The criminals looked so similar to each other that fans asked me how many years I had been squatting

Chapter 134 Redemption
At half past eight in the evening, An Ning finally sat down at the dinner table.

Looking at the dishes on the table, An Ning felt unreal.

Is this done by Anze?

Is it true that someone else didn’t come in to cook the food halfway?
And every dish looks great.

What's the best way to do it?
The presentation is probably comparable to that of a five-star hotel.

This was the first time that An Ning realized that Anze's talent in setting things up was so high.

Really high.

He is probably still a talented player.

Are they based on the recipes from other five-star restaurants?
In fact, An Ning didn't have much opinion about the presentation. She just hoped that this pile of good-looking things would not be unpalatable to eat.

As a result, when she moved her chopsticks, she found that it was surprisingly not bad?

Seeing the surprise in An Ning's eyes, Anze seemed to be inspired by something. He quickly picked up a pair of unused chopsticks and gave An Ning the pickled fish he had cooked. "Come on, come on, try this fish. Is it yummy?"

An Ning ate.

The taste is actually the same and not bad?

This was what shocked her the most.

"Is this your first time in the kitchen?" She picked up a chopstick of shredded potatoes and pork and put it in her bowl. "If it's true, your chances of finding a girlfriend will be much higher."

She said this and continued talking without caring about An Ze's opinion, "How many exes do you have?"

Anze's eyelids twitched when he heard her question that had no sense of proportion, and he defended himself feebly, "What you said makes it seem like I have been in many relationships... In fact, I have only been in a few relationships. Okay?"

His tone had a feeling of hatred for steel. An Ning pretended not to hear it and asked again, "How old are you now?"

Hearing An Ning's question, An Ze looked suspicious. He didn't know what she wanted to do when she suddenly switched to this topic. He only gave a safe answer, "I'm not a few years older than you."

Even if she got such an answer, it would not affect An Ning's next words at all, "Even if you are twenty-five years old, that's still a lot. On average, you will have a new girlfriend every few years. I have grown so old and haven't even talked about it yet." Passed."

She was very focused on cooking, and didn't look at the reaction of the other people at the dinner table, just talking to herself.

So An Ning didn't even notice Jiang Yu's reaction when she heard her say that she had never been in love.

Shocked and ecstatic.

If this is true, then maybe he is expected to be An Ning's first love?

The moment this idea came to Jiang Yu's mind, a blush appeared on his cheeks. Feeling the heat coming from his cheeks, he had no choice but to bury his head lower to reduce his sense of presence.

But even so, his abnormality was still noticed, and the person who noticed it was still peaceful.

An Ning looked at Jiang Yu who wanted to bury his head in the bowl, with confusion written all over his face, "Do you... like to lower your head when eating? Wouldn't it be uncomfortable?"

Jiang Yu, who had always felt that he had no sense of existence, was suddenly cueed and there was still a trace of confusion on his face. He opened his mouth and only said one sentence for a long time, "Ah... I'm used to it."

An Ning stared at him for a few seconds, said nothing, just nodded, "Ah, then you continue?"

"Okay, okay."

The meal ended on time at nine o'clock in the evening, and Jiang Yu took over the important task of washing the dishes. Originally, An Ning wanted to do it himself, but Jiang Yu moved too fast.

"You come next time."

Jiang Yu said this.

Hearing his words, An Ning raised her eyebrows and asked, "Will you come next time?"
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After eating and drinking and seeing off the two distinguished guests, An Ning took out her mobile phone and logged into Weibo, wanting to see how much money her advertising sharing plan had made for her during this period.

The result is not clear even if you look at it, and you will be shocked when you look at it.

Not a lot, really not a lot at all.

And this can be regarded as her after-sleep income.

She didn't need to do anything, just lay there every day and she would be paid.

Those black men would still rush to make money for her. Now that she was looking at the six-digit balance, she felt that those sunspots who fought for her every day were very cute.

Can it not be cute?
Those are all good babies who give her money.

As long as it can make money for her, it's a good baby.

It’s just that she can’t touch the money now and can’t withdraw it until next month.

But she is happy when she thinks that she can wake up every day and see the number getting bigger and bigger.

So the overly happy peace drifted away.

I ran to update Weibo in the middle of the night.

@安宁V: Thank you for your concern. I have been doing well recently. My food tastes good, my health is great, I sleep twelve hours a day, and I can eat eight bowls of rice at one meal.

The accompanying picture is an emoticon.

Dragon emoticons are very popular during this period.

The black and white panda is wearing a golden dragon robe and a golden crown on its head, and the text on this emoticon is: What crime am I guilty of?

After posting such a Weibo, she posted it.

Waiting for the navy to arrive at the scene... No, waiting for her money-making robot to arrive at the scene.

And the next second after she finished posting on Weibo, several new messages popped up on her WeChat. She ignored the message from Chu Lan asking if she had lost her mind. She also saw a person's profile picture.

It was a picture of a sunset in the desert. The man used it as his profile picture. He sent An Ning only one message, which was terrifyingly brief: The movie is scheduled to start shooting in three days.

There is only one sentence.

It was informing her.

There was no way she could refuse.

If she doesn't have time to participate in the recording of "Countdown to Survival" during this period, then she will lose more than she gains.

After all, "Countdown to Survival" gives more than Wang Peng.

If she had to choose between them, of course she would choose the former.

She wouldn't give up watermelon for sesame.

And...not to mention, the recording of "Countdown to Survival" was terrifyingly simple for her.

There is a feeling that you can get money just by playing.

So An Ning replied to him

Poor Female Cockroach: I hope you are not filming in a closed setting, otherwise I may refuse your invitation.

Her reply fell flat, and she received no response at all.

But An Ning didn't care at all. She just switched to another software and planned to have some fun. As a result, just when she clicked on the short video software, her phone received another message.

There was no note, it was a completely unfamiliar phone number.

The message itself was also very brief, only telling the most critical information.

Unknown number 136xxxx6648:

Tomorrow at 12 noon, the abandoned factory building in Moon Bay will settle the grudges.

An Ning didn't know what grudge she had with this idiot, so she just dismissed it as spam and deleted it immediately.

But just after she deleted this message, her phone suddenly received a second message
Unknown number 136xxxx6648:

Wang Dahu is also there.

What does Wang Dahu have to do with her?
Doesn't this person think that Wang Dahu has a good relationship with her?
What gave them the illusion?