Zhou Jie gradually got used to it after an initial period of discomfort.
Although her body still involuntarily spasmed from time to time, she was finally able to cook.
While cooking, Zhou Jie felt the strength of Su Fan's body.
This made her look forward to a deeper connection with Su Fan even more.
Now that Su Fan hadn't fully entered, he had already given her an unprecedented sense of fulfillment.
If she were to completely engulf Su Fan, what kind of ultimate sensation would it be?
Although Su Fan was up to no good, he was always paying attention to any noise from outside.
At this moment, Zhang Haitao didn't seem to have any intention of coming to the kitchen.
He listened for a long time and hadn't heard any footsteps approaching.
That was just as well, lest Zhang Haitao decided not to drink and Su Fan's visit would have been in vain.
But Su Fan couldn't be happy for too long, as suddenly there were footsteps in the distance during his very gentle movements.
Hearing this noise, he immediately withdrew his hand and quickly helped Zhou Jie tidy up as well.
Then he went to the side where the pork had thawed and started cutting the meat.
His knife skills were excellent to begin with, and now as a master of Inner Strength, his cutting was naturally quick and accurate.
By the time Zhang Haitao strolled from the living room to the kitchen, it wasn't just a matter of not catching Su Fan and Zhou Jie red-handed, even the special hormonal scent in the air had been sucked away by the exhaust fan.
He appeared at the kitchen doorway, holding his third cigarette that had just been lit, and saw Su Fan cutting meat with utmost concentration.
As for Zhou Jie, she was meticulously cooking.
Seeing this scene, he could never have dreamed that just a short while ago, Su Fan and Zhou Jie had been engaged in an intense battle right here.
After seeing Su Fan and Zhou Jie busy cooking, he didn't leave but instead came into the kitchen and started to give orders.
Su Fan felt extremely helpless inside, cooking was such a simple task, why would he need Zhang Haitao's chatter?
If Zhang Haitao really liked cooking that much, he should do it himself; that way, Su Fan would still have some room to maneuver.
Unfortunately, at that moment, Zhang Haitao was only smoking and giving orders, leaving Su Fan with no opportunity.
Therefore, Su Fan could only speed up the cooking process to get the meal ready with Zhou Jie as soon as possible.
When Su Fan and Zhou Jie were just about done with the day's cooking, Zhang Haitao went to fetch a few bottles of Wuliangye liquor.
The position of a hospital director was a lucrative one.
Some patients wanted to thank the hospital and would give gifts to him.
Some patients worried that the hospital staff wouldn't work hard enough and also sent gifts.
And some doctors in the hospital wanted to be transferred, which also required giving him some benefits.
As a result, his home was naturally filled with famous cigarettes and liquors in abundance.
Su Fan and Zhou Jie served the day's dishes one by one.
After the two had put all the food on the table, Zhang Haitao asked, "Xiaofan, how is your alcohol tolerance?"
Su Fan replied with a smile, "So-so."
Of course, he was being modest. With his precious blood and as a master of Inner Strength, alcohol was quickly metabolized in his body, and he simply couldn't get drunk!
Zhang Haitao laughed and said, "Then you're not up to par. Young people should train their alcohol tolerance."
As he spoke, he poured a drink for himself, Su Fan, and Zhou Jie.
After pouring the drinks, Zhang Haitao continued, "Don't think that just because I'm getting on in years, I used to be able to drink like a fish when I was young!"
"Even now, it's no problem for me to drink one or two heavy drinkers under the table."
Zhang Haitao's words naturally made Su Fan's heart skip a beat!
After all, he had previously considered urging Zhang Haitao to drink more during the meal in the hopes of getting him to drink till he was completely drunk.
If Zhang Haitao didn't get drunk, Su Fan would obviously have no chance of making his move.