Because someone's house was too messy, the kitchen was full of all kinds of clutter, especially the suspiciously colored floating objects in the sink, which gave Ling Li goosebumps on his arms.

At this time, she couldn't clean it up, Ling Li secretly rejoiced that she could probably escape the fate of the cook, and pinched her nose and said, "Let's go out to eat." ”

Nan Zhiyi stretched out his head and glanced at it, he didn't know where to find the key, and simply said a neat word: "Go!" ”

After speaking, he opened Tian Zhengyan's house opposite, turned around and glanced at her who was stunned: "Don't be too happy, I'm a man with a spare kitchen." ”

Ling Li lowered her head and pursed the corners of her mouth, so she had no choice but to accept her fate.

The structure of 1802 is exactly the same as that of Nanzhiyi's kennels, but the style is completely different.

There will naturally be no shortage of things in a home with children, but Tian Zhengyan is not chaotic at all in the house, the various areas are reasonably planned, and the storage space is large enough, even if Ling Li, a tidying obsess, looks at it, he feels impeccable.

Different from the Nordic style of Nanzhiyi's house, except for the bar in the living room, which is full of coffee utensils and the overall color is cold, the rest are household items with lace and cartoon-shaped children's toys.

The pink color of the eyes is completely inconsistent with the aura of the person who looks cold.

Nan Zhiyi looked at her a little surprised, and laughed evilly: "Can't think of it, right? Lao Tian actually lived a small public act in his heart. ”

Ling Li didn't answer his words. I know with my knees that this cute style full of rooms must be accommodating to my wife and children.

Spend half an hour stir-frying the vegetables and steaming the rice. By the time the two of them had dinner, it was already half past ten.

Ling Li took a chopstick tomato scrambled egg and put it in his mouth, frowning. Uh, too much salt, so salty. Another chopsticks tear the lotus white, and I can't wait to spit it out. If you put too much vinegar, it is so sour that your teeth are about to fall, so hurry up and eat a mouthful of rice to suppress the shock.

As for the shredded green pepper meat, forget it, just looking at the knife work is very disgusting, and the meat that is as thick as a caterpillar is really unsightly.

Fortunately, the rice is steamed well, after all, there is a scale for releasing water, an accurate measuring cup, and an automatic temperature control device, so that you will not be wrong about how much seasoning waste you never know a little, a few, a trace amount, and an appropriate amount.

Ling Li laughed at herself, if she wanted to make a good Chinese food, she was afraid that she could only buy a high-end kitchen scale that could be accurate to milligrams, and then carefully record the results of multiple tests to get the best recipe.

Nan Zhiyi seemed to have been hungry for a long time, as if his taste buds were out of order, he silently lowered his head to eat, and did not complain much, but Ling Li, who was mentally prepared to accept his scolding, was very surprised.

After more than ten minutes, he had finished eating, and still did not express any opinion.

Ling Li was a little uneasy, biting her lip and feeling weak: "Don't you think it tastes weird?" ”

Nan Zhiyi put down the bowl: "Fortunately, in order to survive in this dangerous world, my adaptability is quite strong." Anyway, you have to endure it for more than 20 days, so it's better to lower the sensitivity of your taste buds first, so as not to be killed by your critical hit. ”

Ling Li rolled her eyes to the sky.

Not to mention, Nan Dashen, who can survive in such a messy garbage heap, is really not bragging about his super adaptability.

A few seconds later, she reacted and stammered: "What did you say for more than twenty days?" Do you want me to cook for you for twenty days? I don't want it! ”

Nan Zhiyi was very dissatisfied with her protest and slapped the table: "Do you have a position to refuse?" You don't want to think about it, you don't have an ID card, and you don't have any money, how are you going to live these days before your uncle and aunt come back? ”

Ling Li touched the tip of her nose and was a little surprised: "I borrowed a few hundred yuan from the owner of the neighbor's teahouse, and I can save a few yuan." ”

He disagreed: "People do business, you borrow money from this year to next year, but there is a taboo." ”

Ling Li was stunned, but she couldn't find the words to refute.

Don't look at Nan Zhiyi's indifference to many things, but he seems to be very sensitive in some things, and his eyes on people and things are much more reliable than her.

For example, Nan Zhiyi only saw Zhu Jinchuan once, and in a few minutes before and after, she could categorically say that she would be calculated and suffer if she followed Zhu Jinchuan.

Think about borrowing money again.

Indeed, a few hundred yuan in normal times doesn't matter much, and no one will question that she will come to Zhang, but after all, this is at the end of the year, and no one wants to be owed money for the New Year, especially for people who do business, it is taboo.

She thinks that it is a last resort, but it is difficult to guarantee that others will feel uncomfortable.

In the neighborhood, some trivial things seem insignificant, but at critical moments, they can become a thorn in people's hearts, and it is impossible to foresee what it will grow into over time, and it is best not to trouble others.

She was a little shaken, raised her eyes to look at Nan Zhiyi, and hesitated a little in her mouth: "Then, what should I do?" Borrow your money, not the same or borrow? ”

Nan Zhiyi smiled: "You help me work, I will give you an advance first, plus the remuneration for cooking for me, it is not a loan, everyone is at ease and no one owes anyone, how so?" ”

The last two words, the voice was leisurely and low, which made Ling Li involuntarily think of the fixed sentence structure of "Song Dingbo Catching Ghosts" that he had recited, and immediately followed aloud: "Great goodness." ”

When he reacted and covered his mouth, it was too late.

Nan Zhiyi raised his eyebrows: "Yes, the son can be taught, so it's decided." ”

was surrounded by him again, and Ling Li was a little annoyed.

After all, she is a teacher who plays tricks every day, and when it comes to the ability to demagogue, Nan Zhiyi is really not bad, she is always a scumbag who reacts slowly like this, and she is easily fooled.

After eating and cleaning up the kitchen, Ling Li said goodbye to him and went home, but he was uncomfortable by Nan Zhiyi's idiotic gaze, and he felt aggrieved.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "It's cold, I don't want to send you home, you have to go by yourself, it doesn't matter if you meet bad guys on the way, anyway, the earth can crack if you go down with a fist." ”

Ling Li muttered in a low voice, "I'm not Alalei" to express her dissatisfaction.

Nan Zhiyi didn't hear her retort, he kept frowning and looking at her, and then said after a while: "Yes, your black and gray clothes are really suitable for the situation, like a bat." Anyway, you can't get in without a key, hanging upside down on the plane tree behind your house overnight, just right. ”

What he said was so picturesque that Ling Li couldn't help but imagine the terrifying picture of a vampire hanging upside down on a tree branch in his head, and then looked at the thick darkness outside the window, and a layer of goosebumps quickly appeared on his back, and he immediately dispelled the idea of dying again.

But, Nanzhiyi's home, uh......

She bit her lip and whispered, "But, I didn't bring anything, and it's not convenient to live in your house......"

He waved his hand impatiently: "Who told you you could live in my house?" You live here, I have to revise my paper at night, you don't bother me. ”

After speaking, Ling Li, who was left stunned, floated away.

A pair of guys who have no self-knowledge often make her so aggrieved that she wants to die.

To be reasonable, she hasn't disliked Nan Zhiyi's dirty house, but he dislikes her own quarrel?

Ling Li was very unconvinced, and really wanted to knock on the door of 1801 and have a good discussion with him about who should dislike whom. However, after standing at the door for a long time, reason finally prevailed over emotion, and this absurd idea was stopped to face reality.

Seriously, compared to facing the dirty mess of Nan Zhiyi's house, Tian Zhengyan's home is obviously a better choice.

Although I was a little curious about the hostess who only heard her voice and didn't see her, she was not a gossip person after all, and she didn't even take a look at the rest of the place except for the guest bedroom.

As soon as she calmed down, Ling Li couldn't help but feel sleepy. Qin Xinghai's case took up too much of her effort and time, and now that she has put down such a big case, she has been tortured by Nan Zhiyi, and she slept very deeply this night.

Early in the morning, Ling Li was woken up by the constant ringing of the doorbell at the door. You don't have to think about it to know that Nan Zhiyi must have come to her.

Ling Li told him through the door that it would be good to wait for a while, carefully tidied up the bed and used items, cleaned up the garbage and mopped the floor, and went out after restoring the original appearance of the house.

She was about to knock on the door to say goodbye to Nan Zhiyi, but when she saw the door being pushed open all of a sudden, he dragged out a big suitcase, held the rice grains and Guli who knew that she was going out and couldn't remember a few random jumps, and said, "Go back and pack your luggage, let's go?" ”

Ling Li opened her mouth wide, unable to return to her senses for a long time.

What's going on? How did Nan Zhiyi dress up like this, as if he was going to go far away? And listening to the meaning of his words, it seems that it is still her share?

Nan Zhiyi cleaned himself up, just washed his hair and changed his clothes, and the stubble that had occupied his chin for a long time disappeared, but there was obvious blue and black under his eyes, and it looked like he had stayed up late.

He was in good spirits, raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said in a natural tone: "I have something to go to Nanxi." Aren't you going back to get a replacement ID? It was just together. ”

Ling Li's head was a little knotted, it was good that she wanted to go back to Nanxi, but this was the plan after the Spring Festival, where was there such a hurry?

Before he had time to think about how to refuse him, Nan Zhiyi's expression, which was still out of his mind just now, suddenly calmed down: "The custom of Nanxi is to worship before the beginning of spring. Seeing that the Chinese New Year is over, you really don't want to go back to see it? How many years have you not been back to your hometown for the Chinese New Year? ”

His words threw into her heart like a pebble, ripples rippled on the calm water, and thoughts spread out in circles.

The desire to go back to my hometown is getting stronger and stronger.

The case has a result, even if it is not ideal, you should go back and talk to them!

Ling Li's eyes were a little red, and she stood in place for a while, and finally nodded: "Okay." ”

was shocked by Nan Zhiyi's central matter, and when he followed him to the underground parking lot, he threw her a car key and asked her to drive as a driver, and completely disappeared.

Ling Li grabbed the key in a hurry, and the corners of her mouth twitched: "I haven't been on the highway, I'm driving?" Aren't you afraid of a car accident? ”

Nan Zhiyi shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and his expression was very calm: "You don't have to bargain, I don't have a driver's license, and you can only drive if you want to go to Nanxi." ”

Ling Li was embarrassed, and it took several seconds to come back to her senses.

Nan Zhiyi's character is destined to never play cards according to common sense, but the behavior of not being able to drive and buying a car is still unexpected by Ling Li.

However, now she can only accept her fate, she opened the car door and sat in the cab, adjusted the seat, looked at the key in her hand, and then looked at the dashboard, and was suddenly stunned.

It's really a coincidence that Nan Zhiyi's car is actually a model of Zhu Jinchuan, but the color is not black but dark gray, to say that she doesn't know how to drive at all, it's not.

It's just that when she thought of that person, Ling Li felt a little sour in her heart, and she hurriedly lowered her head to hide her depressed mood.

Knowing that he had never been able to fight Nan Zhiyi, Ling Li gave up the useless struggle, carefully drove home, looked for a long circle, and finally found a locksmith a few kilometers away to open the door, tossed and changed the lock, and finally took out the driver's license and household registration book from the drawer at home, and went on the road trembling.

On the highway, Ling Li was a little nervous, always paying attention to the speed of the car, not to mention, all the time looking at the rearview mirror of the car, once a car approached the hairs stood up, the feet were also tight, and he was very tired after not driving far.