After a brief communication between An Ning and Luo Li An Guoping, it was decided to let An Zhichen live here for a week or two.

An Zhichen has a total of two pieces of luggage, a very old suitcase and a briefcase.

Half of the whole suitcase is books, half is neatly stacked, with a bit of old-fashioned clothes.

An Zhichen's young man is different from Jiang Wancheng.

Jiang Wancheng is an old man who is full of the atmosphere of the eldest sister, and she will be convincing. An Zhichen's young man is a weird, strange child in the eyes of others.

On the day they received An Zhichen, An Ning and Jiang Xia did not go out, but cleaned up An Zhichen's room at home.

Fortunately, the weather in June is neither cold nor hot, and another spare room can be inhabited by simply cleaning up.

Sweeping, burning kang, drying quilts.

After sorting it out, the afternoon passed.

In the evening, Jiangxia cooks, scrambled cucumbers with eggs, and beef brisket soup with tomatoes.

Two dishes, enough for three people.

When the three of them sat down, An Zhichen didn't move the chopsticks, just looked at the dishes on the plate in a daze.

"Xiao Chen? What to think, eat. ”

"Auntie, cucumbers and eggs are next to each other, I don't like them next to each other."

An Ning was not in a hurry, and asked calmly: "Why can't we be next to each other?" ”

"I like that my food doesn't conflict and I don't like it when they mix together."

It's true, but it's not too much of a problem.

"Wait."

An Ning stood up, beat a new egg, re-fried it, took another fresh cucumber, cut it into slices, rearranged it, did not scramble it together, and put it on An Zhichen's plate.

"Thank you, Auntie, I'll eat it all."

Ahn Zhichen did it.

As for the other serving of tomato brisket, An Zhichen drank the soup and ate a few pieces of beef.

An Ning asked why this could be eaten.

An Zhichen told that they were all melted together, and they couldn't be seen in the soup, so it was okay.

Therefore, what is seen does not like to be confused, and what is not seen can.

That night, An Zhichen sat in a chair and read a book until late.

"Xiao Chen, wash your face and brush your teeth."

"Auntie, ten minutes."

"Bump", An Ning pushed the door in, stood at the door, and stuck his waist.

"No, that's what you said ten minutes ago, according to the thickness of this book, you are destined to finish reading it tonight, go brush your teeth and wash your face."

"Auntie—"

"If you don't go, the book will be confiscated."

An Zhichen sighed unhappily, closed the book, placed it in the upper right corner of the table, put on his slippers, and reluctantly went out to wash.

"Auntie, you say confiscate my books every time."

"Does it work?"

An Zhichen's bun wrinkled and nodded.

"That's fine! Hurry up, I tell you, in my house you have to listen to me, you know? ”

The oppressed An Zhichen began to doubt whether his choice to find his aunt was right?

"I knew I wouldn't be looking for my aunt."

"You didn't come to me, now you have been pulled back by your mother."

"yes."

After An Zhichen washed, he climbed on the kang, and the quilt cover was in order, and the people were lying in order.

Seriously, An Ning felt that dead people were not as honest as An Zhichen.

"Good night."

"Good night, Auntie."

"Are you sure you don't need me with you?"

"Auntie, I'm a high school student."

An Ning smiled, a nine-year-old high school student.

"Okay, good night."

An Ning turned off the light, closed the door and returned to the room opposite the door.

Inside the house, Jiang Xia was washing his feet, looking at the peace of smiling and planning something.

"It seems that An Zhichen's life will be very interesting."

"Shhhh

(End of chapter)