Super Special Forces King

Chapter 263 The Battlefield After World War II

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"Yes, as long as you don't leave the scope of Kyoto." The old man said affirmatively.

Hua Yao, who was standing on the side, also showed joy. This situation shows that the old man in charge of the review still believes in Zhang Feng.

The review team walked out of Base 01 and got into the car. The old man sat in his seat and said, "What do you think of Zhang Feng?"

The twenty-year-old young man said: "Judging from his behavior, his narrative just now is extremely credible. It can also be said that he completely deceived me. Of course I prefer the latter."

The old man nodded and said: "It's really a headache, alas, I want to ease this matter for two days. When the time comes, ask Wang Xiaojuan to ask questions. At the same time, I also communicate with the 01 intelligence department to see if I can get more detailed information. Come to prove what happened at that time."

In the office, Hua Yao's expression couldn't conceal his joy, and said, "Zhang Feng, it seems that you have a better chance now. Don't take it lightly, you know? By the way, how about your drug addiction? Have you completely given up? "

Sitting on the sofa, Zhang Feng shook his head slightly, "Not yet, I guess if you survive it one or two times, you should be able to quit all."

Hua Yao nodded, which is also good news.

"That's OK, you go back first. Remember that you can't leave Kyoto anyway before the result is down, otherwise, even if it proves that you did not make any mistakes in the country at that time, you will fall into the Yellow River and make it clear."

Hearing Hua Yao's instructions, Zhang Feng expressed his understanding and left the 01 base after saying goodbye to him.

I took a taxi at the door of the five-star hotel and went straight to 1202. Taking Zhuo Zhaoyun away from the wedding, they hurriedly met, and now Zhang Feng feels a little bit homely.

When I went upstairs, I heard a clinking sound from inside through the door, and there was a woman's cry in the middle. This sound was Zhuo Zhaoyun who he knew better.

Before he could think about it, he rushed into the room and saw Zhuo Zhaoyun holding a cooking spoon in his hand, wearing an apron, standing in front of the kitchen with an apron face.

Zhang Feng is also stunned. What's the situation?

At this moment, the kitchen was still billowing black smoke, and there was a burst of burnt smell in the middle.

hiss.

Zhang Feng took a deep breath, before he could say hello to Zhuo Zhaoyun, who was still on the spot, and rushed directly into the kitchen.

The visibility is less than five meters, and the pungent smell makes it even more fierce by the smog in Kyoto.

"Huh? The range hood is not turned on?" He rushed over to turn on the range hood, and then ran to the window to open the closed window.

Two minutes later, the smoke in the kitchen was finally exhausted.

Zhang Feng's eyelids twitched twice. What is so special about this is the kitchen, which is simply the battlefield after World War II.

Pots and pans scattered on the chopping board, broken bowls and plates on the ground.

What the **** is that dark mass in the pot? The lids of all bottles and jars of oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea are open.

Tricky, Zhang Feng felt that the problem at the moment was very tricky.

Zhuo Zhaoyun walked to the door of the kitchen and looked at Zhang Feng timidly.

"Puff Puff", she finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

Zhang Feng is like Zhang Er's monk can't figure it out! "What are you giggling about?"

"Look at yourself. Hahaha. It's like a little matchmaker who just crawled out of the coal pile!" Zhuo Zhaoyun laughed.

Walking into the bathroom in surprise, Zhang Feng's mouth twitched twice when he saw himself in the mirror.

At this moment, his face was even darker than Guan Gong, and compared with Bao Zheng, he was missing a moon on his forehead.

Seeing Zhuo Zhaoyun's still scornful smile in the mirror, Zhang Feng's mouth raised a faint smile, he thought about it, and suddenly screamed: "Oh!"

Zhuo Zhaoyun's smile disappeared suddenly, and she ran to Zhang Feng nervously, watched him holding her palms, and asked anxiously: "What's the matter with Zhang Feng? Did he cut his hand?"

"Hey!" Zhang Feng grinned, baring his big white teeth, and said with a smile: "No, it's just that someone is going to become a little cat!"

He quickly reached out and wiped two hands on his face, smearing his hands with pot ashes, and then rubbed it on Zhuo Zhaoyun's face.

"Um! Zhang Feng, I'm never finished with you!" Zhuo Zhaoyun shouted, grabbing the cooking spoon in his hand and waved towards Zhang Feng.

With a bad cry, Zhang Feng took the lead in applying oil on the soles of his feet and rushed out of the bathroom.

Zhuo Zhaoyun refused to give up and chased it out.

"You stop me!"

"You put the spoon down and I will stop!"

"You stop and I will put the spoon down!"

"You put it down first!"

"You stop first!"

"If you don't let go, I won't stop!"

"Okay, I put the spoon down!" Panting Zhuo Zhaoyun put the spoon down, pinched her waist with her hands, and stared at Zhang Feng puffingly.

Zhang Feng also stopped running, cautiously approaching Zhuo Zhaoyun's side, and said deadly: "Just kidding with you, don't take it seriously."

"Huh!" Zhuo Zhaoyun snorted coldly, stretched out her hand to twist Zhang Feng's ear, and said angrily: "You can let me calm down. Give me something to eat. I'm hungry."

"Come on, that's not a trivial matter."

...

An hour later, four dishes and one soup will be alive.

The two of them sat at the dining table, and Zhang Feng smiled and said, "Zhaoyun, you are all right to cook at home, and then light the house."

"Huh, I just want to learn." Zhuo Zhaoyun said.

"By the way, what have you been doing these days?"

Hearing Zhang Feng's question, Zhuo Zhaoyun did not conceal anything, and truthfully told Zhang Feng what had happened this week.

"Zhai Qiang is really unlucky. Hey, it seems that I actually found a little rich woman." Zhang Feng said with a smile on his face.

"Who said I'm going to marry you." Zhuo Zhaoyun lowered her head and couldn't hide the blush on her face.

Zhang Feng laughed in his heart, and said casually: "It's just right not to marry me, I'm afraid of throwing hands inside."

"What are you talking about? Zhang Feng, if you dare not marry me, I...I...I will never end with you."

"I dare not dare, just kidding." Zhang Feng saw Zhuo Zhaoyun's tigress and said, "That's right. You dared to drink with my senior sister. You were drunk and unconscious last time. Are there any fragments?"

"Hey, I'm willing even if it's fragments, who can make our wine and food better."

Hearing what she said, Zhang Feng was a little curious. Last time she asked her what the appetizer was. She didn't say anything. This time she mentioned this appetizer and asked: "Zhaoyun, what exactly is this appetizer you said? ?"

"I won't tell you! I'm full." Zhuo Zhaoyun put down the dishes and ran into the living room with a smile.

Zhang Feng was confused and became more and more curious about this ‘drinking food’.

Put the food into the mouth with big mouthfuls, and start to clean up the dishes until the stomach is full.