Chapter 332 The Virtuous Teacher Luo
She has always been a very easygoing person, and her house is often a mess.
The blankets in the room will appear on the sofa.
Books that have been read are simply tossed onto the carpet or on the balcony.
The green plants by the window are severely dehydrated due to neglect, and some of their leaves are turning yellow...
Such examples are numerous.
However, she doesn't like strangers coming to her home, so she doesn't hire housekeeping services much. She usually relies on a robot vacuum, mop, dishwasher, and washing machine for cleaning.
However, she found that in just half an hour, the living room had changed dramatically, with the blanket on the sofa neatly folded and placed to one side.
The books that had been carelessly thrown around have all been returned to the bookshelves.
The empty snack bags were thrown into the trash can and packed away.
Even the plants on the windowsill seemed to regain a bit of life after being watered...
She looked at the man calmly standing in the kitchen, wearing an apron and organizing the refrigerator. Putting aside his face, he had a great physique. She suddenly felt that her ten thousand yuan was well spent.
This isn't renting a boyfriend, it's clearly hiring a snail!
The benefits of living together became apparent, and much of the gloom in her heart dissipated.
After walking over a few steps, she exclaimed with delight, "Teacher Luo, you are very capable!"
"Don't you know whether you can do it or not?"
Quiet:"……"
Just as An Jing was wondering if this man was deliberately flirting with her, Leng Yanluo naturally changed the subject, casually picking up two buckets of instant noodles: "Do you usually eat this at home?"
Anjing paused for a moment, then felt a little guilty for some reason: "No, it's just that I'm busy with work. If I don't work hard to build my career, how can I afford to hire you as my boyfriend?"
Leng Yanluo didn't say anything more, and closed the refrigerator, saying, "Let's go to the supermarket to buy some more vegetables later, the refrigerator is too empty."
"No need, I almost never cook at home."
"Okay, I understand. I won't turn on the heat or start brewing."
Quiet:"……"
Seemingly noticing the silence, Leng Yanluo explained, "Uh, the 'pao' in 'instant noodles.' Eating this junk food all the time is bad for your stomach. From now on, when I'm home, I'll cook."
An Jing was taken aback: "Oh, you can cook?"
Leng Yanluo raised an eyebrow, as if to say that breakfast wasn't a meal?
Anjing realized what was happening and coughed lightly, "...Then breakfast is simple, I can make it too."
"What do you want to eat for lunch?" Leng Yanluo asked directly.
"Can we order anything?" An Jing's eyes lit up, and she immediately rattled off a list: "Sliced beef and tripe in chili sauce, stir-fried meatballs with vinegar, braised pork ribs, blanched bok choy, West Lake beef soup..."
Leng Yanluo rubbed his temples: "Wait, there are only two of us."
Quietly realizing her mistake, she smiled brightly and said, "Then Teacher Luo, just buy whatever you think is best. Make a few of what's listed on the packaging; I'm fine with whatever I want to eat."
...
The two drove to the nearest imported goods supermarket.
She had only taken a couple of steps inside when Anjing vaguely spotted someone by the wine shelf. She instinctively exclaimed, "Hey, is that Meng Ke?"
Leng Yanluo looked in the direction she indicated, his eyes narrowing slightly.
As if sensing the chill from behind, Meng Ke turned around with the red wine in his hand and immediately met Leng Yanluo's icy gaze.
Anjing raised her hand to greet him, but to her surprise, he acted as if he had seen a ghost. He didn't even want the red wine, threw it on the shelf, put on his hat, turned around and left, his hurried steps making it seem as if a ghost was chasing him.
Quiet:"?"
She was a little confused: "Why is he running?"
Leng Yanluo said calmly, "You probably did something while you were drunk yesterday that scared them."
"Ah..." Anjing said blankly, "I vaguely remember, he was the one who drove me back yesterday. Could it be that I threw up on him in the car?"
“It’s hard to say,” Leng Yanluo said, walking over to the shelf next to him and taking a few bottles of water. “But the look of disgust on his face when he brought you back yesterday made me angry. You can just buy new clothes if they get dirty. It’s not worth your time to be so petty.”
Anjing asked doubtfully, "Really? Then do I have to pay for the clothes?"
Leng Yanluo turned around and stared at her coldly: "And then what? After you pay for the clothes, are you going to rent him to be your boyfriend?"
Anjing scoffed, "Teacher Luo, what's wrong with you? You're making a mountain out of a molehill. It's like you're jealous because you have a crush on me."
Leng Yanluo paused for a moment, then said calmly, "As your boyfriend, being jealous is one of the essential skills."
Quiet:"……"
When it comes to dedication to acting, she is no match for Teacher Luo.
The two of them browsed most of the supermarket and ended up buying a whole cart full of stuff. They chatted as they walked toward the checkout.
Before they even got there, a man dressed in tattered clothes charged straight at them.
Two security guards chased after him, shouting, "You took the stuff and didn't pay! Stop right there!"
The man, dressed in tattered clothes, appeared to be holding two bottles of liquor. In an attempt to stop the security guard behind him, he forcefully pushed against the shelf of a nearby promotional display.
The change happened in an instant.
Leng Yanluo's pupils contracted, and without thinking, he pulled An Jing, who hadn't yet reacted, into his arms.
"Splash—"
Goods on the shelves were scattered all over the floor.
Anjing was completely enveloped in a dry, broad embrace, unable to see the outside scene, only able to feel the warm breath coming from above her head.
It gives me a sense of peace for no reason.
The raggedly dressed man was pinned down by two security guards who rushed over from the side. A worker in overalls turned around and asked in a panic, "Sir and Madam, are you alright?"
Leng Yanluo released An Jing, his voice clear yet hoarse: "It's nothing."
The staff continued to apologize: "We are so sorry, this is our supermarket's negligence. To express our apology, we will give you a 50% discount on the items you bought today, is that alright?"
Leng Yanluo nodded, acknowledging his agreement: "Let's settle the bill."
The staff led the two to the cashier, and An Jing took out her bank card as a matter of course.
Leng Yanluo grabbed her hand: "You're out with your boyfriend, how can I let you spend money?"
After saying that, he quickly paid using WeChat by scanning the QR code.
After leaving the supermarket, Anjing was quiet and sullen.
Leng Yanluo put the two large bags of groceries into the car, coughed lightly, and said, "What's wrong? You're not happy that I paid?"
Anjing exclaimed "Ah!" and said, "No, it's not like that. I paid for all your money. I just thought that since I was so frightened, the supermarket should give us a free meal. You actually agreed to a 50% discount!"
Leng Yanluo: "..."
The two drove home, and once inside, Leng Yanluo put the ingredients into the refrigerator one by one.
Anjing watched him busy, feeling a little embarrassed, and said, "Teacher Luo, I'll help you with the cooking later."
Leng Yanluo nodded: "Okay."
So Anjing took the lead and walked to the sink, rolled up her sleeves, ready to get to work. But the next second, Leng Yanluo put a head of garlic in front of her: "Help me peel this garlic."
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