Chapter 430: We must contribute

After figuring it out, Nanzhi slept better that night.

When she opened her eyes, it was already daybreak, much later than her usual wake-up time.

There was no one around me and I could hear faint rustling sounds coming from outside the door.

Nanzhi changed her clothes and pushed the door open to go out.

Then I saw Nan Yi quietly pouring the braised meat from the food bag into the plate.

He moved very gently, even raising his heels high, for fear of waking his mother.

Xie Yu, who had just returned from buying breakfast with him, turned around and saw Nanzhi and was stunned.

Then a reminder:

"One by one, you..."

"Shh!"

Nan Yi was concentrating on arranging the braised pork buns on the plate without even raising his head. "Uncle Xie, please keep your voice down. My mother is still sleeping! I want her to sleep a little longer..."

Nanzhi's eyes were filled with smiles:

"all."

Nan Yi turned his head in surprise, and when he saw Nan Zhi, he subconsciously wanted to run over.

But after running two steps, he stopped again:

"Mom, you're awake. Did you sleep well last night? Go brush your teeth and wash your face, then come and have breakfast!"

Arrange the southern branches clearly.

Nanzhi looked at the distance between the two in confusion and gestured with his hands:

"What are you doing?"

Nan Yi raised his greasy hands: "Too dirty."

Nanzhi laughed:

"It's okay, mom will take you there..."

"I can!"

Nan Yi rushed into the kitchen and used detergent to better wash off the oil on his hands.

Nanzhi was surprised at Nanyi's understanding, but besides being surprised, she also felt a little disappointed.

Alas, is her little Yiyi going to fly out of her mother's arms so soon? With a mother's melancholy, she turned around and went into the bathroom, and found that her toothbrush had been squeezed with toothpaste, and even the water in the cup was just right, just two-thirds full.

The only ones active in the living room now are Xie Yu and Nan Yi, and no one else has gotten up.

Xie Yu is now consciously distancing himself from her and will definitely not do such a thing.

Then, there is only Yi Yi.

Nanzhi couldn't help but hold the toothbrush in her hand and observe it.

It was as if what was squeezed on it was not ordinary toothpaste, but toothpaste made of gold.

If you think about it carefully, such precious toothpaste doesn’t seem to be much different from gold?

By the way, where is her cell phone? How about taking a picture of it?

"Mom, why don't you brush your teeth?"

Nan Yi grew out from the edge of the door frame like a small mushroom, staring at Nan Zhi with its bright eyes.

Nanzhi was too embarrassed to tell her plan, so she cleared her throat:

"I was just about to brush it."

Under Nan Yi's gaze, Nanzhi had no choice but to put the toothbrush into her mouth regretfully.

Perhaps Nan Yi saw her regret, and after a while, he took the initiative to say: "Mom, I will squeeze toothpaste for you every day from now on!"

Nanzhi was really curious. After spitting out the toothpaste foam in her mouth, she asked, "Yiyi, what's wrong with you? Mom isn't sick, and nothing has happened to her. Why have you suddenly become so... uh, positive?"

This was the only description she could find.

Nan Yi said seriously, "Mom, nothing is wrong. I can be nice to her. I just want to be nice to her!"

Well, that's a pretty strong, irrefutable argument.

Nanzhi still felt something was strange.

After finishing brushing her teeth and washing her face, she asked the question again.

It was really difficult for Nan Yi to keep secrets from her.

Finally, he confessed the truth: "Mom was very sad last night when she mentioned my great grandfather. So I want to take better care of her."

Nanzhi was stunned.

Was her sadness yesterday so intense? Even Yi Yi could feel it? Nan Yi said again:

"And if mom wants revenge, I have to do my part, starting with the small things!"

Nanzhi was just moved, but then she fell into silent silence again.

...The so-called effort is to help her squeeze the toothpaste? "What revenge?"

A voice suddenly interrupted.

It was Qi Pei'er who had just woken up and was still groggy.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The bathroom that Nanzhi uses is the one next to the master bedroom. It is usually used by girls. People like Xie Yu rarely come here.

Fortunately, it was Qi Pei'er. Looking at her sleepy face and the fact that she couldn't even open her eyes, she probably didn't remember what Nanzhi said.

Nanzhi casually said, "Well, nothing much. We were just talking about the plot in the book."

Qi Pei'er's eyes are painted brightly:

"Novel? Where?"

Nanzhi replied: "The Count of Monte Cristo."

The light in Qi Pei'er's eyes went out in an instant.

Nanzhi asked her if she wanted to see it.

Qi Peier waved her hands repeatedly: "No, I fall asleep when reading this kind of novel."

He quickly found an excuse to slip away.

In fact, Nanzhi was not lying. In order to kill time during the filming, Nanzhi did stuff a few books into her bag, including "The Count of Monte Cristo", a story about revenge.

How is this not a kind of destiny?

After Meimei finished the breakfast that Nanyi bought, while changing clothes, Nanzhi avoided the live broadcast camera and called her father Fu Yunfeng——

"Dad, it's me. I want you to help me check on someone. His name is Zhou Bing. He used to work in Yongnian Building."

After making up your mind, the first step is to collect evidence.

Nanzhi read in his grandfather's diary that the reason why Wang De was able to successfully frame him was not only because his grandfather was soft-hearted and unwilling to defend himself, but there was another most important reason.

That is, when my grandfather was researching the recipe, he discussed it with Wang Yongnian and Wang De and listened to their suggestions.

As a result, this became part of what Wang De said, "The Wang family also contributed to your recipe", and he took some seemingly plausible paper communications left over from their communication as ironclad facts.

Later, my grandfather collected some rebuttal evidence and found several key witnesses.

The most powerful one among them is Zhou Bing, who once worked in Yongnian Building. Although he is not an apprentice of the Wang family, he is very talented and my grandfather has personally guided him several times.

My grandfather wrote in his diary that this man was kind-hearted and grateful, and he should not be the kind of person who was afraid of the Wang family and dared not tell the truth.

However, while working in Yongnian Building, Nanzhi checked the entire personnel information of Yongnian Building from the computer background and found that Zhou Bing was not on the list.

She felt a little sorry, but also thought it was normal.

After all, more than 20 years have passed, and anything could have happened.

Her only wish was that Zhou Bing would not have any accidents, but be safe and sound! Even if he was abroad and it was difficult to contact her, she would accept it...

"Zhou Bing?"

When Fu Yunfeng heard the name, he was surprised.

Nanzhi thought it couldn't be such a coincidence: "Dad, do you know him?"

"Of course I do, and you do too."

Fu Yunfeng said with a smile.

Nanzhi was even more surprised.

Fu Yunfeng then slowly revealed the answer: "Zhou Bing is the head chef of the old house, the old Zhou you have met before! He used to work in Yongnian Building!"