Chapter 12: : People who know Wei Zhai

On the second day, Zheng Quzhi slept three poles before getting up.
When he woke up, he found that it was an unfamiliar environment, and Zheng Quzhi was stunned for a long time. Gradually, the memory of last night slowly returned.
"Grass..." Zheng Qu knows his head, and it is really himself that was insufferable last night? ? I don’t know if he ran over to tell Wei Yan that he was his twin brother last night, would he believe...
He originally thought that all the rooms in Wei's house should be of the antique type, and he had made preparations for sleeping on the wooden bed before he came, but he didn't expect that the bed he was lying on was still cushioned.
This bed is soft!
It is the simplest mattress to put it on weekdays, but this is Wei Zhai... Yesterday, Wei Zhai, who was specifically Baidu, has such a secular mattress in the famous Wei Zhai? ! !
Zheng Quzhi touched the new mobile phone that Lian Liankan had prepared for him yesterday. He was about to take a few photos and secretly post them on the small Weibo. The door was knocked suddenly.
As expected, Zheng Quzhi felt a guilty conscience when he shook his hand, and the phone slammed to the ground with a heartbreaking sound.
The knock on the door paused for a while, and then with a thud, a figure broke in.
"What happened? Are you okay?" Cai Qian rushed in with horror.
Zheng Quzhi was moved in his heart. Although Cai Qian seemed to dislike him very much, he didn't look that bad either!
"Brother Cai, I'm okay." Zheng Quzhi picked up the phone that was torn apart on the ground, and his tone became closer.
"Get out! Who cares about you!" Cai Qian glared over, "I'm asking how my furniture is?!!! Just a layman like you lives in our Wei mansion, and we will be demolished if we are not sure. Up!"
"Fuck you..." Zheng Quzhi darkened his face. Just as he was about to greet Cai Yuan's ancestors, he saw another figure dangling from the door.
"Uncle Zheng!" Luo Xintong walked in with a grin.
Zheng Quzhi's eyes widened. Luo Xintong is much more normal than last night, just like an ordinary five-year-old child, some babies have fat and fleshy faces. Looking at him during the day, his face seems a little ruddy.
And his eyes were hung upright. Except for one eye that looked red and swollen, Luo Xingtong looked completely like an ordinary child.
"Uncle Zheng, I'm so sorry that I scared you yesterday! Uncle Sir, forgive Tongtong regardless of the villain's life, OK?" Luo Xingtong stepped on her short legs and leaned to the side of the bed, looking up at her cute face. Zheng Quzhi.
Zheng Quzhi calmly glanced at Luo Xingtong's teeth. After seeing no abnormalities, he felt relieved and grabbed Luo Xingtong's ears: "You are too joking, how can you be so naughty? "
After talking for a few seconds, Zheng Quzhi only felt his hands loosened, and he was busy lowering his head subconsciously.
In his hand, he still held a small ear tightly.
"Ah! Uncle Zheng, you broke my ears!" Luo Xintong smiled, and quickly jumped up to her ears from Zheng Quzhi's hand.
Zheng Quzhi twitched the corners of his mouth, but did not faint anymore.
"Xin Tong, are you still looking for ears for the whole night?" Cai Qian frowned. How could this kid scare people again?
Hearing this, Luo Xintong's face changed, and he snorted and stopped speaking.
"Zheng Quzhi, don't be too slow, get up quickly, sir is waiting!" Cai Yuan didn't bother to stay here, urged in an unkind tone, and then lifted Luo Xintong's back.
The door slammed shut.
Zheng Quzhi was sober a lot, thinking that the owner was still waiting for him, and he couldn't care much at the moment, so he quickly got out of bed to wash.
I didn't know who sent him back last night, so he actually changed his pajamas. Zheng Quzhi churns out the T-shirt and pants from the suitcase and quickly put on them. Only when he went out did he remember that Cai Qian didn't seem to tell himself where Wei Yan was waiting for him.
The layout of Wei's house was so complicated that Zheng Quzhi covered his head with a headache. When he was at a loss, Wei Yan's voice came.
"Zheng Quzhi."
"Hey?" Zheng Quzhi tilted his head and saw the wall next to his room. Wei Yan stared at him lightly.
"Xiaozhizhi~" Qi Yue poked his head out from behind Wei Yan, and greeted Zheng Quzhi friendly: "How did you sleep last night?"
"It's okay." Zheng Quzhi said, walking to the next room.
Wei Yan turned around and entered the room, followed by Zheng Quzhi. I saw a few people standing in the room. Besides Cai Qian and Qi Xu, as well as that little ghost Luo Xintong, there are two older people.
"Zheng Quzhi, this is Li Shu who is responsible for the safety of the house." Wei Yan pointed at an old man with a beard like green onions.
Zheng Quzhi scratched his head, "Hello, Grandpa Li."
This plum tree seems to be in his 70s or 80s. Are you sure he can be responsible for the safety of this house? So an old old man, even if a child kicks, this old bone is easy to break, right?
"This is Shi Ke, who is responsible for cleaning." Wei Yan looked at another middle-aged woman.
Zheng Quzhi could hardly maintain his expression. Is this Aunt Shi Ke surely responsible for the hygiene problem? How many days have she not washed her clothes? Why is my hair messy and oily? What the did the clothes get so dirty? ? ? ?
Suddenly I wonder how my life is broken?
After introducing these two people, Wei Yan looked at Zheng Quzhi again: "If you have any questions, you can just ask me."
"Are there only a few of us here? Who cooks?" Zheng Quzhi always relies on food, especially when he is hungry.
"Me." Wei Yan pursed his lips, his Adam's apple moved slightly: "It's just that the cooking is not superb."
"Mr. Wei cooking?!!!" Zheng Quzhi was stunned. He looked like his five fingers would not touch the water, so he would cook?
"Understand the fur." ​​Wei Yan nodded faintly, then raised his eyes to look at Zheng Quzhi for a moment.
"Hey, I don't see that Mr. Wei is so capable!" Zheng Quzhi laughed, "I admire those who can cook!"
This is not a lie. Zheng Quzhi once participated in a gourmet variety show when he was still popular, and the chef cooked all the dishes in it. He also tried it several times, but they were not very tasty. At that time, I felt that people who can cook are simply perfect.
"You're probably hungry, I'll give you a bowl of noodles." Thinking that he hadn't prepared breakfast yet, Wei Yan frowned.
Zheng Quzhi was too hungry for a long time, so he nodded quickly after hearing this: "That's really troublesome Mr. Wei."
Cai Qian and Qi Mao touched their noses at the same time, and they looked at Zheng Quzhi with some sympathy in their eyes.
After Wei Yan was gone, Zheng Quzhi sat on the wooden chair with a carefree attitude, and asked Cai Qian curiously: "I can't tell, you are actually willing to let your husband cook?"