Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

It looks old and small from the outside, but once you walk in it's like you've fallen into a magical world.

This was Ye Kong’s first feeling.

It’s the same old house as the old man’s, but there are no conventional furniture or appliances in the living room.

Long-haired carpets with retro patterns cover every corner. The leather sofa looks quite old but the texture is still very good. It is just a beautiful decoration rather than a place for people to sit or lie on. Other than that, there are books everywhere.

On the sofa, on the carpet, on the huge desk and even on the chair.

They were arranged in a mess, almost piled up to the sky, and there were draft papers scattered all over the floor.

The wall where the TV should have been hung was now covered with blackboards, two whole sides, one old and the other new.

As for how to distinguish the new from the old, it was because both sides of the blackboard were filled with mathematical formulas that Ye Kong could not understand. However, on the old half of the blackboard, the traces left by the chalk were obviously faded and gray, like the stubborn and lonely remnants of time, while the handwriting on the new side was snow-white, and it was obvious that it had been written not long ago.

Ye Kong was stunned for a moment.

She didn’t know if it was the so-called damn talent in her head that was playing tricks on her again, but for a moment she almost felt a tingling sensation on her scalp.

In this crowded and old house that seemed like an alien dimension, she seemed to see two figures standing in front of the blackboard writing and drawing at the same time.

The chalk leaves marks on the blackboard and also leaves a hurried sound.

So these densely packed formulas continued to take shape, but the old side had faded handwriting from the beginning - just like a ghost accompanying another person to write, or, from the moment the chalk fell, time had silently peeled off for many years.

——Ye Kong thought he immediately understood where this place was.

Ye Shiyi, who never reflected on himself, finally felt guilty.

She paused, turned around and walked out: "Why don't I just go out? I just had this sudden impulse..."

"..." Before she could finish her words, her hand was grabbed by someone.

It was just above her wrist, where she had hurt someone and also scratched herself the night before.

It was a very thin wound, and now there was only a shallow scab left. It would be completely healed when it fell off.

What Wen Can was about to say was interrupted by the touch under his fingers. He moved his fingers upwards, grasped the uninjured forearm, and gently pulled the person back.

"What happened to your hand?"

He asked as he lifted the girl's hand and turned it over to take a look.

The man frowned slightly when he saw the red scar: "How did you get hurt?"

"..." Ye Kong looked at his hand silently and said, "Qin Jianbai did it."

Wen Can's eyes turned cold silently. He rubbed the wound with his fingertips without any expression, and seemed to pass over the topic without any reaction: "You don't have to leave. I'm cooking noodles. Do you want to eat?"

He asked me to do that.

Ye Kong thought this expressionlessly, then looked up at him in surprise: "You can also cook noodles?"

“That’s all I know.”

Wen Can was about to turn around and go into the kitchen, but stopped again: "Change your shoes first."

Ye Kong looked at the shoe cabinet at the entrance, walked over and opened it, and found that there were only several pairs of women's slippers inside.

Wen Can stood behind her and took a look, then said calmly, "These are my mother's old ones. If you don't mind, just pick any pair."

Ye Kong silently selected a pair of sandals with rose and lark patterns. Wen Can smiled when he saw them. "She customized them herself. They are a special edition from the Undead Demon's collection."

The man turned and walked towards the kitchen, complaining, "If she were still alive now, I suspect she would openly become a die-hard fan of the Undead Demon, quarreling with people online every day, going crazy to increase sales when she publishes a magazine, and doing all kinds of mindless defense, the kind that everyone would want to kill."

Ye Kong: ...

Although one should have a basic sense of reverence when wearing the slippers of a deceased person, it is a little hard to feel reverence when one thinks that the owner of these slippers is one's crazy fan.

I just feel it's awkward and inexplicably funny.

She could only wear the slippers printed with various elements of the undead demon and follow Wen Can to the kitchen.

The house is not big and the kitchen is just a narrow strip.

The kitchen seemed a bit crowded as soon as Wen Can entered. Ye Kong even peeked behind him to watch him cooking noodles in boiling water.

Once was not enough, so he tried it a second time. He was a little hesitant in his movements and it was obvious that he was not skilled.

Ye Kong couldn't help but said, "It's too much. I can't eat so much."

"Really?" Wen Can calmly withdrew his hand that was about to add another handful, "Then I'll put less."

Ye Kong glanced at him: "Can you really cook?"

"..." Wen Can was silent for a moment before saying, "Yes."

As he said this, he fried two eggs in another pan.

Ye Kong stared at him like an overseer, scanning the two fried eggs with eyes as strict as x-rays, and nodded seriously: "Not bad."

Wen Can: ...

I felt speechless and yet somehow I gained some confidence.

So keep doing it.

He squatted down next to the trash can and started to peel the loofah. Ye Kong leaned over to watch him peel it and asked, "What kind of noodles are you going to make?"

“Luffa and egg noodles.”

Ye Kong watched Wen Can peel the watermelon thinner and thinner, until he finally peeled five pieces before he could barely satisfy his meal.

She remained silent for fear of hurting others' self-esteem.

Watching Wen Can calmly stand up and cut the loofah into pieces, he sprinkled some salt into the pot of noodles and turned to low heat.

Then I used the same pan for frying eggs to fry the loofah.

Hmm...it looks very organized, vaguely giving the feeling of a skilled worker.

But Ye Kong always felt that something was not right.

While she was stroking her chin and thinking silently, Wen Can had already poured two whole fried eggs into the pan, stir-fried them with the loofah, and then added some finely chopped garlic and chili peppers.

The intact egg was broken into pieces with a spatula and mixed with the loofah.

Ye Kong: ...

can't read.

But she chose to remain silent.

The water for cooking noodles over there was running low, and Ye Kong couldn't help but remind him: "You can turn off the fire now."

"Wait a little longer." Wen Can remained calm.

So after waiting for another two minutes, Ye Kong said again: "It's really time to turn off the fire."

Wen Can poured the loofah and eggs from the wok into the wok without saying a word, and said, "Cook it for a while longer."

"..."

Gulp, gulp, gulp…

The water started to become thick.

Ye Kong couldn't stand it anymore and punched him in the back: "You can turn off the fire!!!"

Wen Can was almost staggered by the sudden attack and had to turn off the fire.

Then he turned around silently to get a bowl from the cupboard.

But the kitchen was too narrow and Ye Kong was standing behind him. When he turned around and raised his hand, he felt Ye Kong's breath with his collarbone.

"..."

The girl leaned back slightly, looked at the body that was suddenly close to her, then looked up and met the gaze of the man who was looking down at her.

"..."

There is no hint of romance at all.

On the contrary, the girl's eyes still showed the previous anger and disgust, which made Wen Can look away a little embarrassed. He took down two bowls of noodles without changing his expression, turned around and picked up two full bowls, and poured soup.

He handed the smaller bowl to Ye Kong and said, "Luckily you didn't let me put more."

The man didn't notice the quiet flattery in his tone.

But the girl didn't appreciate it at all and let out a mocking "hehe".

Wen Can: ...