It was already morning when Wencha woke up.

With her throat dry and smoking, she rubbed her swollen head and walked barefoot to the living room to pour herself a glass of water, when smoke curled in the kitchen.

Someone? Is it Suan or ......

Wen Cha blinked, walked over lightly, and was about to say hello, when the man in the white shirt heard the voice, turned around quietly, and the moment he saw her, the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc.

"Wake up." Chen Shuang said lightly.

Wen Cha was stunned for a moment before finding his voice: "You...... How can it be in my house? ”

Chen Shuang said from the kindness: "You were drunk last night, and I happened to bump into you."

Wen Cha touched his nose: "But I remember that Su An took me to the door."

Chen Shuang's face did not change and said: "I met at the elevator entrance."

Wen Cha blushed a little when he said it, what kind of encounter is this?

"Thank you," she came back to her senses and smiled, "So, Mr. Chen didn't go back last night?"

Chen Shuang: "You're spitting and sticky, and you're talking nonsense, I'm worried."

Warm tea: "......"

Chen Shuang: "Is there a problem?"

"Where did Mr. Chen rest last night?"

Chen Shuang's gaze passed over her head, looked at the sofa in the living room, and said, "The sofa in Miss Wen's room can be changed to a larger one."

Warm tea: "......"

Chen Shuang didn't seem to see the discomfort on her face, and said lightly: "I washed you honey water on the dining table."

Wen Cha's face flickered red and green for a while, and then he calmed down, "Mr. Chen has a heart." ”

Chen Shuang: "If you find it troublesome, try to drink less in the future."

Wen Cha: "......" is really a model of kicking his nose and face......

Wen Cha was too lazy to talk to him more, turned around and went to get the awakening honey water to drink, although Chen Shuang seems to be the kind of young master who doesn't touch the spring water with his five fingers, but his posture in the kitchen is not just an authentic "kitchen lady"?

Sure enough, the more noble the person, the better.

After a while, Chen Shuang came out with porridge and fried eggs, skillful vegetable porridge, and Wen Tea took a sip and was impressed by him.

"The Chen family obviously has Ryan as a big housekeeper, but I didn't expect Mr. Chen to have such good cooking skills, Mr. Chen must have worked hard behind his back?"

Chen Shuang didn't seem to understand the meaning of her words, and said calmly: "There is no teacher."

"......" warm tea: "Mr. Chen is really a heavenly man."

Listening to her mischievous compliment, the corners of Chen Shuang's mouth moved, and her thin lips said lightly: "...... Does Miss Wen believe in dreams? ”

Wen Cha raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Chen, what do you mean by this?"

"I used to have some weird dreams." Chen Shuang stared at her obsidian-like eyes and said quietly: "In my dreams, I have experienced many things that have never happened in this world.

Wen Cha's hand holding the spoon froze: "What does Mr. Chen mean by this?"

"I just want to mention to Miss Wen the source of my cooking skills."

"Could it be related to Mr. Chen's dream?"

"What if I say yes?" Chen Shuang looked at her deeply, "My cooking skills come from dreams, does Miss Wen believe it?" ”

Wen Cha smiled lightly when he heard this: "Some people say that dreams come from the extreme desire of the heart, could it be that Mr. Chen's extra preference is to be a chef?"

Chen Shuang paused, "It's okay." ”

Warm tea: "...... Then I wish Mr. Chen's dream come true in advance. ”

"Well," Chen Shuang retracted her gaze and asked again, "Miss Wen isn't curious about what I dreamed of?"

"......" Wen Cha: "Then, what did Mr. Chen dream about?"

"Forget."

Wen Cha: "......" is this person trying to force her to take out a forty-meter knife?

Chen Shuang didn't seem to notice her anxiety, put down the dishes and chopsticks in her hand, and said silently: "Dreams only have a short shelf life, especially a long and complete dream, which will lose the memory of existence under the negative slackness of the hippocampus, and the only impression is only in the moment of wakefulness, fleeting."

"What do you say about Mr. Chen's cooking skills?"

"You can interpret it as the moment I entered the kitchen, I got the specialty I had in my dreams."

Can't even remember dreams, and do you have a specialty? What a liar!

Wen Cha shook the corners of his mouth: "Then Mr. Chen's dream must be very beautiful."

"No," Chen Shuang lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "Sometimes it's not good."

"For example?"

"I don't have any memory, but I can feel the throbbing of my heart in my dreams."

“……”

"At the same time, I can even reflexively recall something in my dreams."

"For example?"

"Do you like to raise meat?" Chen Shuang said quietly: "I can give you a pot of deer antler begonias."

The spoon in Wen Cha's hand instantly fell into the bowl: "What did you just say?"

Chen Shuang: "If you don't like staghorn begonias, I can also give you mountain roses, Tengu Dance, or Red Pink Pavilion?"

Warm tea: "......"

Seeing that she was stunned, he asked, "You don't like it all?"

"No," Wen Cha picked up the spoon with her eyes down and continued to drink the porridge, "I'm just a little surprised that Mr. Chen actually likes meaty too." ”

Chen Shuang: "It varies from person to person."

"But I still don't have to send it." Wen Cha stopped, "Although I like these small plants, I can tell a lot of them every day, I'm afraid I can't take care of them." ”

Chen Shuang frowned slightly: "Put it with me, I will raise it, and when you want to bring it back, you can take it back."

"Thank you, I really don't need to," Wen Cha shook her head, "I'll tell Mr. Chen when I really want to raise it." ”

Chen Shuang glanced at her again, and when she saw her meticulous appearance, her frowning brows stretched, "Okay." ”

After breakfast, Chen Shuang left.

Wen Cha looked at the porridge with vegetables and pork on the table, a little distracted.

Things are coincidental, but too many coincidences are not coincidental.

But the system said that in Zhoumu, she is the only one who has a wish system, and she is the only one who can do tasks, Chen Shuang is neither a tasker, nor a native of Zhoumu, so how can he become one of those people in Zhoumu?

Or was it really his dream?

Bracelets, porridge, antlers and begonias, all right.

She didn't believe it was just a dream.

But he didn't have any memories of Zhoumu, and he didn't even look like the man she knew.

What the hell is going on?

Wen Cha fell into a wave of self-doubt and self-denial.

She rubbed her face, and really wanted to drag the system out for questioning again, but no matter how much she questioned, the system's answer was no.

It said that everything had nothing to do with Chen Shuang.

Wen Cha sighed, telling herself not to think about the mess.

The boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, and the one who should come will always come, and who can see the truth until the end?

After she cleaned up the table, she called Su An.

"There's a recording of 'Best Buddies' on Friday, so if there are other auditions, don't schedule them for me."