Chapter 30: Start reading

After a while, the Confucian language was found according to the house number. When it came, it also brought a lot of ingredients.
"Teacher, why have you bought so many things?" Lan Ning took the shopping bag in his hand and glanced in it. The beef, the lasagna, the ribs, the round, and so many.
Confucianism said: "I bought it when I was familiar with the supermarket environment."
Lan Ning: "..."
Familiar with the supermarket environment... Taurus is not the food of the twelve constellations.
She put her pockets in the kitchen and opened the refrigerator and looked at it: "There are a lot of vegetables in the house, so I should stop buying food."
"Yeah." The Confucian language also looks like in the room. After his gaze, he said to Lan Ning, "You have a good environment here, but is your landlord living alone?"
"Oh, her parents are all abroad, she is studying alone here."
"It turns out that." The Confucian language nodded and did not ask anything. Lan Ning took out the dishes and said to the Confucian language: "Let's cut the dishes first, and then we can almost eat them when we sing."
After talking to Confucianism, he raised his eyebrows: "With your living, your landlord really has a good fortune."
Lan Ning leaned in his direction and whispered, "Because she has a very small rent!"
The Confucian language laughed softly and went into the kitchen to help her cut vegetables.
After Qufu came out of the bedroom, he saw the handsome mature man cutting vegetables in his kitchen at a glance. She blinked and thought she was still not awake.
Lan Ning saw her up, put the cut layer of belly on a large plate and said to her: "Are you awake, just about to eat."
"This is...?" Qufu blinked in the direction of Confucianism.
"Oh, I am going to cook the hot pot at night, so I will ask the teacher to come over and celebrate his move."
"This way, teacher, hello!" Qufu smiled and sweared at the Confucian language.
"Hello." The Confucian language nodded to her and continued to cut the broccoli in her hand.
This broccoli is also bought by him.
Qufu looked at the bowls on the glazed glazed table for a while, and looked at Laning incredulously: "Lan Ning sister, I only ate the buffet at noon, can you still eat hot pot at night?"
"Why not?" Ranning looked at her strangely. "I did an afternoon. Do you think you slept like you for an afternoon? And this teacher can eat."
The knives of the Confucian language were heavy, and a broccoli was cut away: "You are too modest."
"Where is it." Lan Ning looked at the broccoli that flew out, and inexplicably felt that the vest was cool.
Qufu picked up the food that flew to his feet and handed it to Lan Ning to flush it: "What do you say about the teacher's surname? What should I call him?"
Lan Ning said: "You call him an uncle."
With a bang, another broccoli flew out.
Lan Ning: "..."
The Confucian language stopped the knife in his hand and looked at Lan Ning sideways. "Why did she call your sister and call me an uncle?"
Lan Ning said: "Because I am older, she is no more than ten years old. You are older than ten years old."
Confucian language: "..."
Who is required to rise more than ten years old to rise a generation?
"The teacher is so young, of course, my brother!" Qufu laughed twice and went to pick up another broccoli.
"Oh." Lan Ning re-rinsed the broccoli on the ground and threw it into the plate.
When the dishes were almost ready, Lan Ning began to fry the hot pot base. After the scent of the hot pot was picked up, he even slept for an afternoon of Qufu, and felt that he could fight another battle.
Lan Ning and Ruan Confucius have eaten Chinese food together with Western food, but it is the first time to eat a hot pot like a table.
After the first dish in the pot was cooked, she clipped a chopstick and a layer of belly to the Qufu bowl. Qufu happily thanked her.
The Confucian language sat on the side and looked at her quietly.
Lan Ning felt his gaze, his mouth was silent, and he took a chopstick and a layer of belly, and put it in the bowl of Confucianism: "Teacher, you also eat."
"Yeah." The Confucian language wrapped a thousand layers of belly in his red bowl.
"Teacher, is it really okay to eat so spicy?" Lan Ning looked at the color in his bowl and felt so spicy. Now it is so spicy, will it be drafted on the grounds of eating too spicy?
"I like to eat spicy since I was a child." He said that he also glanced at Lan Ning's bowl. "It is difficult to understand that you have a hot pot that is still served with sesame sauce."
Lan Ning licked his mouth and gave himself a chopstick dish: "The smell of sesame sauce is good."
"That's not a pure hot pot, it's a pagan in the hot pot."
Lan Ning: "..."
Are they talking about eating a set of Taurus?
She put a piece of ribs and put it in the bowl of Confucianism: "Teacher, you should eat more."
She couldn’t stop his mouth if she didn’t believe it.
The Confucian language looked down and glanced at the ribs that she clipped to herself, and ate it silently.
Three people ate around the table for more than an hour, and the dishes on the table were wiped out. Qufu swelled in the chair, as if there was no love: "No, I am already a waste cat. I don't have to eat anything tomorrow."
Lan Ning smashed it in the pot with a spoon, picked up a netted shrimp dumpling, and put it into the bowl of Confucianism: "That's great, I don't have to cook for tomorrow."
Qufu looked at the ceiling weakly and didn't talk. The Confucian language ate the shrimp dumplings and wiped it with a napkin: "Do you need me to clean it up?"
"Of course!" Lan Ning stood up from the chair and pointed to the pile of dishes. "The empty bowls are handed over to you."
When she finished, she was ready to go to the pot on the table. She said that she had some hot pots in one step: "I am coming, you are going to clean up the empty bowls."
"Ah, oh..." Lan Ning took back his hand and went to the stacked plates. I still remembered, "Teacher, you are careful."
"Don't compare me to you."
Lan Ning: "..."
The Qufu, who was still emptied, looked at their eyes and then stared at the ceiling.
In the kitchen, Laning and the Confucian language stand together to wash the dishes, and the sink is full of white bubbles. Lan Ning dialed his own hair and tentatively looked at the Confucian language: "Teacher, which building do you live in?"
The Confucian language did not raise the head and asked: "What do you ask this?"
"Don't do anything, just want to go to the door when you have time."
"I think you want to have a reminder when you have time."
"Oh, where, you haven't just handed in the manuscript."
"I am preparing a new book."
Lan Ning slammed, and even the washing of the dishes stopped: "New book? So fast?" When did the fortunate teacher, who is known for being lazy, become so diligent?
"Ok."
Lan Ning squinted and asked, "What type of new book is it?"
"The style may not be the same as before, so you will know when you finish writing."
"Oh..." Lan Ning didn't ask any more. After all, the new book wasn't necessarily her responsibility, and... she didn't want to go through such a memorable draft.
She brushed two bowls before she suddenly remembered her original purpose: "Teacher, you haven't said which one you live in."
The Confucian language smiled and looked up at her: "Would you like to reason?"
Lan Ning: "..."
Why don't you say Baidu to try it?
She wrinkled her nose, but she suddenly laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" Lan Ning glanced at him.
The Confucian language rushed to the water and touched her hair: "The bubbles are all on the hair."
Lan Ning looked at the white foam on his hand and buried his head with a bang.
The Confucian language looked at her side face, her mouth twitched a little, and she lowered her head to wash the dishes.
After the two people washed the pots and pans, the Confucian language directly quit. Lan Ning sang on the door and quietly opened the door and looked out from it.
Confucianism is just in the elevator.
"I am going out." She quickly slammed the sentence and opened the door. Sitting in another elevator downstairs, Lan Ning sneaked behind the words of Confucianism.
The editor-in-chief explained, and asked her to ask the new address of the Confucian language. She still did not believe that the flesh of the mouth could fly like this.
The Confucian language is not fast or slow. The street lamp in the community pulls his shadow very long. Occasionally, a car drives over and he will stop. Laning will quickly hide to which wall or which streetlight.
Ah, why do you feel so perverted?
She sighed silently in her heart and saw the Confucian language turning left in front. Lan Ning quickly caught up, but after turning the corner, he did not see the shadow of Confucianism.
Hey, go so fast? Lan Ning frowned and looked around. It might be into the apartment. There was a building when he turned around. He probably lived in this building.
Thinking of her, she walked over to the apartment in front of her, and the door downstairs was closed. She tried to enter the password for their building, and she couldn’t open it.
"Do you need me to help you?" The voice of the Confucian language suddenly came from behind, and Lan Ning was so scared that he almost didn't call it out.
She turned back a little stiffly, and the Confucian language was standing behind her and looked at herself with a smile.
"Haha." Laning smiled dryly. "I just ate a lot, so I went for a walk."
The Confucian language smiled and went up to enter six numbers on the keyboard lock. The door "Card" opened: "Would you like to sit up?"
"...well."
After sitting in the elevator with the Confucian language, Lan Ning still had some embarrassment. The Confucian language looked at the keyboard in the elevator and said: "You still don't want to track people in the future, it's too dangerous."
Lan Ning: "..."
She silently watched the elevator stop on the 21st floor and walked out with the Confucian language.
The Confucian language lived in the first room of the elevator. The layout inside was very similar to that of Qufu, but the decoration style was completely different.
"Here is it already renovated when I bought it?" After watching a circle inside, Lan Ning asked the Confucian language.
"Well, if I have to decorate it, I have to wait a long time. It is just that there is a decoration here, and I can accept the style."
"Oh... I thought..."
"Why?" The Confucian language suddenly looked at her, and the corner of his mouth seemed to hang a little. "I thought I was moved here because of you?"
Lan Ning: "..."
Although she really thought so, but... do you want to say it! I feel that my face is lost!