Chapter 33

When Yue Zitong woke up the next day, he felt dizzy and weak, which was the sequela of a serious lack of sleep.

After staring at the ceiling for a long time, Yue Zitong came to a conclusion: Li Nanfang is a scum. When it comes to those despicable means in the world, she, who has been in the high-level social circle since childhood, is by no means his opponent.

It's like competing with pigs to eat. If you can eat again, can you compete with pigs?

Zeng Guofan once said: there are three ways for a scholar not to fight, not to fight with a gentleman for fame, not to fight with a villain for profit, not to fight with heaven and earth.

Li Nanfang is absolutely a villain. Only when Yue Zitong's brain is full of water, will he suffer as he did last night.

Of course, it can't be done like this. Now Yue Zitong raises her arm to smell it, as if she can still smell the smell of disgusting feet. Last night when she was taking a bath, she almost rubbed her skin off.

After looking for opportunities, there must be opportunities. Mr. Yue still doesn't believe it. With her intelligence, she can't play a scum?

Li Nanfang, one day I will let you know my strength. Hum, hum!

After the meeting, Yue Zitong was in a better mood and turned over to sit up.

When she finished washing, she deliberately painted her eyes to cover the dark circles, then she walked out of the bedroom door and showed her true and graceful daughter's behavior.

The scum was not in the living room, but there was a clanging sound from the kitchen. There was a fragrance coming from there, which made general manager Yue Qiong's nose wrinkle slightly and her index finger move greatly.

Many girls whose appearance is cool and elegant or pure and clean are in a mess. In fact, when they are at home, they are in a mess in terms of cooking and sanitation. Especially, President Yue, who lives alone, has lived in this villa for more than two years. Her best food is noodles in clear water.

Oh, more salt, of course.

She had never been in her own home, smelling the delicious food.

Scum cooking?

Can scum cook?

Where did the ingredients used for scum cooking come from? I remember very well. The kitchen and refrigerator are empty and can run mice.

Yue Zitong was a little surprised, but also some small expectations, can not help but quickly down the stairs, came to the kitchen door.

Li Nanfang is wearing an apron and a hat made of magazine coated paper on his head. The funny thing is that on the hat at the back of his head, there is a very attractive beauty's buttocks, who moves when he shakes his head with singing.

He is frying tomatoes and eggs, with a spoon in his right hand and a frying spoon in his left hand. In the sound of oil stains, when his wrist vibrates, the dishes in the frying spoon roll dexterously and fall inside with incomparable accuracy.

Looking at Li NanFang's back, Yue Zitong suddenly thought of a sentence: the look of a man when he works hard is the most lovely.

Now Li Nanfang, who is cooking, is working hard, isn't he?

In particular, the action of bumping the spoon seems to have a kind of flowing beauty, with a dusty mood, as if it is not cooking, but making a work of art.

Before he knew it, Yue Zitong was intoxicated with it and looked serene, just like Maria in Notre Dame.

After Li Nanfang fried the tomato and eggs, he didn't use a spoon. With a slight bump in his left hand, the red and white dishes flew out and landed on the plate on the cupboard. His strength was so ingenious that he didn't even splash a little soup.

"Wai Rui Gu de."

Li Nanfang snapped his fingers, boasted about it, then turned back and said with a smile, "up?"

"Well, up."

After nodding, Yue Zitong felt that her tone was so gentle. She shouldn't have a cold face, squint, hold her chin high, twist a flower, turn around and go, let the scum clearly feel too lazy to pay attention to his arrogance?

"Just a moment, there is still a dish of stir fried yam that hasn't been made. You'd better go outside and have a breath of fresh air. It's better to smirk at the sun for a few minutes. Then you'll feel good all day. This is what I've summed up for many years. I don't tell ordinary people."

Li Nanfang said, pick up the cover of the rice cooker, check inside is slowly boiling millet porridge.

Cut, who rare your experience?

Yue Zitong wanted to say that, but she didn't say it. She even wondered how she could listen to him. She went out of the living room and stood in the yard. After closing her eyes for a few deep breaths, she showed eight teeth to the sun.

There is a book that says that girls who like to laugh are not so lucky.

But the way Yue always smiles at the sun, shouldn't he be very bright and charming? How could he say that he is giggling?

If it wasn't for the fact that the guy could cook, Mr. Yue would have jumped on him and let him see the sharp demeanor of the ace agent!

He is trying to please me. I hope I can give him a hand and let him go.

It's just, it's just, for the sake of his usefulness, I won't fight with a small person. Who let me always be magnanimous?

Looking at the sun with a silly smile, general manager Yue was moved by his open mindedness. Li NanFang's voice came from the living room: "baby, it's time to have breakfast!"

This sound should be very sweet to the girl's ears. It also wiped out the little favor that President Yue had just had for him. When he turned around and looked at him again, his pretty face was covered with frost, as if he had been standing in the open all night.

"Little aunt, eat, hey, hey."

After feeling the sharpness of general manager Yue, Li Nanfang sneered and ran into the kitchen.

Three courses: scrambled eggs with tomato, scrambled yam with white, lettuce with cold sauce, red as Zhaoxia, white as Congzhi, green as jadeite, and golden scrambled eggs. Even the most appetizing people can't help swallowing their saliva.

What's more, there are fragrant millet porridge, with more than 20 red cooked eggs on the plate.

"Auntie, please."

Li Nanfang pulled back the chair for president Yue and made a gesture of please.

Now he calls general manager Yue as his aunt, which is very smooth.

Yue Zitong looked at him, sat down, frowned and asked, "why do you cook so many eggs?"

"Eat, of course."

Li Nanfang picked up his chopsticks and answered at the table.

"So much, can you eat?"

"You think others are feeding birds just like you don't eat. Don't be angry, auntie. You don't have any good luck in the morning."

"Hum."

Yue Zitong snorted, picked up chopsticks and put up a piece of yam. Just as he was about to put it into his mouth, he suddenly asked, "you didn't spit in the dish, did you?"

Li Nanfang frowned and then laughed: "aunt, you are so smart, you can guess this kind of thing."

As a matter of fact, as soon as the fairy tales of yuezi were exported, there were some regrets.

She felt that her words were very likely to blaspheme this guy's busy working all morning. Especially after seeing him frown, she still felt guilty and felt sorry for others.

But she won't apologize. Even if she says something wrong, she can't apologize to the younger generation for her dignity. As long as she can eat the food he cooked, it's the biggest reward for him.

Scum cooks very well, much better than the fat cooks in the company canteen. However, his speed of eating is like the reincarnation of a starving ghost, or the reincarnation of a pig.

Can a normal person eat 17 or 18 cooked eggs for breakfast?

Fortunately, he is a little self-conscious. He only moves half of a dish. He will never throw chopsticks like a chicken. If he does, he will lose his good mood.

Yue Zi Tong had a bowl of congee, a cooked egg and a dozen chopsticks. Compared with his usual breakfast, he had a big appetite.

Most of the time, she doesn't eat breakfast.

When Yue Zitong put down his chopsticks, picked up the paper and gracefully wiped the corners of his mouth, he saw Li Nanfang pull the rest of her dishes into his bowl, then scoop up a spoonful of porridge and eat it.

"You, you eat my leftovers?"

Yue Zitong was a little surprised.

"When I was hungry, I used to snatch food from dogs."

Li Nan replied without raising his head.

"How dare you satirize me

Yue Zitong is angry again.

After pulling the last dish into his mouth, Li Nanfang put down the bowl, shook his head and said faintly, "it doesn't mean that. It's just telling the truth."

Yue Zitong stopped talking.

She could see from Li NanFang's eyes that he really didn't mean to satirize her. He just told her the truth, or didn't want to waste a little food.

"Well, I'm sorry. I misunderstood."

Yue Zitong coughed and apologized.

"Nothing."

Li Nanfang took out a coin with a smile, put it in the palm of his hand and put it in front of her.

"What do you mean?"

Yue Zitong frowned slightly and asked, "why, is this the money I want to buy vegetables?"

The refrigerator in her kitchen was empty, and mice could run away. Of course, the ingredients Li Nanfang used to make breakfast were bought from outside.

There's nothing to say about paying for things.

"Hey, I haven't seen thirty or fifty dollars. What's more, you let me live in your house and give me a suit of rags you don't want to wear. How can I ask you for food money again? "

After listening to what Li Nanfang said, Yue Zitong wanted to rise up and ask him who had worn the rags he didn't want. He didn't even cut off the brand tag!

But in order to keep a good mood, Yue always forbeared: "then you show me this yuan, what do you mean?"

"Make a bet."

"Bet? What's the bet? "

"In line with the principle of ladies first, you can choose between words or flowers, or you can flip a coin. If you lose, you have to wash the dishes. If you win, you can sit on the sofa with your legs up. "

Li NanFang's explanation is simple and easy to understand.

Yue Zitong bit his lower lip. Unexpectedly, he even tossed a coin to solve the problem of washing dishes and washing dishes, which was supposed to be done by him!

Seeing president Yue's face changing, Li Nanfang said with a smile: "Hey, if you don't agree, it's just washing the dishes. It's not a big deal. I'll take some losses."

Yue Zitong grabbed the coin and said coldly, "I will take advantage of you?"

Li Nanfang didn't speak. He raised his hand and asked.

"I want the letter."

Yue Zitong said, holding the coin thumb, the coin flipped and jumped up.

Under the close watch of two eyes, the coin jingled down on the table, shivering back and forth.

Li Nanfang was relieved and stood up with a smile: "today, I'm uncle."