needs to be stated. Whether it's material or not is not that important to me. What matters to me is appearance. ."

In fact, from the bottom of his heart, Han Zhou prefers big ones. He answered this mainly because he was wary of guzheng——

As a representative of "no material", once Gu Zheng gets the news from Zhong Yin that he likes Da Da in the future, he may lose his temper because of it. In order to prevent the boomerang from hurting himself, he has to be careful in his answers. Han Zhou secretly praised his wit, and then heard Zhong Yin question: "What matters is appearance? Shouldn't the most important thing be whether it tastes good or not?"

Han Zhou's face froze, unhealthy images appeared in his mind again, and he asked in a voiceless voice: "Is it delicious?"

"Isn't it? Whether it's enough ingredients or not enough ingredients, isn't the final taste the key?"

"Where's the taste?" Han Zhou's thoughts blurted out.

"Of course it's the overall taste."

Zhong Yin frowned, feeling more and more that this guy didn't want to answer properly and just asked meaningless questions.

The overall taste is great, but my layout is too small...

Han Zhou felt awe-struck in his heart. He was almost certain that this woman who looked cold on weekdays was indeed a well-hidden driving expert like Noila Mo!

The difference is that Mo Yixia's car is mostly in the open, while Zhong Yin's car is more subtle.

He smiled bitterly: "I don't think I can answer this question yet..."

"That's right. If you have a chance to come to my house in the future, I will try to let you taste more fresh flavors."

Zhong Yin nodded. The pastries she was currently making were too single, and she couldn't let the other party taste more flavors. Naturally, she couldn't make an objective evaluation.

Han Zhou was startled. Before he could ask clearly what he meant, he heard the other party continue: "Let's talk about 'fragrance' next. What do you think of the fragrance? Is it attractive enough?"

Han Zhou recalled for a moment and said with a wry smile: "I don't seem to have smelled this before..."

As if he thought of something, he hesitated and said, "It should taste similar to senior sister, right?"

After all, they are biological sisters. The shampoo and shower gel they usually use are almost the same, so the taste shouldn't be too bad, right?

Zhong Yin thought for a while and replied: "Yes, almost. Isn't Xiaoling by your side now? Go smell it."

She had just sent a pack of cakes to her sister not long ago, and Xiaoling's personality would probably carry some with her. She meant to take out the cakes and smell them.

Han Zhou was stunned and said in disbelief: "Did you just get closer and smell it?"

"Nonsense, how can you smell it?" Zhong Yin became impatient, "Hurry up, don't waste my phone money."

Han Zhou stood there blankly for two seconds, then turned to look at Zhong Ling, who had been standing obediently beside him, as if he was hesitant to speak.

Zhong Ling smiled slightly and asked in a soft voice: "What's wrong?"

She had already seen that her sister's call was not because of something urgent, so she no longer worried. She was thinking about her sister's joy when she received the cake machine, when she looked up and saw the embarrassed expression of her junior.

Han Zhou gritted his teeth and said, "Um...Sister Yin asked me to get closer and smell your scent."

Zhongling: "?"

She tilted her head, with a cute expression of confusion.

A few seconds passed, and when she saw Han Zhou standing there with an awkward look on his face, she took the initiative to lean closer to him and whispered: "This...can you smell it like this?"

She believed that her junior would not lie to her, and her sister would not make fun of herself. Since neither of them would harm her, she had nothing to worry about.

But even though she thought so, she was still a little nervous. She was not so nervous when they hugged each other before, but now when she thought of her junior classmate smelling her body, her heartbeat accelerated inexplicably.

I take a shower every day, and I haven't sweated much today. There shouldn't be any weird smell, right?

In fact, Han Zhou really wanted to say that he had smelled Zhong Ling's scent before, and his strong memory allowed him to remember the smell. But seeing Zhong Ling approaching actively, he couldn't let her stay away from him. , so he sniffed symbolically, nodded and said: "Thank you, senior sister, it smells very fragrant."

"This...is like this."

Zhong Ling's face turned red and she smiled shyly.

Han Zhou calmly moved a few steps aside, put the phone to his ear, and said, "Sister Yin, I've smelled it. It's very fragrant."

"Do you smell appetizing?" Zhong Yin asked.

Why is it appetite again...

Han Zhou took a breath and saw Zhong Ling next to him with an innocent and innocent expression. He sighed: "I'm sorry, Sister Yin, I don't have the habit of eating people..."

"what?"

"What I mean is that we can have a serious discussion and stop talking about appetite all the time."

Zhong Yin was stunned for a moment: "But what's the point of evaluating food if you don't mention appetite?"

“Rate food for why…wait, food?”

"Yes, otherwise what do you think it is?"

Zhong Yin finally realized the problem and frowned, "What I asked you to evaluate from the beginning was my pastry-making skills. How do you evaluate the pastries I make? What do you think it is?"

"……food."

"Be honest."

“It’s really the food…”

Zhong Yin was silent for a while: "You should be evaluating me, right?"

She had come to her senses.

Han Zhou felt something in his heart and said seriously: "Delicious food comes from the chef's rich heart. In a sense, there is no emotional difference between the two. Evaluating food is equivalent to evaluating the person who made the food."

"This explanation sounds okay." Zhong Yin said calmly.

Han Zhou just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the other party say coldly, "But please explain to me first... what does it mean to have information?"

She was not as pure as her younger sister. Recalling the conversation between the two just now, a blush quietly appeared on her face, and she became embarrassed.

Han Zhou's heart skipped a beat and he said bravely: "It just means that I have a good figure... you asked me to evaluate you truthfully. You will never be angry!"

"Is this what I asked you to evaluate?"

"I didn't hear clearly." Han Zhou defended.

"You can even hear Xiaoling's voice, how could you not be able to hear what I said?" Zhong Yin said coldly.

"It was so noisy over there at that time that my eardrums were almost pierced, so I didn't hear clearly." Han Zhou became more and more adamant as he spoke, "Speaking of which, this is still your responsibility. You don't know how to choose a quieter one when you call me. place."

Zhong Yin was silent for a while, and seemed to realize that Han Zhou could not be entirely blamed, and said, "I am indeed responsible."

Although his tone was still harsh, it was finally not so cold.

"But I still have a question..."

"Did you really get closer to smell Xiaoling's scent just now?"

(End of this chapter)