After dinner, Zhuchuan washed the pot and Chuli washed the dishes.

Zhuo Chuan picked up the pot and threw it into the sink: "Let's discuss something. How about who cooks and who washes the dishes from now on?"

Chu Li glanced at the man beside him who had long arms and legs and was so weak that he could barely lift a pot. The veins on the back of his hand were bulging and he was still shaking. "Why don't you say who will cook and who will eat?"

"You are eating, no problem." Zhuo Chuan turned on the tap, muttering, "I am a millionaire, and most editors have to kneel down to talk to me, but you eat my food, live in my house, and let me wash the pots - hey, look, this much detergent is not enough?"

Chu Li stretched her head to look at the large amount of detergent in the man's palm. The corner of her eye twitched, and she stretched out her hand to scrape away half of it from the man's palm: "You don't need that much, it's enough to wash all the pots and pans in your cupboard..."

The man lowered his head, looking at the half of the detergent left in his palm after it was divided, and the sticky transparent liquid dripped down the side of his hand——

And in the palm of his hand, the numbing and tingling feeling caused by the friction between the two hands just now still remained there.

Her eyes couldn't help but fall on the hand of the person next to her. She was holding a steel ball. Her fingertips were round, her nails were neatly trimmed and painted with transparent nail polish, and under each nail there was a cute little crescent, symbolizing health... At this moment, the steel wire of the steel ball was slightly sunken into her skin because of her force in washing the dishes.

Zhuchuan: “…”

Can you get stuck in this?

How tender must this hand be?

Before the man could react, he had already reached out and snatched the steel ball from the little girl's hand. Chu Li raised her head and looked at him in confusion. The next second, the man threw the sponge in his hand to her: "Use this, the steel ball is for washing pots. Do you know how to wash dishes?"

"………………You are the only one who has so many things to do. It doesn't matter what you use to wash."

Chu Li picked up the sponge and rubbed the bowl with it, with a black face greeting her... At the same time, the man next to her, who was a head taller than her and as tall as a mountain, also picked up the steel wool and silently washed the pot.

"Oh, teacher, I suddenly remembered something," Chu Li said, "I haven't thanked you for Jiang Yucheng yet?"

"What?"

The man's sixth sense told Chuan that someone was trying to stir up trouble again. He remained calm on the surface and continued to wash the pot, but his ears stood up like Er Gouzi's -

"If you hadn't reminded me about the front matter and that I could sign his book to get through this difficult time, I would probably still be the biggest joke in Yuanyue Society."

Chu Li stood on tiptoe, trying to put the bowl in the sterilizer. After two tries, she couldn't reach it. A big hand behind her naturally took the bowl and put it in the sterilizer...

"Didn't I warn you?" The man's steady voice rang out from behind her ear. "Am I sick? I finally have a weekend off to escape from the screams of you editors. I want to go to the hot springs next door to relax. Why would I encourage you to take the high-speed train all the way here to be a bother in front of me?"

“…”

Chu Li turned around and looked at Zhu Chuan, who looked back at her calmly.

That handsome and calm face looks like it says: How naive are you to fight me?

First Li: “…………”

Chu Li: "Teacher, do you know 'The Disappearing Mr. L'?"

Zhuochuan raised his eyebrows: "Who?"

Chu Li: "It's the one who once wrote a caption for Empress Xu, and his writing skills are about the same as yours."

Zhuchuan lowered his eyebrows: "Him."

Zhuo Chuan washed the pot, put it in the cupboard, wiped his hands, turned around and walked out, grabbing the leash of Er Gouzi hanging at the kitchen door and preparing to take the dog for a walk... Chu Li simply threw away the half-washed bowl and followed him step by step, staring at the man: "This time he wrote a sequel for Suo Heng. I posted it on the official Weibo. A reader sent me a private message asking if you were the one who wrote the sequel for Suo Heng. The reader has been your old fan for many years, and she said she would definitely not make a mistake..."

"Would a long-time fan think that I'm so full of myself that I'd write a sequel for an 18th-tier author who didn't even get paid a dime?" Zhechuan put the leash on Er Gouzi and stood up. "Where did the black fan come from? I'll expel him from the fan club."

"……………………Why do you have a collection of paintings by Lady Yu at home?"

"My niece's."

Zhuochuan led Ergouzi out of the house.

Chu Li hurriedly took off her slippers and changed into flip-flops to catch up -

“………………Your pajamas are the same as the ones I gave to Mr. L!”

"My niece gave it to me. What's wrong with this pair of pajamas? Taobao sells over 7,000 a month, and there are tens of thousands of the same style. And, how can you give someone pajamas as a gift? From what you said, Mr. L is a man. In the animal world, there is an unwritten rule that giving pajamas as a gift is a request for mating, you know?"

“…”

"Banana, have you worked too much overtime tonight and are you so tired that you've turned into a melon peel? Why are you talking so many crazy and incoherent words..."

When they reached the gate of the yard, the man turned around and looked at the little girl who was following him closely. His face was full of helplessness and he looked innocent and puzzled: "What do you want to say?"

At first glance, he looks like he is really innocent.

Chu Li also became confused. She hesitated for a moment, and finally asked the question that she had been holding back for a whole day and night: "Teacher, is Mr. L you?"

After asking this question, there was another familiar silence - Chu Li raised her head and stared at Zhu Chuan nervously, not even daring to blink, as if she was afraid of missing every change of emotion in his eyes every minute and every second...

She looked into those brown eyes. The evening breeze blew, bringing with it the smell of fallen leaves mixed with soil... In her ears, the sound of Ergou's breathing became the only sound at this moment.

She saw Zhuchuan's eyes flickering and his eyes softening.

He raised his hand, patted her head, ruffled her hair——

"That's all. I don't take it seriously." The man's voice sounded so nonchalant. "I don't know the person you're talking about. You've got the wrong person."

The man thrust the traction rope into the hands of the dazed little girl in front of him, as if he hadn't noticed the complex look on her face, which was a little disappointing, a little lucky, a little relieved, in short, a little bit complicated...

The man took two steps outside.

Suddenly, he heard the clacking sound of flip-flops trotting behind him. The person who was originally behind him caught up with his dog and walked up to him and walked side by side with him...

She lowered her head, and under the streetlight, when he looked down at her, he could see that the tips of her ears were cutely turning slightly red;

The fingertips holding the dog leash were rubbing against the leash intentionally or unintentionally, and the fingertips turned slightly white due to the force. When they were released, the blood rushed up and quickly dyed them red...

Chu Chuan cleared his throat and forced himself to look away... Chu Li raised his head blankly and looked at the man who suddenly cleared his throat, staring at him silently, as if asking: What's wrong again?

Zhuochuan found that he quite liked her confused look, dumb and silly, completely different from the sharp-tongued fighter look she had when she was arguing with Lao Miao and Niangniang.

——It was like a warrior who had taken off his armor, furry and very cute.

"...Why?" With a gentle look in his eyes and a smile on his lips, the man looked into the pair of black eyes reflecting the moonlight and asked, "Is Mr. L very important to you? Do you really wish he was me?"

"No." Chu Li lowered his head again, staring at his toes and said in a mosquito-like voice, "It's better not to be. If it's true, I don't know what to do..."

The last sound was almost blown away in the night wind.

The man laughed, and the laughter seemed to come from his vibrating chest, deep and magnetic. "What's the good of not knowing what to do? Who is he to you? How can he be more important to an editor than me, a popular author? Why are you so entangled?"

“…”

"Forget about him and stop worrying about it."

“…”

"Did you hear that?"

"……oh."

"Look up, you're walking the dog, pay attention... The dog has been led into a pit by you, it's okay if you fall, but the dog still needs a bath - it's 120 yuan for one time, even someone as worth tens of millions as yours can't afford to waste money like that!"

“…”

"You really don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are!"

"……………………"