Chapter 33: : Today, I am uncle

When Yue Zitong woke up the next day, she only felt dizzy and weak. This was a sequelae of severe lack of sleep.
After staring at the ceiling with wide open eyes and staring at the ceiling for a long time, Yue Zitong came to a conclusion: Li Nanfang is a scumbag. When it comes to those despicable gangsters, she has been in the upper circle of society since she was a child. The proud girl is definitely not his opponent.
It's like competing with pigs to eat. If you can eat, can you compare to pigs?
Zeng Guofan once said: There are three scholars who do not fight, do not fight for fame with gentlemen, do not fight for profit with villains, and do not fight with heaven and earth.
Li Nanfang is definitely an out-and-out villain. Only when Yue Zitong's brain gets flooded, will he ask for bitterness like last night.
Of course, this thing can't be left like this, Yue Zitong now raises his arms to smell, as if he can still smell the disgusting smell of feet. When she was in the bath last night, she almost rubbed the skin off.
Looking for opportunities in the future, there will definitely be opportunities, Mr. Yue still doesn't believe it. With her ingenuity, would he not be able to play a scumbag?
Li Nanfang, one day I will let you know how good I am, hum, hum!
After self-enlightening the meeting in his heart, Yue Zitong finally felt better and turned to sit up.
After she finished washing and deliberately wiped her eyeshadow to cover up the dark circles, she walked out of the bedroom door, showing her slender and slender beauty.
The scumbag was not in the living room, but there was a clanging sound from the kitchen, and a fragrance came from there, causing Chief Yue Qiong to wrinkle his nose and move his index finger.
Many girls who seem to be glamorous and elegant, or simple and clean to a mess, in fact, when they are in their own homes, both cooking and hygiene are messed up, especially for people like Mr. Yue who live alone. They live independently in this villa. For more than two years, her best meal is the noodles in Qingshui.
Oh, of course you have to sprinkle some more salt.
She had never smelled such a tempting fragrance of rice in her own home.
Scum is cooking?
Scum can cook?
Where did the ingredients for the scum cooking come from? I remember very clearly that the kitchen refrigerator is empty for mice.
Yue Zitong was a little surprised, but also a little expectant. He couldn't help but quickly walked down the stairs and came to the kitchen door.
Li Nanfang wears an apron and a hat made of magazine copperplate paper on his head. What is ridiculous is that there is an ugly the hat at the back of his head, which moves as he hums and shakes his head.
He was frying tomatoes and eggs, holding a spoon in his right hand, and a frying spoon in his left hand. Amidst the stabs of oily sound, his wrist vibrated and the dishes in the frying spoon rolled over and fell into it with great accuracy. .
Looking at Li Nanfang's back, Yue Zitong suddenly thought of a sentence: The way a man looks when he works hard is the cutest.
Li Nanfang, who is cooking now, is working hard, right?
Especially the action of this scooping spoon seems to have a kind of beauty like clouds and flowing water, with a dusty mood, as if it is not cooking, but a work of art.
Before she knew it, Yue Zitong looked fascinated and drunk, and her expression was serene, like Mary in Notre Dame.
After Li Nanfang fry the tomatoes and eggs, he didn't use a spoon, his left hand turned slightly, the red and white good-looking dishes flew out of their own, and they landed on the plate on the cupboard exactly. Tongue, not even a bit of vegetable soup came out.
"Wai Rui Gu De."
Li Nanfang snapped his fingers, boasted, then turned his head, smiled: "Arise?"
"Well, get up."
After Yue Zitong nodded, she felt that her tone was so gentle. She shouldn't have a cold face, squinted her eyes, twisted her chin, turned and left, making people feel clearly that she was too lazy to care about his arrogance?
"Wait a minute, there is still a plate of stir-fried yam that has not been made. You should go outside to breathe in the fresh air. It is best to smirk at the sun for a few minutes. Then you will feel that you are in a good mood all day. I don’t tell him the summed up experience."
Li Nanfang talked babblingly, picked up the lid of the rice cooker, and checked the millet porridge that was slowly simmering inside.
Cut, who cares about your experience?
Yue Zitong wanted to curl her lips and say so, but she didn't say it. Even she was wondering how she could listen to him. She walked out of the living room and stood in the courtyard. After closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths, she showed eight teeth to the sun. .
There is a book that says that girls who like to laugh are generally not bad luck.
But the way Mr. Yue smiled at the sun shouldn’t be so bright and charming, why did he say it was a giggle?
If it weren't for the fact that that guy can cook, Mr. Yue would definitely rush to punch and kick him, let him see the sharp demeanor of the ace agent!
He was deliberately pleasing me, hoping that I could raise my hand to him and let him go.
Forget it, that's it. For the sake of his usefulness, I won't fight a little man for profit. Who made me always magnanimous?
Looking at the sun with a smirk, Mr. Yue was moved by his emptiness, Li Nanfang's voice came from the living room: "Baby, it's time for breakfast!"
This sound should be a very warm baby in the girl’s ears, and it erased the little favor that President Yue had for him just rising. When she turned around and looked at him, her pretty face was full of wind and frost, as if she was in the open air. I stood there all night like that.
"Auntie, eat, hehe."
After feeling the sharpness of President Yue, Li Nanfang smirked and ran into the kitchen with a small neck.
Three dishes, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried yam, cold lettuce, red as the morning glow, white as curd, green as emerald, plus golden scrambled eggs, the four colors reflect each other, even the least appetite People who are too can not help swallowing saliva.
What's more, there are fragrant millet porridge, and more than 20 red-boiled eggs are placed on the plate.
"Auntie, please."
Li Nanfang pulled the chair aside for President Yue very dogmatically, and raised his hand in a please gesture.
Now he called Mr. Yue to be his aunt, and he just said smoothly.
Yue Zitong glanced at him, sat down, frowned and asked, "Why do you cook so many eggs?"
"Of course it is to eat."
Li Nanfang picked up the chopsticks and paused at the table to answer.
"So much, can you eat it?"
"You think that other people are just feeding the birds just like you eat or not. Auntie, don't be angry, you are angry early in the morning, and you have no luck all day."
"Humph."
Yue Zitong snorted softly, picked up the chopsticks to set up a piece of yam, and when he was about to put it in his mouth, he suddenly asked, "You didn't spit into the dish, right?"
Li Nanfang frowned, then smiled: "Auntie, you are so smart, you can guess such things."
In fact, as soon as Yue Zi's fairy tale was exported, he regretted it a little.
She felt that what she said was very suspicion of blaspheming this guy who was busy working all morning, especially after seeing his frowning, she felt guilty, and she felt too sorry for others.
But she won't apologize, the elders, even if they say something wrong, for the sake of her majesty, she can't apologize to the younger ones. As long as he can eat the food he cooks, it is the biggest reward for him.
The scum cooking skill is very good, much better than the fat-headed cooks in the company canteen, but he eats at a speed like a starving ghost, or a pig.
Can a normal person eat a full 17 or 8 cooked eggs for one breakfast?
Fortunately, he was a little self-aware, and he only moved half of each dish, and would never throw chopsticks around like a chicken throwing food. If that was the case, Mr. Yue's good mood would definitely be lost.
In total, Yue Zitong drank a bowl of gruel, ate a boiled egg, plus a dozen chopsticks dishes. Compared with the usual breakfast, it was already appetizing.
Many times, she does not eat breakfast.
When Yue Zitong put down his chopsticks and picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully, he saw Li Nanfang drew all the remaining dishes from her into his bowl, and then scooped a spoonful of gruel. Snoring in the food.
"You, do you eat my leftovers?"
Yue Zitong was a little surprised.
"I used to grab food with dogs when I was hungry."
Li Nanfang answered without looking up.
"Do you dare to mock me, yes -"
Yue Zitong was angry again.
After pulling the last meal into his mouth, Li Nanfang put down the bowl and shook his head, and said flatly: "It doesn't mean that, just tell the truth."
Yue Zitong stopped talking.
She could tell from Li Nanfang's eyes that he really didn't mean to sarcasm her, just telling the truth, or saying that he didn't want to waste any food.
"Ah, sorry, I misunderstood."
Yue Zitong coughed dryly and apologized greatly.
"Nothing."
Li Nanfang smiled and took out a coin, placed it in his palm and stretched it out in front of her.
"What do you mean?"
Yue Zi Tong Dai frowned slightly and asked, "Why, is this money for buying vegetables from me?"
The refrigerator in her kitchen is empty enough for mice to run away. Of course, Li Nanfang bought the ingredients for breakfast from outside.
You have to pay for things, there is nothing to say.
"Hey, thirty or fifty yuan of small money, I haven't seen it yet. Besides, you let me live in your house, and you gave me all the ragged clothes you don’t need. Why should I be embarrassed to buy it from you? Food money?"
After listening to Li Nanfang say this, Yue Zitong wanted to shoot the case and asked him who wore the unneeded ragged clothes, even the brand tag was not cut off!
But in order to maintain a good mood, Mr. Yue endured: "Then you show me this dollar, what do you mean?"
"Bet."
"Bet? What to bet?"
"In line with the principle of ladies first, you can choose whether you want words or flowers, or you can toss a coin. If you lose, you have to wash the pot and wash the dishes. If you win, you can sit on the sofa and pretend to be an uncle. "
Li Nanfang's explanation is simple, clear and easy to understand.
Yue Zitong bit her lower lip. He didn't expect that he would even use a coin toss to solve the things that should be done by him, such as washing pots and dishes-it really was a scum!
Seeing that Mr. Yue’s face was uncertain, always turning his face upside down, Li Nanfang chuckled: "Hey, if you don’t agree, then forget it. Isn’t it just washing the pot and washing dishes? It’s not a big deal, I’ll just eat something. deficit----"
Yue Zitong reached out and grabbed the coin, and said coldly: "I will take advantage of you?"
Li Nanfang did not speak, and raised his hand in a gesture of invitation.
"I want it literally."
Yue Zitong said, holding the coin with his thumb, and the coin jumped up.
Under the close gaze of both eyes, the coin jingled and fell on the dining table, shaking back and forth for a few moments.
Li Nanfang breathed a sigh of relief and stood up smilingly: "Today, I am the uncle."
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