This is a zombie agreement, are you serious?

At this time, Ma Xiaoling's cell phone rang.

She looked down at the screen and saw that it was Wang Zhenzhen calling. She quickly picked up the phone and only heard Wang Zhenzhen's trembling voice on the other end.

"Zhenzhen, what's wrong? What happened?" Ma Xiaoling's tone was full of concern.

Wang Zhenzhen's voice trembled on the other end of the phone: "Xiaoling, I'm so scared. There was a gas explosion in Jiajia Building not long ago, and the whole building was in chaos. Can you come and accompany me?"

"Zhenzhen, don't be afraid. I'll come to you right away." Ma Xiaoling tried her best to make her voice sound calm and firm.

After hanging up the phone, she turned to look at Anfa, her eyes revealing a solemn look: "There was a gas explosion in Jiajia Building, Zhenzhen is very scared. We must go over and take a look immediately."

Anfa nodded. He knew that this was what Ping's mother had done before to deal with them.

The two quickly left Tsutenkaku and headed for Jiajia Building.

When they arrived at Jiajia Building.

When Wang Zhenzhen saw Ma Xiaoling coming, she threw herself on her as if she had found a life-saving straw, and said in a trembling voice: "Xiaoling, this is too scary. I have never experienced such a scene."

Ma Xiaoling hugged Wang Zhenzhen tightly and comforted her gently: "Zhenzhen, don't be afraid, I'm here."

After a while, Wang Zhenzhen noticed that An Fa was also there.

She struggled out of Ma Xiaoling's embrace somewhat embarrassedly and greeted Anfa: "Anfa, you are here too."

An Fa nodded, his eyes showing concern for Wang Zhenzhen: "Zhenzhen, are you okay?"

Wang Zhenzhen shook her head, trying to look stronger: "I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

At this moment, Wang Zhenzhen suddenly suggested: "Why don't you all come to my house for dinner? Mommy should have prepared dinner."

Ma Xiaoling and An Fa looked at each other and gladly accepted Wang Zhenzhen's invitation.

Led by Wang Zhenzhen, the two came to her home.

At this time, Ouyang Jiajia was busy in the kitchen, and a pot of fragrant chicken soup was slowly cooking on the stove.

I saw three people coming in.

Ouyang Jiajia greeted them warmly: "You are here, just in time, I just made a pot of chicken soup, come and try it."

Afterwards, she carefully served a bowl of chicken soup to each of Ma Xiaoling, An Fa and Wang Zhenzhen.

The chicken soup is golden in color, with a few green chopped green onions floating on the surface. It is steaming hot and makes people's appetite increase at the first sight.

Everyone sat around the dining table.

Ma Xiaoling first picked up the bowl, blew away the hot steam gently, and then took a sip.

Her eyes lit up immediately and she praised it highly: "Aunt Jiajia, this chicken soup is so delicious! It's not greasy at all."

When Ouyang Jiajia saw that Ma Xiaoling liked the chicken soup she stewed so much, a hint of relief and joy flashed in her eyes.

She smiled and responded, "Xiaoling, as long as you like it. This chicken soup has been stewed for several hours, so it must taste the best."

Then she turned to Anfa and greeted him warmly, "Mr. Anfa, this is your first time eating at our house, so don't be shy and try it."

Anfa nodded in response to Ouyang Jiajia's warm hospitality. He gently picked up the bowl and took a sip of the golden chicken soup.

He closed his eyes and savored the deliciousness and sweetness of the chicken soup, as if at that moment, all his troubles were cured by this bowl of chicken soup.

Putting down the bowl, he sincerely praised: "Landlord Jiajia, your chicken soup is really delicious and memorable."

Ouyang Jiajia smiled happily when she heard Anfa's praise. She felt a sense of accomplishment and her efforts were recognized.

She asked curiously, "I'll call you Anfa, and you can call me Jiajia. I feel a little embarrassed that you praise my chicken soup so much. By the way, I've always been curious, what do you do for a living?"

Anfa hesitated for a moment; he didn't want to reveal his true identity too much.

But he didn't want to disappoint Ouyang Jiajia, so he smiled and said, "Ms. Jiajia, I am a novelist."

"Novel writer?" Ouyang Jiajia's eyes flashed with curiosity and interest. "That's great! I have always loved reading novels. Can you tell me what works you have written?"

Anfa nodded and began to list several representative works he had read before traveling through time, such as "A Mortal Becomes Immortal" and "Dou Luo Continent" and other classics, and briefly introduced their outlines and summaries.

He made up his mind that if Ouyang Jiajia was really interested in his work, he would become a "plagiarist" after returning home tonight and publish these classics ahead of time.

Ouyang Jiajia listened with great interest, asking questions from time to time and inquiring about Anfan's thoughts and experiences on writing.

She discovered that Anfa not only had a rich imagination, but also had profound literary skills and unique insights, which made her appreciate Anfa's talent and charm even more.

All of this is the cultural heritage that Anfa has gained by using the favorability points exchanged with the system.

Seeing the two of them chatting so happily, Wang Zhenzhen felt a little jealous.

Ouyang Jiajia's satisfaction with Anfa was beyond words. She even began to feel a little sorry for him, thinking how great it would be if Zhenzhen could fall in love with someone like Anfa earlier.

However, she also understood that love cannot be forced and she could only let it take its course.

So, she warmly invited Anfa: "Anfa, if you have time in the future, you can come to our house often and treat it as your own home."

Anfa smiled and responded: "Okay, Jiajia, I will. Thank you very much for your invitation."

After dinner, everyone worked together to clean up the table. An Fa also took the initiative to help, and his actions made Ouyang Jiajia feel even more that it was hard to find such a man.