Chu Li cooked the porridge and first served a large bowl of unsalted porridge to Er Gou, then added a little salt to the pot. The minced meat and vegetable porridge was very fragrant, and soon the smell of rice mixed with minced meat floated out of the kitchen...

When Chu Li came out with the pot, the man was huddled in the corner of the sofa, holding the photocopy for proofreading, reading it very seriously. The Crayon Shin-chan pajamas he was wearing were obviously too short, revealing a large part of his pale ankles. Er Gouzi was sleeping with his head resting on his thighs, and he didn't know if he had fainted from hunger. When he heard the footsteps, his ears moved, he opened his eyes, shook his head, got up, and looked at Chu Li eagerly.

Chu Li put down the porridge pot on the dining table and said, "Teacher Chu Chuan, I found that your pajamas don't fit you very well."

The man curled up in the corner of the sofa and did not move. He slowly turned the page of the proofreading book in his hand without looking up. His voice was mysteriously confident and steady: "Is it not good-looking?"

Chu Li was silent for a moment: "You look pretty, but I heard you're almost thirty."

The man finally raised his eyes from the edge of the notebook and stared at Chu Li sharply, speaking each word: "I just turned twenty-seven the month before last."

Chu Li: "But this is Crayon Shin-chan, you just turned 17 the month before last, so it's not appropriate."

Zhuo Chuan continued to stare at Chu Li without making a sound: "My niece bought it for me. She likes it."

Your niece is a famous pot-carrying hero? I've heard a lot about her.

Chu Li: “Oh.”

Zhuo Chuan: "Her taste is quite problematic, just like when she liked that artist who was not even worthy of washing my feet and insisted on buying her collection of paintings, she even insisted on asking me to help her snatch something in the middle of the night..."

The man showed the typical forgetful expression of an elderly person.

Chuli: "Special gift."

Zhuo Chuan said in an old man's tone: "Yes, this is it, limited to the first fifty. Tsk tsk, I don't know what the hell it is, it's of low taste."

Chu Li: "...I just wanted to say that I have given this pajamas to my friends before, and I also loved it. Teacher, I am not happy when you say that."

When Mr. L had his birthday, I didn’t know what to give him, so I just bought him a pair of Crayon Shin-chan pajamas to tease him… The address of the delivery was a vague collection point, which was very mysterious. Chu Li even laughed at it at the time.

When Chu Li was lost in her memories, she didn't notice that the man sitting on the sofa quietly raised the proofreading book in his hand to cover her face. When his voice rang again, it was steady without a trace of flaw: "Friend? Boyfriend?"

Chu Li: “…Internet friends.”

The man laughed strangely after proofreading the manuscript: "What era are we in? Online dating."

Chu Li: "..."

Chu Li was too lazy to talk to him seriously anymore, so he went to the kitchen, took out Er Gou's porridge and poured it into the dog food bowl, then washed his hands, took out two new bowls and spoons from the cupboard, rinsed them, and then walked to Zhu Chuan with the bowls and chopsticks and stood in front of him: "Teacher Zhu Chuan, eat."

Zhuochuan raised his head and looked at the short-haired girl standing in front of him holding bowls, chopsticks and spoons... That magical feeling came again - there was a girl in her early twenties, half a head shorter than him, as thin as a washboard, as if she could fly like a kite with a gust of wind. She rolled up her sleeves, her fingertips slightly wet, holding two pairs of bowls and spoons, standing in front of him, wearing his slippers, and she said to him: Eat.

Life.

Zhuchuan sighed: "Wonderful."

First Li: “????”

Zhuo Chuan stood up, stood on the sofa, bent over and stared at Chu Li for a while, then put the photocopy that Chu Li had been carrying around like a treasure for many days under his arm, jumped off the sofa, walked straight past Chu Li who was standing there in a daze with her bowl and chopsticks, walked to the dining table and sat down, twisted his head and said, "What are you staring at? Aren't you hungry?"

Chu Li followed him to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down. Zhuo Chuan took the spoon and scooped a spoonful of porridge into each bowl. He pushed one of the bowls to Chu Li and took the other bowl himself. Up to this point, everything was normal. Chu Li whispered thank you and touched his hungry stomach, thinking that he could finally have a mouthful of hot porridge after working all night. However, just after he finished a mouthful, he heard the crisp sound of a spoon being put into a bowl beside him.

"Hello."

"I have a name."

"Banana Man."

"?" Chu Li looked up in confusion, "What?"

"The ornament you put on the desk suits your image very well," said Zhuchuan expressionlessly.

First Li: “……………………”

I lifted up my skirt and laughed and yelled "eat my big dick" for you to see?

Chu Li looked absent-minded. Zhu Chuan dragged the thick copy on the table and tapped it with his fingers: "I have read it all. It has been proofread very well. Although there are so many proofreading marks that it is a bit shocking and scared me——"

"ah?"

Did it scare you? ... Blame me. Then you should not make so many spelling mistakes, the king of spelling mistakes. The printer is only responsible for printing and does not have such advanced functions as printing your correct words wrong!

"Especially here," the man turned the photocopy to 75% of the page. Chu Li looked up and saw the two huge crosses she had made with a red pen on the entire chapter "The Fourth Divine Beast Has a Son." Her eyelids twitched, and before she could even say anything, she heard Zhao Chuan say indifferently, "The pen was so strong that it penetrated the back of the paper. Here, it was simply scratched... I have never seen such emotional proofreading marks."

Chu Li: "..."

Well, you see it now.

Zhuochuan picked up the photocopy with his slender fingertips: "Why, do you think I wrote this chapter badly and it makes you angry?"

No, I think the person who wrote this chapter is terrible and it made me angry.

Chu Li thought for a moment and said, "You want to know?"

Zhuchuan propped his chin with one hand, narrowed his eyes and smiled like a fox, "I do."

Chu Li cleared his throat, put down the spoon, straightened his back, sat upright and tried to look professional and convincing: "Let me put it this way, Mr. Zhuchuan, pay attention, the next words are for Mr. Zhuchuan - I confess to you as a former fan and reader of yours, I actually think this chapter is very interesting, creative and impressive, especially when I saw that the eighth brother was scared by the son of the fourth brother who looks exactly like him and turned around and did a triple somersault. I even laughed out loud... If you don't believe this, you can ask Lao Miao."

Zhaochuan raised his eyebrows.

Chu Li took a deep breath and said, "The next words are for Mr. Zhao Chuan... Mr., as your fan, I am also a professional editor. When you agreed to give me the proofreading of this book, or even the position of editor-in-chief, I must be responsible for the content of this book. As an oriental fantasy novel for all ages, "The Divine Book of Luo River" will be officially sold in the book market in the future. It will enter bookstores and be placed in the most conspicuous best-selling bookshelf in bookstores. Everyone who passes by it may be attracted by it, pick it up, and read it - this includes men, women, the elderly, and children..."

Zhuchuan lowered his brows and said, "Go on."

Chu Li: "As an editor, I cannot destroy the greater potential of this book just because of my personal preference, or even the preference of some people. It should be open to everyone, right? Everyone is qualified to be its reader... I cannot allow something that may be unacceptable to other people to be added or inserted into it just because 'I like it'."

Chu Li: "For example, when Mr. Xia, the editor-in-chief of the Yuanyue Social Review, saw two wild beasts fall in love and kill each other and then give birth to a baby, his blood vessels burst."

Chu Li: "My salary will be deducted."

Chu Li: "You will be questioned."

Reaching out her hand, she gently closed the notebook on which she had drawn a shocking red cross. Chu Li smiled and said, "It's not good to lose all three of us."

Zhuchuan stared at Chuli seriously for a long time. Then the man raised his lips and squinted his eyes and smiled: "You are right. It makes sense."

Chu Li sighed inwardly, feeling that it was not easy for his mother to pass this test. He smiled foolishly at the man, and then he heard the man say indifferently: "Do you think I would say that?"

“…”

Chu Li's smile froze on her lips, and Zhu Chuan also stopped smiling. "Listen to your nonsense."

Chu Li lowered his head awkwardly and ate his porridge, saying stubbornly in a low voice: "There is no trust between people anymore..."

"From the first day we met, you have always used this kind of coercion, inducement, and sweet words to paint a big pie for me. I didn't fall for it the first time, and I won't be fooled now. If you want to know why, go look in the mirror and you will know how bad your acting is. Are you acting against me? Humph." The man threw the photocopy aside mercilessly.

Chu Li: "..."

I'm sorry that this poor acting hurts your eyes.

After all, you are the gentle and graceful Gongzi Chuan, the versatile Xiaoying in the literary world, the number one actor, and even the Oscars owe you a little golden man——

You ordinary people dare to be so presumptuous in front of you, and you deserve to die.

Chu Li lowered her head and drank the porridge seriously. She was drinking happily when she suddenly saw the man slowly picking up the spoon again. Then he suddenly stopped and said, "But I agree with the lousy cake you drew this time."

Chu Li was stunned.

"It turns out that you are more useful than that old Miao who only knows how to flatter everyone." As if he remembered something unpleasant, Zhao Chuan frowned... After a long time, he seemed to feel Chu Li's confused gaze on his face, so he relaxed his brows and knocked on Chu Li's bowl with his spoon, "What are you looking at? Eat your meal."

"oh."

“…”

"teacher."

“…”

"Were you complimenting me just now? Is that true?"

"It's an exaggeration to say that you are more useful than waste. Just be happy and eat."

“…”

…

Half an hour later.

After dinner, Chu Li said goodbye to Chu Chuan. When she left, the man was lying on the sofa petting the dog. Chu Li stood at the entrance. After confirming with the man on the sofa for the third time that he could wash the dishes, she began to put on her shoes at the entrance...

Chu Li was bending down to tie her bag, and she didn't know that the man lying on the sofa behind her had silently opened his phone and made an appointment with the housekeeper to wash the dishes tomorrow... His precious hands were used to create wealth and a future with infinite possibilities, not to wash dishes.

Zhuchuan closed his eyes. He felt sleepy after taking cold medicine and was just thinking about taking a nap after dinner...

At this moment.

Suddenly, he felt the coffee table next to the sofa vibrate. The man hummed, frowned, and turned over. He saw at a glance that the mobile phone with a lot of cartoon ornaments on it was placed on the table. The screen lit up because a text message was sent to it.

"..." Zhu Chuan sighed speechlessly, "Hello, your cell phone."

Chu Li, who had just put on her shoes, looked up in bewilderment. Seeing her forgetful and foolish look was offensive to him... He turned over, sat up, grabbed his phone, stomped to the entrance in his slippers, and shoved the phone into hers. When Chu Li looked down at the text message, the man said with a blank expression, "Your landlord said that the road in front of your house is being repaired, and the water and electricity will be cut off in half an hour."

Chu Li covered her phone with her hands and said, "How could you peek at someone's text messages?!"

"...it pops up and is displayed directly on the lock screen, and unfortunately, it is a basic skill for the writer to read quickly," the man said helplessly, "Do you have any awareness of protecting your privacy? Do you know how to set it so that text messages are not displayed? WeChat and QQ don't show the sender and content directly, do they?"

Chu Li: "..."

Chu Li: "Why do you start teaching people a lesson when we have a disagreement?"

Because you are mentally retarded. Zhuo Chuan crossed his arms, too lazy to say anything more to her. How could a young girl who had just graduated know what it meant to be "on guard against others"? He looked down at Chu Li stuffing the proofreading book into her cloth bag, thought for a moment and said, "There is a power outage at your house tonight, how are you going to proofread the rest of your stuff?"

"Go to the Internet cafe." Chu Li answered without thinking.

"Where are you going?" asked Zhuchuan.

"Internet cafe."

"Where are you going?" Zhuochuan emphasized his tone, which sounded like "Say it again if you're brave enough."

"Internet cafe! All night! Cheap! There will be no power outages and there are computers so we can contact you anytime to check the proofreading situation!" Chu Li heard that his tone was not right, and was afraid that the man would come up with something to bother her again. Without waiting for him to say anything, she waved her hand hastily, said "Goodbye, teacher", and ran away...

The only ones left were Zhuochuan and the big dog who were sleeping soundly on the sofa. They raised their heads drowsily when they heard the noise and stared at each other in wide eyes.

…

Chu Li hurriedly walked out of the courtyard gate, took out his cell phone and looked at it. On the screen, someone who would never speak on his own initiative actually sent a new message: [Zhu Chuan: Come back to me.]

Chu Li: "..."

Chu Li touched his face awkwardly, muttering: "Why can't the Q message be displayed directly on the screen? It's not a secret. Just be the President of the United States..."

[The navy hired by the monkey: ???]

【Zhouchuan: I’ll take you to a hotel.】

[The navy hired by the monkey: ???????????】

【Zhuchuan: Hotel or my home, you choose. 】

[The Monkey’s hired naval forces: Hello, this is an automatic reply. I’m not here right now. If you have anything to say, please leave a message after the beep. Beep——]

【Zhuchuan: You liar, it says "typing" next to your name. 】

[The navy hired by the monkey: …]