Early in the morning, the sky is clear and the sun shines brightly, making it a perfect day for oxen and horses to work.

Chu Fang stretched, feeling quite satisfied.

I opened the refrigerator and saw that it was packed full, which clearly showed that Ms. Zhong had gone grocery shopping yesterday.

Chu Fang thought for a moment and muttered to himself, "I'll make steamed buns with vegetables this morning."

The so-called "luomo roll with vegetables" is a dish he learned from Gao Ruoyun, a traditional Central Plains delicacy that doesn't require leavening or kneading dough.

The method is very simple: just mix flour and water, add various vegetables, potatoes, eggs, and peppers, and then pan-fry them.

Chu Fang used to think that northern cuisine had no merits, just like in short videos, that there was nothing but noodles.

But after getting to know him, he realized... ...it really was true!

All sorts of delicious foods are conceived around flour.

However, it must be said that the delicacies made from various flours have a unique flavor.

Next, he cooked a few simple dishes.

Turning around, I saw my sister-in-law was already up, her eyes still sleepy: "Brother-in-law~~~"

"What's wrong?" Chu Fang asked.

"Why do people have to go to school?" The sister-in-law asked, rinsing her mouth with her eyes closed.

Today is the first day of school, and Zhong Rou is extremely unwilling. At this moment, her mood is even more desolate than when she went to a grave.

“There’s no why, it’s just a path everyone has to take,” he replied softly.

"Tsk." Zhong Rou smacked her lips.

Chu Fang patted his sister-in-law on the back of the head, then went into the bedroom and called out, "Ms. Zhong, get up."

Zhong Tingyue's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, her brows furrowed, and a hint of morning grumpiness appeared: "I can't get up."

"Who told you to go to bed so late last night?"

Like most young people, Zhong Tingyue enjoys staying up late. Sometimes she has all-nighter competitions with Chu Fang, and she always wins.

Even so, the woman's complexion remained gentle, and her skin was as white as snow.

"I don't want to stay up late either," Zhong Tingyue said lazily as she got dressed. "But the thought of having to work again as soon as I open my eyes after sleeping makes me not want to sleep."

After getting dressed, she tossed her messy hair, and it instantly became silky smooth, without any trace of its previous disheveled state, making her look radiant and refreshed.

Good morning, Mr. Chu.

"not good."

"That's a real shame, I was perfectly fine this morning."

“... ..."

That woman must have something seriously wrong with her head.

Leaving the bedroom, Zhong Tingyue picked up the tabby cat that was crouching on the ground.

Meow~~~

The tabby cat's pupils glowed green as it tilted its head and looked at Zhong Tingyue, appearing cute and obedient.

"Dead cat," Chu Fang said angrily.

"Why did you curse Lily?" Zhong Tingyue asked.

"It took my spot."

Zhong Tingyue looked down and saw a tabby cat lying on her chest, its ears close to her heart, its eyes innocent, and its posture as green as a tea leaf.

There's green tea in the human world, and there's green tea in the cat world too.

Seeing that the tabby cat remained unmoved and instead put on an innocent look, Chu Fang grabbed the tabby cat by the back of its head, revealing its fangs, which gleamed coldly.

"Meow!"

Then came another fierce battle between Li Lin and her cat, which ended with neither side winning.

"You can't even beat a cat, brother-in-law, you're such a loser," his sister-in-law complained.

"Here's a hundred, get that cat."

"no problem."

After finishing breakfast, Zhong Rou, exuding an air of old age, headed towards school, each step feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds, her desolation and sorrow palpable.

Chu Fang also went to the studio with Zhong Tingyue.

Upon arriving at the studio, he slacked off as usual, and around noon, he went downstairs for a stroll to stretch his muscles.

"Um?"

Chu Fang sat in a teahouse, looking to his right, and raised an eyebrow.

He saw someone he knew.

Not far to the right, Chen Wan'er, Chu Fang's tenant, was being pulled by the arm by a young man with dyed yellow hair. The latter seemed to be saying something, speaking very quickly, while the former looked annoyed and unwilling.

Chen Wan'er opened her mouth: "Miao Yu, please leave, or I will report you to the police for harassing me."

The surrounding crowd turned to look at the two of them. The young man, Miao Yu, turned around and glanced at the crowd, angrily saying, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen an argument before?"

Seemingly realizing the inappropriateness of the situation, the young man Miao Yu left, leaving behind the words, "Wan'er, I will not give up."

Seeing Miao Yu leave, Chen Wan'er breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, she saw Chu Fang looking at her. After hesitating for a second, she walked up to Chu Fang and said:

"Landlord".

"Hello," Chu Fang replied.

"Um... that's my friend. He couldn't control his emotions, please forgive him."

“There’s no need to say all that.” He shook his head.

His relationship with Chen Wan'er was simply that of landlord and tenant; he didn't care about what happened between Chen Wan'er and that young man.

Chu Fang stood up and left the teahouse. Chen Wan'er walked alongside him and asked, "I didn't see Mr. Landlord and Sister Zhong during the National Day holiday."

“We’re going back to our hometown, um… …” Chu Fang thought for a moment, “and we’re getting engaged.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Wan'er was not too surprised.

In her daily life, she had witnessed the interactions between Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue, so it was only natural that they had reached this point.

"Bless the landlord." Chen Wan'er smiled, pursing her lips.

"Thanks."

As the two walked out of the teahouse, a figure suddenly appeared from their right side. Upon closer inspection, it was Miao Yu, the young man from before, who was looking furious.

"Oh, so that's why you wanted to break up with me. Turns out you've found someone else, a gigolo at that. I never thought you'd like gigolos. Chen Wan'er, I misjudged you!"

Chu Fang stroked his chin, as if he knew what kind of relationship the two had.

Chen Wan'er frowned: "Miao Yu, why haven't you left yet? Watch your mouth, this is my landlord."

"Oh." Upon hearing this, Miao Yu nodded. "So you've hooked up with a rich guy, that's why you're ignoring me and forcing me to break up."

Then he turned to Chu Fang and said, "Chen Wan'er is a slut. You like even someone like that? Looks like you're a good-for-nothing too."

"Miao Yu!" Chen Wan'er's voice rose eight octaves. "We've broken up. We've had no relationship since graduation. Please leave now, or I'll call the police immediately."

Police officers were on duty not far ahead, so Miao Yu had no choice but to leave. But before leaving, he took a deep look at Chu Fang, as if he wanted to etch him into his heart.

"I will not give up."

After Miao Yu disappeared, Chen Wan'er said, "Landlord, I'm sorry for the trouble."

"It's nothing," Chu Fang shook his head.

He was somewhat surprised, not expecting that the two were actually boyfriend and girlfriend.

In Chu Fang's memory, Chen Wan'er was a gentle, well-educated, and knowledgeable woman. He never expected her to date that kind of guy.

After thinking about it, it seems reasonable.

At a young and naive age, Huang Mao possessed unparalleled charm, and it wouldn't be surprising if he could win over any girl.

Everyone has a past they'd rather forget.

Seeing Chen Wan'er's hesitant expression, Chu Fang asked, "What's wrong?"

"Landlord, please be careful for the next few days."

Chu Fang tilted his head: "???"

“Miao Yu considers us to be a couple, but he has a volatile temper, and I’m afraid he might do something impulsive. Please be careful. Don’t worry, I will handle this as soon as possible and won’t cause you any trouble.”

He dismissed it: "Hey, it's nothing."

The two chatted for a few minutes before going their separate ways.

Chu Fang sighed: "How can you wear a wedding dress without experiencing a few scumbags? That's a damn classic line."

He returned to his studio and continued slacking off.

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