Chapter 19 Renca

◎Lady, can I light up the lamp for you?◎

Ji Nan bent down and took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them at her feet. They were gray and very long, obviously not suitable for women.

Zhong Jiajing stood at the door without moving, a little confused about whether she should step through the door. After all, there was no need to go through so much trouble just to get a cushion.

He rested his left hand on the door rail, his arm almost at the same height as her head.

The Magic City has almost completely entered the autumn season. Ji Nan is wearing a white sweater, and through the dim light, one can vaguely see the soft, curly fur on it.

Zhong Jiajing seemed to be in a daze, her long eyelashes curled into a beautiful arc, and her eyes were always fixed on his collarbone.

Ji Nan looked a little uneasy. He raised his hand and paused it in the air, blocking her view. "This pair is new, don't worry."

"Ah? Oh." Zhong Jiajing was awakened, and her consciousness finally broke away from the longest hair on his clothes.

Ji Nan's house was much bigger than hers, and there were three expensive, complex cat climbing frames scattered around in the living room. Only then did Zhong Jiajing understand why he hadn't moved completely.

Seeing her eyes wandering around the house, Ji Nan asked, "What did you see?"

Zhong Jiajing pointed at the various pet supplies in the room and said with a smile, "Your house is so well-equipped! It feels like I'm at a cat and dog cafe."

"Oh, but you took both the cat and the dog away, so you can barely be considered a human being." Ji Nan stood by the refrigerator, looked at her sideways and said expressionlessly.

Zhong Jiajing was horrified, "Don't do that, I don't masturbate."

Ji Nan pursed his lips and said, "Don't worry, I'm not planning on opening a coffee shop today."

"What do you mean?" She didn't understand.

Ji Nan brought a cup of reheated milk and placed it in front of her. "Because someone can't sleep at night and gets up to attack me. I'm still young, and I don't want to jump into the Yellow River to clear my name."

“…” People with a criminal record cannot defend themselves.

There are several small beds placed in the southeast direction of the living room. The largest one is obviously Duoduo's bed. There is also a photo on the small bedside table next to it. It is Tiantian's seven-inch photo of the so-called "family of three", exquisitely framed in a solid wood frame.

Ji Nan followed her gaze and was stunned for a moment before hesitantly speaking, "Last time, the photographer said we could each take a picture. This one belongs to Duoduo. It likes you very much."

So the photo has a reason to be here.

He was silent for a moment, then casually asked, "Where's yours?"

"It's been kept in the bottom of the box," Zhong Jiajing shrugged. "After all, we're not a couple. Wouldn't it be too weird to show it off?"

Ji Nan glanced at his closed door and muttered thoughtfully, "Yeah, that's true."

When Zhong Jiajing was about to leave with her cushion, Ji Nan asked to go with her, saying that he wanted to take one last look at the children before leaving tomorrow. Zhong Jiajing thought it was completely understandable.

When he found a parking space and parked the car, Ji Nan stared at a restaurant across the street and suddenly asked, "How do you usually eat?"

"Sometimes I eat in the company cafeteria, and sometimes I come home to cook something simple, but my cooking skills are not very good." Zhong Jiajing was honest and frank. She turned around and asked him, "I just saw that your kitchen utensils are very complete. You must be a very good cook, right?"

Ji Nan turned his head to look at her, "Except for cooking something for the cats and dogs every day, I hardly ever go into the kitchen."

Zhong Jiajing opened her eyes wide and said in disbelief, "But you look really good in an apron in the store."

"Really?" Ji Nan said with a forced smile, "My mom said I would look really good in my groom's attire."

This time, Zhong Jiajing has completely understood the new method of urging marriage.

She couldn't help but giggle for half a minute.

Ji Nan watched her laugh the whole time with an expressionless face, then silently complained, "You have a really good sense of humour. If I didn't lift my feet while walking, I would have tripped over you."

Zhong Jiajing always felt that he was telling inexplicable jokes in a particularly sarcastic tone. Of course, if she was not the target, she would definitely laugh the loudest.

Unfortunately, he always used her as a target. She just wanted to turn into a pea shooter one day and shoot him.

After opening the door, it is really hard not to sink into the joy of a nest of little babies rushing towards you, and all the resentment accumulated in the company can disappear in an instant.

Zhong Jiajing favored all the little darlings one by one like an old emperor, but soon someone usurped the throne and pulled her off the throne.

When the little ones saw Ji Nan behind her, even the incredibly lazy Dongdong would run to his legs and lick his legs like a dog, wagging his tail wildly.

Zhong Jiajing was extremely jealous, but she could do nothing about it. "Okay, okay, okay, let's just reunite for one more day."

As she spoke, she took off her outer cardigan and walked to the open kitchen by the door. "Would you please have dinner with me today?"

Ji Nan placed his cushion under the cat's nose and sniffed it. "Okay, but what do you need me to do?"

"It's better not to help. Undeserved people should not do decent work. You know, I only have this one home, and I don't want it to rest in the earth so easily." Zhong Jiajing imitated his expression and said with a half-smile.

Ji Nan didn't care, he just moved a chair and sat next to her to watch her.

Dongdong curled up on his thighs, and Duoduo and Hei Ya sat obediently on both sides of him like two guardian angels.

With eight eyes fixed on her, Zhong Jiajing felt extremely embarrassed. She couldn't even use the sharp kitchen knife to cut a small piece of chopped green onion.

"I say, do you really have to stare at me like this?" Her scalp felt numb.

Ji Nan said without any shame: "You can treat me as an apprentice with a strong thirst for knowledge."

"I'm sorry," Zhong Jiajing said with a forced smile, "I treat you like a scallion at best."

As she spoke, she chopped the scallion in half with a sharp knife.

Ji Nan's heart suddenly trembled, and his eyelids began to twitch wildly.

Zhong Jiajing smiled, washed her hands, ran to under the TV cabinet, pulled out an ugly green cross-eyed eye mask and put it on his head.

"For someone as stubborn as you, the organization has decided to take compulsory measures against you." After saying that, she pulled the blindfold that was pressing on his hair down to cover his eyes.

When a person with normal senses suddenly loses his vision, his sense of touch and smell become inexplicably sensitive.

In the pitch darkness, Ji Nan suddenly smelled the faint floral scent on her body and the burning temperature of her fingertips resting on his skin.

He sat there without moving or speaking, the only sound in his ears being the clatter of spatulas.

Time slowed down under the sense of nothingness. Ji Nan vaguely felt that Dongdong, who was nestled in his body, had fallen into a deep sleep, and the dogs also felt bored and dispersed spontaneously.

"Are your eyes the switch for your mouth?"

After the kitchen finally returned to silence, Ji Nan heard a clear female voice.

"Get ready, I'm going to take off the blindfold. Be careful not to be blinded by the light." Zhong Jiajing's hand stopped at his brow bone.

Ji Nan responded hoarsely, "Yeah."

After hearing the answer, Zhong Jiajing slowly opened her eyes.

She had turned off all the lights in the room, leaving only the lamp near the bedside dimly lit. This level of light wouldn't actually stimulate his eyes, which had regained their sight, but she still took this into consideration.

Zhong Jiajing leaned slightly to look him in the eye, her hand still on her hair through the blindfold.

The atmosphere, the movements, and the smile she hadn't had time to hide all seemed a little ambiguous.

Ji Nan stood straight, his dark pupils reflecting her image.

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time, until Dongdong on his knees stretched and disrupted the strange undercurrent between them.

Zhong Jiajing spoke unnaturally, "Ahem, um, it's time to eat."

"Okay, I'll go wash my hands." Ji Nan's ears turned red. He put the cat on the ground, stood up and walked to the sink behind her.

Zhong Jiajing wanted to roar, she squatted on the ground and covered her face with her hands, feeling extremely ashamed.

Who understands? She had just seen the living King of Hell, whose bewitching spell nearly took her soul away with it.

Ji Nan stood behind her and stared at her for a while, then asked, "Madam guest, can I turn on the light for you?"

Zhong Jiajing waved her hands behind his back, "Show it off, show it off. You've seen every embarrassing thing I've done in my life anyway."

"God is always fair." Ji Nan pressed the switch beside the door, and the room became bright again. "After all, God gave you a pretty good face, so it's understandable that he would find some ugliness in other parts of your body and impose it on you."

"If you want to praise me, just say it directly. There's no need to beat around the bush and then rush over to kill me." Zhong Jiajing muttered with a pout.

Ji Nan laughed, "You can only hear that I am praising you, but can't you think further and see that I am comforting you?"

"Oh, so you praised my beauty just to comfort me." Zhong Jiajing wanted to cry even more.

Ji Nan's mother tongue at this moment is speechless.

Zhong Jiajing's dinner was simple, she just cooked two bowls of wonton.

"Can you handle spicy food?" Zhong Jiajing asked uncertainly, staring at the red oil in the bowl.

She had a preconceived notion that northerners didn't like spicy food.

Ji Nan nodded. "Sure. When I first went abroad to study, I missed Chinese food so much that I went to the Chongqing hotpot restaurant near my home every Saturday for three consecutive months. My tolerance for spicy food has improved from mild to extra spicy."

Zhong Jiajing was completely relieved. She smiled and said, "That's great. Come and try it. How does it taste?"

Ji Nan obediently picked one up and put it into his mouth. After chewing it slowly, he opened his mouth under Zhong Jiajing's expectant eyes, "The chili oil tastes like chili oil, and the wonton tastes like wonton. It is indeed made by humans."

What kind of nonsense literature is this? Zhong Jiajing was a little dissatisfied. "Boss Ji, you really broke my heart this time."

It is easy to regret when your mouth is faster than your brain. Ji Nan's expression did not change. After pausing to think for a moment, he added another sentence.

"I have a friend from Guangdong who said that being able to preserve the original flavors of ingredients is the best compliment for a chef."

"And you, my best friend, you did it!"

Ji Nan didn't know how he could say such insincere praise to a bowl of wonton without salt, but if the maker was happy, there seemed to be no need to think about this problem.

After the meal, Ji Nan took the initiative to take her bowl and took it to the kitchen.

Zhong Jiajing didn't refuse him, but just watched the whole process according to his previous actions.

Zhong Jiajing asked: "Why don't you cover my eyes?"

"Hmph, there are so many people like you looking at me in the store every day, but not many who take the initiative to make requests like you do." Ji Nan put the dried dishes back in their place.

"Let's go take the dog for a walk," he said as he walked up to her.

Zhong Jiajing didn't have time to walk the dog during the day, so naturally she had to postpone the walk until after dinner.

She really should be walking the dog now, but she didn't say she was taking him.

Seeing her expression as if she was about to speak but hesitated, Ji Nan said, "Surely no one in this world would deprive a father of three of his only time to visit his family, right?"

Zhong Jiajing: “…”

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I'm having a meltdown lately, ahhhhhhh!