PWE – Chapter 180

“Knock, knock, knock!” The knocking on the door grew more urgent.

He Xiuyan’s loud voice rang from outside: “Zhan Zeyan, open the door! I know you’re in there. Hurry up and open it, or I’ll just keep knocking!”

The knocking was so loud that some of the other family members came to see who it was.

Some of them had seen He Xiuyan before and knew he was Commander He’s son. Smiling, they politely greeted him: “Comrade He, are you looking for Commander Zhan? He might be busy at home and didn’t hear your knocking. Why don’t you come in and sit for a while? You can wait at my place for the commander.”

He Xiuyan: “……” He hadn’t wanted to involve these family members at all; he just wanted to get into Zhan Zeyan’s house to see Comrade Xiao.

He barely furrowed his brows and politely said to them, “Thank you all for your kindness, but it’s unnecessary. I believe Commander Zhan will open the door shortly.”

The family members glanced at Zhan Zeyan’s firmly closed door. They wanted to try persuading him again, but then with a “creak,” the door opened.

Zhan Zeyan appeared in their line of sight.

His expression was icy, and he looked at He Xiuyan with displeasure. “What do you want?!”

The tone was far from friendly.

He Xiuyan was unfazed. He glanced at Zhan Zeyan, then walked past him into the room. “Isn’t it lunchtime? I came over for a meal.”

Zhan Zeyan: “……” He pressed his lips tightly together, closed the door with a measured force, then turned to He Xiuyan. “No food at your own home? You have to come to mine to eat?”

He Xiuyan casually walked to the table to sit down. Seeing no bowls or chopsticks set for him, he got up and went to the kitchen to get his own.

He smiled lightly. “Of course I have food at home. But it’s been a long time since I ate a meal cooked by Comrade Xiao. I wanted to try it again.”

Zhan Zeyan: “……”

He furrowed his brows sharply, his expression very dark.

Xiao Wange placed two servings of food into Zhan Zeyan’s bowl, smiling at him. “Eat quickly. There’s plenty of food for lunch today, so one more person won’t matter.”

Zhan Zeyan picked up his bowl and chopsticks again, glaring toward the kitchen. “Some people really have thick skins!” he muttered coldly.

Sure enough, thick-skinned He Xiuyan emerged from the kitchen, holding chopsticks in one hand and a bowl full of rice in the other.

He sat down beside Zhaozhao, smiling, and grabbed some food into his bowl. As he ate, he said, “Zeyan, you’re just jealous of me. You’re jealous because I’m better looking than you, so you don’t want me coming to eat at your house.”

Zhan Zeyan: “……”

He rolled his eyes at He Xiuyan, letting out a quiet scoff. “Jealous? I’m jealous of your thick skin!”

He Xiuyan tasted the food, and his smile turned satisfied. Meals cooked by Comrade Xiao were simply delicious. If he could eat like this every day, that would be perfect.

Since he was now at the unit and would be staying long-term, maybe he’d have many opportunities in the future.

He shoveled two big bites into his mouth and looked at Zhan Zeyan. “Even if you’re jealous of my thick skin, it’s fine. Anyway, you’re still jealous of me.”

Zhan Zeyan: “!” He didn’t want to waste any more words. Talking to someone this shameless was utterly pointless.