Chapter 895

Zhao Desan's gaze was completely captivated by Division Chief Lan, following her as she moved. He watched her carry the stir-fried dish over to the dining table and then turn back into the kitchen. At the very moment she turned, because the fabric of the nightgown was so light and soft, it swayed gently with her movement. In that instant, Zhao Desan's eyes suddenly lit up, his brows arched, and his eyes widened. This accidental moment allowed him to see the buttocks of Division Chief Lan that he had wanted to see last night but had missed the chance to glimpse. The moment the hem of the nightgown fluttered up behind her, Lan Mei's snow-white buttocks were imprinted in Zhao Desan's vision. They were so round, fleshy, and perky—simply perfect. They looked soft and trembling, giving Zhao Desan an immediate rush of blood that made him so excited he nearly had a nosebleed. But it lasted for less than a second; as Division Chief Lan turned and walked away, the hem of the nightgown fluttered down, covering her fragrant, soft, and fleshy jade-like buttocks.

After Director Lan walked into the kitchen and her back disappeared from Zhao Desan's sight, he came back to his senses. However, her round buttocks like a football appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but want to touch them, even if it was just to pinch them and feel them. Thinking that such a good opportunity last night was destroyed by Sister Su, it was really a pity.

Thinking of Director Lan's beautiful body, Zhao Desan couldn't sit still, so he got up and walked to the kitchen, his gaze fixed on the fragrant shoulders and jade back exposed by Director Lan, approaching her bit by bit, standing behind her within reach. A faint body fragrance of a mature woman drifted into his nose, making him a bit intoxicated for a while.

What made Zhao Desan spray blood even more was that because he was tall, standing behind Director Lan would see her front. His gaze fell on the top of her apron unintentionally, and he looked in along the middle of the two towering parts. Although it was pitch black inside, he couldn't see the scenery inside the nightgown, but the piece of fragrant snow jade skin under her neck still made him dizzy. Plus, smelling the faint fragrance emanating from her body and hair tips within reach, he stood there intoxicated, even forgetting that he came to help Director Lan.

Lan Mei held the spatula in her hand and flipped the dishes in the pot skillfully and nimbly. Perhaps she was too serious and didn't notice that Zhao Desan had stood behind her, feeling the unique aura of a mature young married woman on her body like a wooden chicken.

Lan Mei flipped the dishes in the pot for a while, looked at the color, and began to put seasonings. When she just poured the old vinegar into the pot, because the temperature was too high, suddenly a flame rose with a "pop," scaring her to throw away the spatula and retreat violently. This retreat, her round and full buttocks hit Zhao Desan's already reacting lower body, and immediately felt a hard big thing pressing against her buttocks. She turned her head in panic and looked, finding Zhao Desan standing behind her.

"You... what are you standing here for?" Lan Mei blushed slightly for a moment and asked in panic.

At the moment when his lower body pressed against Director Lan's full buttocks, Zhao Desan clearly felt a soft, elastic feeling instantly wrapping him. At that moment, hot blood rushed to his head. It was too enjoyable, and the part below couldn't help but stand up even more.

"I came to help you." Zhao Desan said afterward and immediately picked up the pot lid and covered the pot. After a while, he took it away, and the fire in the pot went out.

"You still know this?" Lan Mei looked at him enchantingly, still a bit surprised. In her eyes, there were few young people who understood these cooking common sense. Even she was scared just now and forgot to cover the pot lid, but threw away the spatula and hid.

"Basic common sense." Zhao Desan said indifferently. Director Lan's slightly flushed face looked extremely charming. Plus, she was a woman who could enter the hall and enter the kitchen, which made his favor for Director Lan increase a lot.

"Okay, you go to the dining room and sit. This dish will be ready soon." Lan Mei felt that his big block standing in the kitchen was a bit in the way, and she didn't know what to do when she was so close to him, especially just now, her buttocks hit his hard lower body, making her heartbeat accelerate, a bit nervous, and she didn't want to squeeze into this not-so-big kitchen so close to him.

"I'll bring the rice over." Seeing that Director Lan was a bit nervous, in order not to affect her craftsmanship, Zhao Desan said and brought the cooked rice out of the kitchen, came to the dining room, took empty bowls from the dining table, served two bowls of rice, and waited for Director Lan to come over to eat.

Taking advantage of this time, he looked carefully. A plate of braised perch, a plate of crispy chicken, a plate of stir-fried meat, a plate of fish-flavored eggplant, a plate of garlic moss and shredded meat, and a small basin of winter melon and pork rib soup. Although they were some home-cooked dishes, they smelled very fragrant from the color and the smell emanating. So taking advantage of the fact that Director Lan hadn't come over yet, Zhao Desan secretly moved his chopsticks to pick up a shredded meat, sent it into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and tasted it.

Well, the taste is really good. Really didn't expect Director Lan's cooking skills to be so good. Zhao Desan couldn't help but sigh. In this society, there are not many women who can cook, and women who can cook so well are even rarer. Not to mention such a beautiful woman, her ability at work is outstanding, her home is clean and tidy, and the food is delicious. This kind of woman is probably hard to find even with a lantern, right?

While sighing, a question arose in Zhao Desan's heart. He didn't quite understand why such a beautiful and capable woman like Director Lan, why did that Fang Jun divorce her? If it were me, I wouldn't divorce even if I died. This kind of woman is too late to protect, how could she divorce? Is that Fang Jun's brain missing a coil, short-circuited and burned out? No wonder he was investigated by the Discipline Inspection Commission! Zhao Desan thought, feeling puzzled and sorry for Fang Jun and Lan Mei's divorce.

After a few minutes, Lan Mei brought the last plate of dishes to the dining room, placed the plate, wiped the hem of her nightgown on her buttocks, and sat down with her legs together, sitting upright. Her round and bulging chest was level with the tabletop, looking like a strong visual impact.

Seeing Zhao Desan looking at something unblinkingly, Lan Mei picked up her chopsticks and knocked on the table, looked at him enchantingly, and said: "Eat."

Zhao Desan then hurriedly came back to his senses, said "oh," grabbed his chopsticks and ate. Although he had already eaten, the rich and delicious meal cooked by Director Lan still made his appetite open immediately. He picked up a large chopstick of crispy chicken meat and sent it into his mouth to chew.

Seeing Zhao Desan eating so oily, Lan Mei also felt very useful in her heart. She didn't know how long she hadn't cooked in person, let alone sitting at home with a man and eating face to face. "I haven't cooked for a long time, how is the taste?" Lan Mei asked him.

"Delicious, delicious." Zhao Desan swallowed the chicken in his mouth and picked up another chopstick of perch meat, "Director Lan, I didn't expect your craftsmanship to be so good, the taste is really good." As he spoke, he sent the perch meat into his mouth again.

Lan Mei smiled knowingly, feeling very useful in her heart.

While eating, Zhao Desan felt that he was only eating, which was too shameful in front of Director Lan, right? So he gradually slowed down the rhythm. Seeing the red wine he brought on the coffee table, he suddenly wanted to take this opportunity to drink some wine with Director Lan and see if he could complete what he didn't complete last night. So he got up excitedly, walked directly to the coffee table, took the red wine, came over and sat down, and said: "Director Lan, I am very happy to come to your home for dinner today. Let's drink some red wine to help the fun, okay?"

Considering that he didn't know anything after drinking outside last night, Zhao Desan didn't do anything to himself, so Lan Mei relaxed her vigilance and didn't think much, nodded and said: "Okay, I will go get the wine opener." As she spoke, she got up and walked to the wine cabinet in the living room, took the wine opener and two high-footed glasses, walked up, put down the glasses, asked for the wine bottle, opened it with the wine opener, poured two small half-glasses of wine, handed one to Zhao Desan, put one in front of herself, and sat down again. ===== CHAPTER 896 =====