"Every day? Zhajiang noodles?" Sun Hang was montarily taken aback and asked instinctively.
"If you want to eat sothing else, I can make it too." Zhong Ling said, "But you need to apply for so fresh ingredients from the supply departnt in advance... The things in your fridge are too monotonous."
It must be said, this is a very tempting proposal.
Although Sun Hang isn't exactly a foodie, who wouldn't want to eat fresh hot als instead of frozen fast food every day?
"I suddenly thought of the story of the Snail Girl." Sun Hang glanced at Zhong Ling, who lowered her eyelids slightly, not eting Sun Hang's gaze, she just silently picked up so noodles with her chopsticks and ate them, chewing in small bites.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, perhaps it was a bit too much for her to handle the heavy wok in the kitchen with one hand.
With the Snail Girl taking care of the cooking, Sun Hang naturally took on the task of washing dishes... After all, he just needed to collect the dishes and throw them into the dishwasher and press the start button.
"By the way, where's your mom?" Sun Hang glanced at Zhong Ling, who was spacing out in front of the fridge, and asked a question that sounded a bit like cursing, "Is she lying in those coffins like the other ghastly remains?"
"She's on the rooftop." Zhong Ling replied.
Sun Hang looked up towards the ceiling—although the presence-hiding ability of Ghastly Remains No. 001 wasn't as strong as No. 005, it was still very stealthy, and at this distance, Sun Hang couldn't detect even the slightest hint of its presence.
"She won't sneak into my bedroom and swipe with a claw at midnight, will she?" Sun Hang muttered.
"She won't." Zhong Ling shook her head.
"That's good then." The dishwasher let out a soft ding and Sun Hang opened the cabinet door, taking out the clean, dry dishes and putting them back on the dish rack.
"Do you like drinking alcohol?" Zhong Ling suddenly asked.
"Huh? Why ask that?" Sun Hang was slightly stunned, "Oh... you an those drinks in the fridge, they're not mine, those are all Mr. Wang's doing. She loves to drink and always drags to drink with her... but I still prefer carbonated drinks a bit more."
"Mr. Wang?"
"A registered Hunter in Tianfu City, Wang Xiyi, codena 'Night Slayer'." Sun Hang explained, "She's the one in the video who smashed Chira 17."
"You... co-habit?" Zhong Ling's expression seed to turn a bit stiff.
"No, she lives next door, just cos over often to drink because there's nothing else to do." Sun Hang said, "After all, during that ti in Tianfu City, it was just and her, the only two Hunters around, no one else lived in the villa area."
"Oh." Zhong Ling nodded slightly, her expression easing a bit.
After a while, she took out two cans from the fridge, walked over to Sun Hang, and handed one over.
"Want so?" Zhong Ling asked.
Sun Hang took a look. The girl had picked the highest alcohol content drink in the entire fridge. He had just drunk a can of this stuff earlier, and if he drank another, he would probably start feeling dizzy.
Even though with his abilities, becoming sober would just be a matter of thought... but no one can guarantee that before sobering up, he wouldn't do sothing under the influence that he wouldn't do sober.
Especially with soone's mother squatting on the rooftop...
"This stuff is pretty strong, are you sure you want to drink this?" Sun Hang asked.
"I want to try." Zhong Ling said softly.
"Then you drink it." Sun Hang placed the can he was holding on the countertop.
He didn't say he wanted to drink.
"You won't drink?"
"No, drinking causes trouble." Sun Hang shook his head, "I have important things to do in the next two days."
"But you've already had two cans, right?" Zhong Ling pointed to the cans in the trash.
"That's why I can't have a third." Sun Hang pulled out a garbage bag and handed it to Zhong Ling.
Zhong Ling looked at him, a bit confused.
"If you're going to get sick, make sure to use the bag. The cleaning robot can't really handle vomit." Sun Hang said seriously.
"..."
"Who's ever tried drinking by starting with sixty-seven-degree liquor?" Sun Hang took the can from Zhong Ling's hand and replaced it with a low-alcohol fruit wine from the fridge, "I recomnd you drink this. It tastes almost like juice, just a hint of alcohol. Back when I used to drink with Mr. Wang, this was my favorite. As for what you picked, only a hardcore drinker like Mr. Wang would enjoy it."
Zhong Ling looked once more at the two cans in the trash, opened the fruit wine cautiously, and took a small sip. Within monts, a strange flush appeared on her face, and her gaze started to look a bit unfocused.
"No way?" Sun Hang looked at Zhong Ling in disbelief.
He knew her alcohol tolerance might not be good, but he didn't expect her to get drunk so easily.
"Seems a bit... dizzy." Zhong Ling spoke softly.
"Thank goodness you didn't drink the sixty-seven-degree liquor." Sun Hang complained, "Can't even walk, and you're thinking about pole vaulting?"
He snapped his fingers, and the drunkenness engulfing Zhong Ling disappeared entirely.
"Is this also one of your abilities?" Zhong Ling, naturally sensing sothing amiss, asked Sun Hang.
"Kind of, but I still suggest you don't drink anymore." Sun Hang said, "Tomorrow, I'll tell the supply departnt to send so juice and milk over."
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