Host, You're Targeted

"There is only one bedroom and one bed in my family. There is no bed in the other room, so please make do with me. You will become a cat anyway."

"I'm lazy, so I installed a small bathroom in my room. There's also a bathroom outside. You can find clothes to take a bath."

"I don't have any special personal habits, just clean and tidy, so you don't have to be too restrained."

"The air conditioner in the room is on, and it will be hot soon."

"What are you looking at me for? Do I look so good? "

Yan Xiunian is frying eggs with a pan. When he raises his eyes, he finds Cheng Hui still sitting on his sofa, holding a pillow and hurls a ferocious gaze at him.

Just now, Yan Xiunian almost dragged Cheng Hui, who was motionless and pretending to be dead, into the room in the shock of his aunt's eyes.

Young Master Cheng, who has never lost this kind of face, lies on the sofa and buries his face in the pillow for a long time. Then he sits up, hugs the pillow and stares at him.

Yan Xiunian has just finished the hot pot, and Cheng Hui's face is covered with hot pot flavor.

Before the Young Master Cheng Hui had time to question Yan Xiunian for setting up a teacher just now, he mentioned the hot pot.

"I'm waiting for you in the cold wind at your door! You're out there happily eating hot pot! Are you still a person? "

Therefore, Yan Xiunian, who was questioned about the species, simply went to cook dinner for Cheng Hui.

But Yan Xiunian didn't expect that he would fry his eggs, heat the orange juice, and serve him with the world's delicious instant noodles with braised beef noodles. He would stare at himself like this.

"Come on! I'm cooking for you. Isn't it interesting to add eggs to braised beef noodles? "

Cheng Hui chuckles with a pillow and says, "how much is a hot pot meal for you? There must be a thousand! If you look at your so-called big meal, two yuan fifty-one package of instant noodles and sixty cents of eggs, the cup of orange juice in your hand is 10 yuan a big box, you pour a cup for me! It doesn't add up to more than 20 yuan! What do you mean? "

Yan Xiunian fried the eggs and put them out of the fire. He took out the instant noodles and put them in the bowl. He tore up the seasoning bag and other things, and finally poured out the soup in the pot.

As soon as the fried eggs were put, a bowl of three yuan and one dime meal was put on the table.

A ten dollar glass of orange juice poured out a dollar and put it on the table.

Cheng Hui sat down to wash his hands and complained bitterly, "I haven't had such a cheap meal since I was so old!"

Yan Xiunian went back to the Liuli platform to wash the pot without any emotion. He said, "it's the first time again. You should be happy. In fact, it's the first time I cook for someone. I won't charge you any money."

Cheng Hui took the chopsticks and poked it twice in the noodles. He poked the noodles with a smile and said to Yan Xiunian, "I thank you, Da Ye."

"You don't have to thank my uncle. I appreciate my thanks." Yan Xiunian replied.

Cheng Hui knows that playing tricks is not Yan Xiunian's opponent. He can only shut his mouth angrily, yield to the influence of instant noodles and start to talk.

While Cheng Hui is having a leisurely meal, Yan Xiunian goes back to his room for a bath and changes his clothes full of hot pot flavor.

After taking a bath, Yan Xiunian didn't rush to dry his hair, so he put a dry towel on his head and went to tidy up the closet.

He didn't have a lot of clothes, most of which were formal clothes and needed to be worn during the interview. A small number of casual clothes were all put into the room next door full of sundries.

When Cheng returns and drags the suitcase over, he sees Yan Xiunian sitting cross legged on the ground with a towel on his head, tidying up the clothes in the closet drawer.