The porridge on the table was still steaming, and a needle could be heard falling around the quiet surroundings, Li Zhien sat down at the table, picked up a spoon, dug a spoonful, put it in front of his mouth, blew it gently, and then put it in his mouth.

The porridge doesn't have any taste, but after eating, the whole person is warm, and it tastes even better after tearing the mustard on the table and putting it in the porridge with a little salty embellishment.

There are two kinds of medicine in the medicine bag next to it, and each medicine has a label paper on it, on which the usage and dosage are written.

Li Zhien took out a box of medicine and looked at the words written on it, people often say that words are like people, but why is the words written by An Sheng so ugly, it is even more abstract than the words written by elementary school students, and there are a few obvious black spots on the paper that it is a typo at a glance, and he painted it himself. She smiled knowingly, as if she had already thought of what he looked like when he wrote.

"Ding Dong~"

Lee's cell phone rang.

It was a text message from An Sheng.

"I forgot to tell you, I'm afraid you won't be able to drink porridge and eat enough, there are buns in the pot in the kitchen."

Li Zhien put down his mobile phone, walked into the kitchen, saw a pot on the stove, gently touched the lid of the pot, and sure enough, it was hot, and when he opened the lid of the pot, a stream of water vapor came to his face, and two buns were placed in it.

She brought the bun to the table and texted Ansheng back.

"You made it?"

After sending it, she was curious, stretched out her index finger and gently poked the skin of the bun, which was very soft and fun.

"Of course not, I just went to buy medicine and bought it by the way."

"I thought you did it yourself."

After Li Zhien sent a text message, he picked up the bun and took a bite, the taste was very good, and the noodles were soft.

An Shengzhi also sent a text message quite sincerely: "You think too highly of me, I will only cook a porridge and make a fat loss meal with no technical content." ”

"Thank you so much for today." Li Zhien thought of everything An Sheng did today, and sincerely thanked An Sheng.

"It's too polite, boss, it's not a matter of course to do things for the boss." Ansheng has learned the sycophants in place.

Li Zhien looked at the information on her mobile phone and laughed out loud, although it was said by text message, she had already brought in the appearance of An Sheng when he was usually out of tune.

Immediately after that, Ansheng sent another message.

"While it's natural for me to do these things for my boss, it's acceptable for me to give me some reward."

At this time, An Sheng, who was in the parking lot outside Li Zhien's community, sat on a motorcycle and smiled happily after sending this text message.

It didn't take long for Li Zhien's text message to come back.

"Yes, what do you want."

An Sheng thought about it and found a groundhog emoji and sent it to Li Zhien.

Li Zhien, who was drinking porridge, almost didn't squirt out the porridge in her mouth when she saw the emoji she posted.

She saw a groundhog kowtowing frantically, with a line written above his head.

"Two pieces a piece is not a little, and a hundred or two hundred is not too much."

You can see a person's character from the emoji, the more nonsensical this kind is, the more it can reflect whether a person is serious or not, and it is obvious that An Sheng is an imserious person.

"Yes, I will go to the finance tomorrow to get the money."

Li Zhien replied to the text message and continued to drink porridge.

There were many cars parked around Ansheng one after another, and without exception, they would look at the man sitting on the motorcycle, and Ansheng, who was smiling, was much softer than he usually had a straight face. Even the boys who walked past couldn't help but peek at him.

"Okay, I'll go straight when the time comes."

Li Zhien, who was drinking porridge and eating steamed buns, enjoyed it a little, it was the first time she ate these things with this combination, and it was indeed much better than drinking porridge dry.

Before I knew it, the two buns had already been eaten, and the porridge had bottomed out.

"You eat well, remember to take medicine, by the way, you can't take medicine immediately after eating, wait a while."

This is Ansheng's last text message with Li Zhien.

According to An Sheng's remarks, Li Zhien opened the medicine and did not take it immediately, she picked up the pen on the table that An Sheng had just written a note on, and scribbled on the note written by An Sheng.

In fact, it's just boredom to pass the time, and now I can't take medicine right away, so that's the only way.

Li Zhien continued to paint the black dots that An Sheng painted just now, and then slowly added two more braids on both sides of the black dots, and then her body was also drawn by her, and the last black-faced villain drew it for her; She looked at this ugly and explosive villain and smiled happily, it seemed that she didn't seem to have any talent for drawing, looking at the words on the note and the villain she drew, Li Zhien thought for a while, folded the note and put it away.

The hot water she had poured just now had now warmed up, she took the medicine and cleaned up the table, took the thermos bucket and bowl into the kitchen and brushed it, wiped her hands and walked out.

Looking at the clock on the wall, the sweat on her body that she had just slept on had dried up, and it was uncomfortable to stick to her body, so she walked towards the bathroom.

An Sheng, who returned to the fried chicken restaurant, looked at the busy waiters, and he also began to work, cleaning up the table and helping others order.

Flowing water.

Hand to hand.

After finishing this rush hour, An Sheng took two hamburgers, walked up to the second floor, and walked to his study.

He turned on the computer and began to write his script, after the last discussion with Li Zhien, he already knew what kind of script to write, and he has been working silently for the past month.

I've now finished writing three episodes and am working on a fourth.

Nibbling on a hamburger in his mouth, he opened the document with ease, and his habit was to first roughly glance at what he had written before, so that he could not only help himself consolidate it, but more importantly, if he found that he had written something wrong, he could also modify it.

"Squeak~"

The door of the study was pushed open, and Zhao Lang walked in and turned on the light in the room.

"Why don't you turn on the lights, I know you're fine, I don't know if you think you're doing something stealing chickens and dogs."

An Sheng glanced back at him, chewed a hamburger in his mouth, and muttered, "Get used to it, I feel it when I don't turn on the light." ”

"Watch your eyes." Zhao Lang admonished, while pulling out a chair and sitting next to him and asking, "How much has the script been written?" ”

"It's been three episodes." An Sheng stared intently at the documents on the computer.

"I forgot to ask you just now, didn't you just go to deliver a porridge, why did it take so long."

Ansheng threw the wrapper into the trash, "Well, by the way, I bought her a medicine." ”

"Tut-tut." Zhao Langkai said in a weird way: "Why do you still buy medicine for people, so considerate." ”

An Sheng chose to ignore his yin and yang weirdness, and said seriously: "What's wrong with buying her a medicine when you're sick?" ”

Zhao Lang smiled unexpectedly and deeply: "It's okay, you can do whatever you like." ”

"Nervous."

Ansheng tore open the package of the second burger and began to eat.

Zhao Lang stared at the computer, "Are you sure that Li Zhien will read your script?" ”

An Sheng turned his head to look at him: "What's wrong?" ”

"I think your name is half off."

Zhao Lang pointed to the four eye-catching big characters in the computer document.

"My Uncle"