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"Are you sure it's delicious?" She asked tentatively.

Zuo Hancheng smiled, took another sip from the water glass, and said calmly, "Well, I'm very touched."

Anhao was skeptical, didn't know whether to trust him or her own nose, but she still took a bite, frowned as soon as she put it in her mouth, chewed it twice, spit it out without even swallowing it, turned around I rushed to the bathroom to spit and rinse my mouth.

"Cough...cough...my mother..." After rinsing her mouth, she looked up and saw herself in the mirror with red eyes and tears welling up, she hurriedly continued rinsing her mouth and then washed her face again.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, she came out with a depressed face, and saw Zuo Hancheng sitting at the dining table, drinking water calmly.

"It's so unpalatable that you tricked me into eating it. Zuo Hancheng, you managed to endure it for so long without shedding tears just to trick me into taking a bite of this terrible thing. Are you human after all?"

"I also want to know, are you human?" Zuo Hancheng put down the glass and looked at her with a half-smile: "Half a box of thirteen incense, do you want to choke someone to death or murder?"

Anhao was choked for a moment, and it took a long time to say in a low voice: "I forgot where I saw a sentence, saying that it would be delicious to put some thirteen spices in cooking... I thought it would be delicious to put more , the taste of fried rice will also be delicious..."

"Your IQ is barely passable in other areas, but it's fine to use it in cooking." Zuo Hancheng took her helpless expression on his face: "How much rice do you have?"

"...and... almost two bowls, if we make it again, it should be enough for us." An Hao blinked her eyes as she said, "Do you want to do it?"

Zuo Hancheng didn't speak, just glanced at the horrific fried rice with eggs on the table, got up and walked over, but pushed Anhao into the kitchen, tied the apron back on her body, and put the apron on her when Anhao was in a daze. She pushed it to the stove.

"Fire."

Anhao turned her head and looked at him in surprise: "Let me do it?"

"Since you insist on making breakfast for me once, you can't end in failure every time." Zuo Hancheng said lightly: "Don't stand here in a daze, fire."

"Oh." An Hao quickly followed suit.

The following procedures, such as turning on the range hood, putting in the oil, putting in the eggs, chopped green onions, and the already cold rice, were all carried out by Zuo Hancheng under the supervision and guidance, including turning the fire down when pouring the egg liquid at the very beginning. Into a small fire and so on.

Finally, when the fried rice with eggs came out of the pan, Anhao couldn't believe that the two bowls of fried rice with delicious color and flavor were made by herself.

The taste in my mouth is also very authentic. Even if I am not good at using oil and salt and controlling the heat, at least the rice can be eaten, and it is still very fragrant.

An Hao looked at Zuo Hancheng while eating: "I have always had a question."

Zuo Hancheng had almost eaten, and when he put down the tableware, he glanced at her: "What?"

"Your house in Liujingyuan is so big, do you only occasionally invite part-time workers and cleaning aunts to clean it temporarily? Why didn't you hire a live-in nanny or something? This way you can clean the house and cook at the same time."

"There are no children or old people in this family, so what kind of nanny should I hire?"

"Aren't rich people like this? They're too lazy to clean and cook for themselves. Basically, they don't even bother to do anything other than making money. A president like you who can't just be described as rich." It's really strange that the diamond rich didn't even hire a nanny."

"This is just an individual case. Unless I really treat this home as a hotel and just come back for a night, maybe I will ask this type of aunt to guard at home."

"However, for me, this is a secluded place where I can rest, away from the right and wrong and the hustle and bustle, so I have never planned to ask anyone to be a live-in nanny here. I don't want to be disturbed by outsiders in my life .”

After Zuo Hancheng said a few words to her patiently, he took a newspaper by the table.

An Hao was taken aback for a moment: "So I'm not considered an outsider?"

Zuo Hancheng looked away from the newspaper, glanced at her briefly, as if she was too lazy to answer a nonsense, but when she kept looking at him, said indifferently: "Of course Mrs. Zuo is not an outsider, she is You haven’t straightened out your identity yourself.”

An Hao pursed her lips, lowered her head and ate a few more mouthfuls of food, and when she felt full, she cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks and said, "I will learn how to make breakfast, for sure."

Zuo Hancheng said lightly this time without even raising his eyelids: "No need, today is just to satisfy your desire to make breakfast, you don't need to learn it specially."

This is more or less a kind of connivance.

Anhao laughed in a good mood. When she got up with the bowls and chopsticks, she looked back and saw the wastebasket in the corner not far away. She suddenly remembered the trash can she saw outside the door yesterday. She turned her head and said, "I was outside yesterday. I saw one of your couriers in the trash can, but the security guard said you asked them to throw it away."

Zuo Hancheng didn't speak at first, and when he put down the newspaper and looked at her, he said calmly: "I asked them to throw it away, you don't need to pay attention."

"Oh." Although Anhao didn't understand what was going on, she nodded and was about to go into the kitchen to wash the dishes and be a diligent little wife.

But just after taking a step, he heard him say: "In the future, any courier signed by me sent to Liujingyuan will not be accepted, just throw it away."

Anhao paused and turned around: "Could it be a commercial attack? There are bombs, poison, etc. in the express delivery?"

Zuo Hancheng squinted at her: "The bomb will be in the trash can outside the door for two days and hasn't exploded?"

"I'm just making an analogy. I mean, is this a commercial attack or something? Anyway, there won't be any good things in those express packages, right?"

This time, Zuo Hancheng nodded slightly, she was right.

"It's good that you know, those things are rarely touched. Recently, some profiteers in city A have made some big moves. Those couriers from unknown directions are just a small beginning. You don't need to pay attention to them. Don't touch them and you'll be fine. "

Even if it's not a bomb, it's probably something important. For example, if Zuo Hancheng's fingerprint is stained, it will be transferred to a fake document by some data in the air as a signature and seal.

She has heard of this type of commercial fraud, so it seems that those unfamiliar things should not be touched casually.

She nodded understandingly: "Okay, I won't touch it, and I won't ask so many questions. I'll wash the dishes~"

An Hao smiled and raised the bowls and chopsticks in her hands, turned around and entered the kitchen in a good mood.

Looking at her cheerful back, Zuo Hancheng first smiled, and then the smile on Xu's face gradually disappeared. He picked up his mobile phone and made a call. The moment the call was connected, he turned and walked towards the French window not far away.