Diary of a Tycoon Growing Melon

Although the lights have been turned off, the moonlight is bright tonight. Even in the room, people's faces can be seen clearly. Zhang Dingyuan and Lin Cuilan are lying side by side, reunited after a long absence. Question, Zhang Dingyuan is still a little uneasy about the fact that Zhang Zhi got a huge sum of money.

Lin Cuilan talked about the matter again, more detailed than Zhang Zhi told Zhang Dingyuan. After listening, Zhang Dingyuan also sighed.

These years, Zhang Dingyuan and his wife have really treated Zhang Zhi as their own son. In order for Zhang Zhi to go to college, Zhang Dingyuan even went to the city to work to earn money, and he worked hard for many years.

Speaking of which, the original owner is really sorry for Zhang Dingyuan. Zhang Dingyuan worked part-time for him to go to school. He did go to school well, but he pushed himself into a desperate situation because of a woman, and he didn't consider his own situation. It is said that the toad wants to eat swan meat, and the original owner only fought for Sun Yingying, but did not think of fighting to repay Zhang Dingyuan. It can only be said that love has gone to his head and left such a mess. If the original owner probably would not agree to Sun Yingying Ben Shan made a deal, but Zhang Zhi did not. He has no feelings for Sun Yingying. Although the original owner's feelings are still a bit affected, Zhang Zhi is not so easily moved. As for Lin Cuilan and his wife's devotion to the original owner, he is envious and jealous Moved, because that is what he never had.

Speaking of the middle of the night, the husband and wife were also tired and fell asleep without knowing it.

The next morning, Zhang Zhi woke up on time. Even if the time and space were changed, his sleep alarm clock was still accurate, and he got up on time at six o'clock, but now no one helped him get up, and he had to do everything by himself.

He packed up all the daily necessities used by the original owner and piled them up in the empty room on the west side. Although he had the same body at the same time, he still felt a bit awkward, so he might as well not use them at all. He took out the newly bought things, brushed his teeth, and washed his face, but the breakfast afterwards was a bit difficult Yes, yesterday's breakfast was brought to him by Lin Cuilan, but today he has to come by himself, and he can't just sit around for dinner all the time.

The kitchen was a bit messy, there were scattered firewood piled up beside the stove, and the stove wasn't that clean, but fortunately it wasn't particularly dirty, but I still couldn't bear to see it. Putting on plastic gloves, Zhang Zhi started to tidy up the kitchen, removing some unnecessary All the bottles and cans were stored in a plastic bucket, and then carried out.

After taking off his gloves and washing his hands again, Zhang Zhi heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, he could barely see the kitchen. It was just how to cook rice, and it used an earthen stove. Looking at the wood piled up next to the stove, Zhang Zhi had a look on his face. Question mark, how can this fire be lit?

Tao good rice, put the water, but the amount of water is a bit too much, but the rice is a little less, but these are not big problems, anyway, even if it is not rice, it is porridge, but the fire is difficult, drilling wood to make fire seems a bit unrealistic.

After pondering for a long time, Zhang Zhi wrapped one end of the firewood with a rag, and poured some oil on it. He couldn't find the kerosene, so he used cooking oil, but the effect was similar. If his former subordinates saw the big, unreserved smile, they would probably be stunned.

Carefully lit the fire, and then brought it to a boil. Zhang Zhi succeeded in cooking what he thought was the rice. Most of the water in the pot was left with some porridge or rice, but it was still edible. With a wry smile, Zhang Zhi ate a bowl, which was not very tasty, so cooking is also a technical job.

"San'er, who is this?" Looking at the kitchen where she had fought with, Lin Cuilan who came squatting with a bowl of noodles looked surprised, and Zhang Zhi also took a look at the kitchen, which was just cleaned up, but it was messy again, and smiled wryly.

"Auntie, why are you here?" Zhang Zhi put down the bowl in his hand and said.

"Didn't I bring you breakfast? I'm not talking about you. Your body hasn't recovered yet, so why don't you sleep more?" Lin Cuilan said, then handed the noodles to Director Zhang and said, "Sit there and eat the noodles gone."

The noodles in front of him were indeed delicious, much better than the bland rice porridge. Zhang Zhi didn't pretend to shirk, and sat on the low table beside him to eat.

Lin Cuilan re-stacked the firewood next to the stove, extinguished the fire that had not been completely extinguished in the stove, and wiped off the dry white rice soup that overflowed from the stove, then washed her hands, and put the leftovers in the pot A large bowl of thick porridge was filled and the pot was cleaned.

"Make the porridge on a low heat, don't be in a hurry." Lin Cuilan put the big bowl of porridge on the small table, covered it with a basin, and then said to Zhang Zhi.

"I'm a little hungry, I want to cook it earlier." Zhang Zhi looked up at Lin Cuilan and patted his head, and smiled awkwardly and innocently. He absolutely refused to admit the fact that he couldn't cook, but the original owner's cooking skills were pretty good. .

"Didn't you ask me to eat at my place these days? Why do you always have to send me here to eat? Are you angry with your aunt?" Lin Cuilan looked at Zhang Zhi and said, her face a little unhappy.

"Of course not. It's just that I'm a little embarrassed to always trouble my uncle and aunt. Besides, as far as a meal is concerned, it's not like I don't know how to cook. How can I always trouble you." Zhang Zhi quickly shook his head and smiled.

"You also know that it's just a meal. It's just a meal, and it's not just for you. Don't we want to eat it too?" Lin Cuilan said.

"I see, auntie, I'll eat at noon." Although he really wanted to be self-reliant, but the reality didn't allow it, so he went to have a couple of meals before talking.

"That's good." Lin Cuilan nodded in satisfaction, with a smile on her face, and the yellow embroidered coat made her look younger.

The clothes are new at first glance, probably the uncle bought them back, so it can be seen that his uncle is good to his wife.

After eating the noodles, Lin Cuilan took the bowl and went to wash it. She didn't think there was anything wrong, but Zhang Zhi was a little embarrassed. After all, Lin Cuilan was different from his previous servants. This was a family that loved him.

Zhang Zhi looked at Lin Cuilan's back and thought, although her figure is not slender, her clothes are not foreign, and her hair is simply tied with a black rubber band, Zhang Zhi thinks she is really the most beautiful person.

Leaving the kitchen and entering the big house, Zhang Zhi took out the money obtained yesterday, and wanted to ask Lin Cuilan and his wife to find those creditors. He planned to return the money to them. Although he already knew that Zhang Zhi had a huge sum of money, he saw Lin Cuilan was still shocked by this small pile of money, and asked Zhang Zhi to put it away first, fearing that it would be robbed.

"Auntie, this is my house, don't worry, there will be people coming to snatch it." Zhang Zhi smiled indifferently.

"It's hard to guarantee, let's put it away first, I'll go back and let Zhang Shu come over with you, be safe." Lin Cuilan said, and trotted back.

Looking at Lin Cuilan's back, Zhang Zhi suddenly felt very warm in his heart.

Although Zhang Zhi was a little dissatisfied when he came here, in just two days, he received a warm family affection that he had never had in his previous life. He felt that he was willing to exchange that huge family property for this family affection.

You can make money if you lose money, but you can't buy warm family affection, so you don't have to always ignore caring for your family just to make money.

Zhang Zhi felt that this time travel was his compensation from the heavens.

The author has something to say: Everyone is busy making money, and I don’t know how many times I go home throughout the year. I’d better go home and have a look when I have time. As for the stupid author, I’m making rice worms at home now, and I don’t go to work until after my daughter’s week. ^_^^_^^_^