At 11:30 noon, the dishes were brought out one after another by Ren Xianzhi. His face was stained with flour, and Zhou Zhixu burst out laughing when he saw it from a distance.
Ren Xianzhi: "..."
Who is he working so hard for? This girl is heartless.
Seeing that the dishes were all being brought out, Ren Xianzhi called out: "It's time to eat." The three people playing chess were very fast. In less than ten seconds, they ran to the dining table and sat down, for fear of being scolded for this.
Ren Xianzhi couldn't complain, but God knows, he actually learned to dice radish and shred potatoes on New Year's Eve.
Zhou Zheng'an came out last with Shen Li. Shen Li had a smile on his face and talked happily with Zhou Zheng'an. It seemed that he had completely won over his mother-in-law with just one meal.
The seven of them sat down at the dinner table and started using their chopsticks.
Zhou's mother and others were chatting lively. Jiang Nan turned to Zhou Zheng'an and whispered, "Which dish did you cook?"
Zhou Zheng'an didn't say anything. He put a piece of braised pork ribs into her bowl. He put a piece of braised prawns into his own bowl. Then he put down his chopsticks and picked them up carefully.
This process is very eye-catching. Zhou Zhengan's hands are very slender and beautiful, and he looks good in everything he does.
Jiang Nan stared at it for a while and then lowered her head to eat the braised pork ribs in her bowl. At this moment, she wanted to taste what he made by himself.
The braised pork ribs were very tasty, slightly spicy and sweet, not greasy. Jiang Nan gave Zhou Zhengan a thumbs up under the table that only he could see.
The next moment, Zhou Zhengan's shrimps were also cooked, and he put the shrimps into Jiang Nan's bowl, which meant that this was also made by me.
Jiang Nan quickly picked it up and put it in his mouth, with a very comfortable expression on his face.
Zhou Zhengan curled his lips slightly.
After the meal, Zhou Zhixu invited everyone to play mahjong. Normally, there are not enough people to gather, and everyone has to go to work and have insufficient time. But today, with people and time, everything is ready.
Zhou's father has a schedule and must take a nap, but he doesn't participate.
Jiang Nan doesn't know how to play mahjong, so she can't participate.
The remaining two ladies, Zhou Zhixu and Ren Xianzhi, naturally formed a table.
Zhou Zhengan is not very interested in this. It would be boring if he sat at the mahjong table all afternoon.
While rubbing the mahjong pieces in her hand, Zhou's mother greeted the couple: "You don't have to stay here, go upstairs and have a rest. It's just a day today."
Zhou Zhengan casually said "hmm" and said to Jiang Nan, "Let's go."
He took Jiang Nan upstairs towards his room.
To be honest, Jiang Nan was quite curious about what Zhou Zhengan's room was like. The last time she came here, she didn't go into his room because she had a bad conversation.
This time, it was Zhou Zhengan who brought her here.
Zhou Zheng'an's room was at the end of the corridor, which was the quietest place on the entire floor. He opened the door and let Jiang Nan go in first.
What came into view was a large bed covered with blue and white quilts, which was more than enough for the two of them to sleep in. Then at the innermost side of the room was a desk with many books on the desk shelves.
Everything in the house looks simple and clean, and it seems that someone has cleaned it frequently.
Jiang Nan: "Do you often come back to stay after work?"
Zhou Zhengan closed the door and leaned against the wall and replied to her: "It's not very often. I come back occasionally, but my aunt at home will change the quilt covers frequently."
"Can I look around?" Jiang Nan turned around and asked Zhou Zheng'an. She was really curious about the places where he once lived, which were once out of reach for her.
This is where Zhou Zhengan, who was in his teens or even his early twenties, lived.
Whenever Jiang Nan thinks of this, her heartbeat will speed up slightly.
Zhou Zhengan nodded.
She was his wife, of course.
Jiang Nan walked very slowly, her eyes scanning almost every place. Finally, she stopped in front of the desk. There was a photo frame on the table. The photo in the frame was of Zhou Zhengan wearing a blue and white school uniform.
Jiang Nan could tell at a glance that this was Zhou Zhengan in high school.
In the photo, he has a careless smile on his lips and his usual cold eyes. He is just standing casually, with loose white cuffs, and his long and powerful hands holding a basketball.
He looked at the camera, more like looking at the person in front of him through the camera.
Jiang Nan stared at the photo for a while, then raised his eyes to look at a Chinese book on the shelf.
She took it down and opened it to read. There were not many drawn places in the book and it seemed a bit empty. However, where the words were marked, the words were beautifully written and elegant.
If it were someone else's textbook, the Chinese language book would definitely be full of notes.
Jiang Nan couldn't help but curled his lips slightly when he thought of this.
"What are you laughing at? Do you think I'm not taking Chinese classes well?" Zhou Zheng'an's voice came over. He was still lazily leaning against the wall with his hands folded, but his eyes saw what book she was holding in her hand.
Jiang Nan said softly: "No, what I wanted to read most was your Chinese textbook."
Because she has heard others say that boys’ Chinese textbooks are the most interesting. Those who don’t study well in class will like to draw pictures and mark random figures in the textbooks, while those who study seriously will have densely written words in the textbooks that are crooked. Twisted.
Anyway, most of a person's character can be reflected in his Chinese textbooks.
So she was particularly curious about what Zhou Zhengan would do in her Chinese textbooks.
However, she flipped through it a few times and found that, except for a few notes, there was nothing different about his textbook.
Zhou Zhengan sneered: "What do you want to read most about my Chinese textbook? Why?"
Jiang Nan was startled. Only then did she realize that she had accidentally spoken out her innermost thoughts to Zhou Zhengan.
Jiang Nan's face was lowered, and Zhou Zhengan couldn't tell what was wrong. He only heard her whisper: "Because your Chinese scores are good, everyone will always want to see the notes of the top student."
"Really?" Zhou Zhengan obviously didn't really care about this topic. He didn't ask any more questions and didn't show any more curiosity.
He has indeed heard that teachers like to pass on the full-scoring essays of senior students as models to junior students.
Jiang Nan nodded.
"Are you sleepy?" Zhou Zhengan suddenly asked.
Jiang Nan said: "It's okay." Her eyes were full of innocence.
Zhou Zhengan nodded thoughtfully. He straightened up against the wall and said, "Then come to bed with me." I was sleepy.
Jiang Nan obviously had other things on her mind. She blushed and said hurriedly: "I'm sleepy."
It means that there is no energy to do other things. It is still daytime. The more Jiang Nan thinks about it, the more embarrassed she becomes. Their family is playing mahjong downstairs. How can they do such indescribable things upstairs?
Zhou Zhengan raised his eyebrows: "Are you suddenly sleepy again?"
"Yeah!" Jiang Nan nodded heavily.
Zhou Zhengan nodded in understanding and said seriously: "Then I will go to bed and sleep with you."
Jiang Nan: "..."
"Can't we not go to bed?" she said weakly.
"What do you want to do if you don't sleep? Go down and play mahjong?" Zhou Zhengan was really sleepy. After all, he had stayed up all night and was busy working before New Year's Day.
Now that the warm air is blowing and there is a clean and comfortable bed in front of me, it is normal to want to take a rest.
After a few seconds, he raised his eyes and said suddenly: "What do you think is that going to bed is not ordinary?"
Jiang Nan blinked, but before he spoke, Zhou Zhengan said again: "I'm talking about taking a serious nap."
He specially emphasized the word "serious".
"..." Jiang Nan's face turned red. She realized that she had thought wrongly and could not look directly at Zhou Zhengan.
"Oh!" Jiang Nan quickly climbed onto the bed and got into bed, with only half of his head exposed and his back to Zhou Zhengan. This movement took no more than five seconds.
