Strongest Guard

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

It was a long time before Yue Zitong summed up a conclusion: Li Nanfang is a scum. When it comes to those mean means in the world, she is no match for him who has been in the high social circles since childhood.

It's like competing with pigs to eat. Can you eat again? Can you compare with pigs?

Zeng Guofan once said: the scholar has three do not fight, do not fight with a gentleman's name, do not fight with villains, do not fight with heaven and earth clever.

Li Nanfang is absolutely a villain. Yue Zitong only has a brain in his head, and he will look for hardship like he did last night.

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

If you look for opportunities in the future, there will certainly be opportunities. President Yue doesn't believe it. With her intelligence, she can't play with a scum?

Li Nanfang, one day I will let you know my power, hum, hum!

After enlightening himself in his heart, Yue Zitong was in a better mood and sat up.

waited for her to finish washing, and deliberately covered her dark circles with her eyes shadow. Then she came 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 jingling sound coming from the kitchen. There was a smell coming from there, which made yuezongqiong's nose wrinkled slightly and his fingers moved.

A lot of girls who look cool and elegant, or clean to a mess, in fact, when they are at home, they are in a mess in terms of cooking and sanitation. In particular, a person like Mr. Yue, who lives alone, has lived independently in this villa for more than two years. Her best food is noodles in clear water.

Oh, and of course, a little more salt.

She had never been in her own home, smelling so attractive rice fragrance.

Scum cooking?

Scum can cook?

Where are the ingredients for scum cooking? I remember very clearly that there are mice running in the empty refrigerator in the kitchen.

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

Li Nanfang is wearing an apron and a hat made of coated magazine paper on his head. The funny thing is that on the hat at the back of his head, there is an ugly woman who moves with his singing and shaking her head.

He is frying tomatoes and eggs. He holds a spoon in his right hand and a frying spoon in his left hand. In the sound of pricking oil stains, his wrist vibrates, and the dishes in the frying spoon roll skillfully and fall into it with incomparable accuracy.

Looking at Li Nan Nan's back, Yue Zi Tong suddenly thought of a sentence: the most lovely thing is the way a man works hard.

Li Nanfang, who is cooking now, is working hard?

In particular, the action of this ladle seems to have a kind of aesthetic feeling like flowing water, with the artistic conception of leaving the dust. It seems that it is not cooking, but making a work of art.

Unknowingly, Yue Zitong was dazed and serene, just like Mary in Notre Dame.

Li Nanfang fried tomatoes and eggs, also did not use a spoon, his left hand slightly bumped, red and white beautiful dishes from their own flying out, the slightest fall on the cupboard plate, clever force let people smack tongue, not even a little soup splash out.

"Wairuigude."

Li Nanfang hit a ring finger, boasted and then turned back, laughing: "up?"

"Well, up."

After Yue Zitong nodded, she felt that her tone was so gentle. She shouldn't have cold face, squint, twist a flower with her chin up, turn around and walk, let scum clearly feel lazy to pay attention to his arrogance?

"Wait a minute. There's still a dish of fried yam. You'd better go outside and have a breath of fresh air. It's better to smile at the sun for a few minutes. Then you'll feel in a good mood all day. This is what I've learned over the years. I don't tell ordinary people."

Li Nanfang babbled on and picked up the lid of the rice cooker and checked the millet porridge that was slowly cooking inside.

Who's the rarest?

Yue Zitong wanted to curl her mouth and say so, but she didn't say it. She wondered how she could obey him. She went out of the living room and stood in the yard. After a few deep breaths, she showed eight teeth to the sun.

There is a book that says that girls who like to laugh usually have no bad luck.

However, the way Mr. Yue smiles at the sun should not be very bright and charming. How could he call it a smirk?

If it wasn't for the fact that the guy could cook, Mr. Yue would surely throw himself into a punch and kick to show him the sharp demeanor of the ace agent!

He is trying to please me, hoping that I can give him a high hand and let him go.

Just, just, for the sake of his usefulness, I won't fight for profits with a small man. Who makes me always be magnanimous?Looking at the sun and giggling, Mr. Yue was moved by his modesty when Li NanFang's voice came from the living room: "honey, it's time to have breakfast!"

The sound, which should have been sweet to the girl's ears, wiped out the feeling that Mr. Yue had just begun to feel for him. When he turned around and looked at him again, his pretty face was covered with wind and frost, as if standing in the open air for a whole night.

"Aunt, eat, hey, hey."

After feeling General Yue's sharpness, Li Nanfang chuckled and ran into the kitchen.

Three dishes, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, fried yam, lettuce salad, red as the morning glow, white as coagulated fat, green as emerald, together with golden scrambled eggs, the four colors reflect each other, even the most people who have no appetite can't help swallowing.

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

"Auntie, please."

Li Nanfang opened the chair for Mr. Yue and raised his hand to make a gesture of invitation.

Now he calls yuezong Xiaoyi, which is quite agreeable.

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 stopped at the table to answer.

"So much to eat?"

"You think that others are feeding birds just like you don't want to eat. Don't be angry, auntie. You're angry early in the morning. You don't have good luck all day."

"Hum."

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

Li Nanfang frowned and then laughed: "Auntie, you are so smart that you can guess such things."

As a matter of fact, as soon as yuezi's fairy tales were exported, they had some regrets.

She felt that her words were very likely to blaspheme the boy's busy working all morning, especially when she saw that he frowned, she felt guilty, and felt that she was too sorry for others.

But she won't apologize, elder. Even if she said something wrong, for her own dignity, she can't apologize to the younger generation. As long as she can eat the rice he cooked, it will be the biggest reward for him.

Scum cooking skills are very good, than the company canteen of those fat cooks can be much better, but he ate like a hungry ghost, or pig reincarnation.

Normal people, can you eat enough cooked eggs for breakfast?

Fortunately, he was a little self-conscious. Every dish was only half moved. He would never throw chopsticks like a chicken throwing food. If he did, President Yue's good mood would surely be lost.

Yue Zitong drank a bowl of porridge, ate a cooked egg, and a dozen chopsticks. Compared with the usual breakfast, Yue Zitong had a big appetite.

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

Yue Zitong put down his chopsticks, picked up the paper and wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully. When he saw Li NanFang's scraping of her leftover vegetables into his bowl, he scooped up a spoonful of porridge and began to eat it.

"You, you eat my leftovers?"

Yue Zitong was a little surprised.

"When I was hungry, I used to eat with dogs."

Li Nan did not raise his head.

"You dare to satirize me for being, being -"

Yue Zitong was angry again.

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

Yue Zitong stopped talking.

She can see from Li Nanan's eyes that he really does not mean to satirize her, just to tell the truth or not to waste a little food.

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

Yue Zitong coughed and apologized.

"Nothing."

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

"What do you mean?"

Yue Zi Tong's Dai Mei frowned slightly and asked, "why, this is the money I want to buy vegetables from me?"

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

You have to pay for something. There's nothing to say.

"Hey, I haven't seen it yet. What's more, you let me live in your house, and you gave me a gift. You've worn the rags you don't want. How can I ask you for food again? "

After listening to Li NanFang's words, Yue Zitong wanted to stand up and question his family who had worn the worn-out clothes, and even the brand tag had not been cut off!

However, in order to maintain a good mood, Mr. Yue tolerated: "what do you mean by showing me this one yuan?"

"Bet on it."

"Gambling? What are you gambling on? "

"On the principle of women's priority, you can choose whether you want words or flowers, or you can flip coins. The loser has to wash the dishes, and the winner can sit on the sofa with legs up. "Li NanFang's explanation is simple and easy to understand.

Yue Zitong bit his lower lip, but he didn't expect that he would even have to do something like washing the dishes with a coin. He was a scum!

Seeing that Mr. Yue's face was cloudy and sunny, he was always turning over his face at any time. Li Nanfang sneered: "Hey, if you don't agree, it's just washing the dishes. It's not a big thing. I'll suffer a little ---"

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

Li Nanfang did not speak and raised his hand to make a gesture of invitation.

"I want it literally."

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

Under the close attention of two eyes, the coin clanged down on the dining table and shivered for several times.

Li Nanfang breathed a sigh of relief and stood up with a smile: "today, I am the master."