Forces of Temptation

After Yu Tuisi ate some bread to cushion his stomach, Chen Sufeng carried him to the crib on time.

He also has to do nap tasks.

When Chen Sufeng returned to the table, everyone still stood scattered around the table, for fear that if they looked at the table too much, they would lose control of their physiological reactions.

"This pot of swill..." Chen Sufeng almost said what was in his heart, braked in time, and coughed to cover it up, "Eat, what should I do?"

Jiang Fang said gently, "Let me do a little."

He went to the kitchen and picked out a few dishes that were prone to spoilage: "Eggplant stuffed meat, mapo tofu, potato shreds, shrimp and seaweed soup, and another rice?"

Seeing that everyone had no objection, Jiang Fang nodded to Nan Zhou and motioned him to come in to help the cook. By the way, he took a glance at the table of dishes that seemed to have gathered the entire periodic table of elements, and ordered Nan Zhou: "Bring the pot in. Come on. Get a soup pot out."

As soon as the kitchen door was closed, the stagnant atmosphere was successfully isolated.

The sound of washing and washing under the silence of the two sides was somewhat indescribably warm.

Today, Nan Zhou has already tried his best for this meal, so he is a little frustrated with the current result.

Nan Zhou said: "In fact, I have always been cooking in my family."

Jiang Fang: "..."

He pondered for a moment: "Family affection is great."

Nan Zhou: "They will eat whatever I cook."

Jiang Fang stopped cleaning the pot and turned his head to look at him: "... homesick?"

Nan Zhou shook his head, there was no special nostalgia in his eyes.

Jiang Fang suddenly said, "Let me taste some of the chicken wings."

Nan Zhou was taken aback, and wanted to hand him a pair of chopsticks, but found that his hands were soaked in water, and the water was dripping drop by drop from his fingertips on the sink.

So Nan Zhou naturally picked up a little green chicken wing and delivered it to his mouth.

Jiang Fang accepted the feeding calmly.

Good.Cooked.

"Next time, don't add too much sugar and eye-catching. It's not easy to wash the pot." Jiang Fang paused, imitating Li Yinhang's address, and called him with a smile, "...Brother Nan."

Nan Zhou frowned slightly and corrected: "You are older than me, so you can't call me brother."

Jiang Fang looked a little surprised: "Miss Li already calls you that."

Nanzhou was particularly stubborn on certain details: "No. You are older than me."

Jiang Fang polished the new dishes that he took off from the dish rack, but there was a persuasive gleam in his eyes: "Why don't you call me?"

"En." Nan Zhou responded obediently, and said coldly, "...Brother Fang."

Jiang Fang gave a low "hmm", and the corners of his mouth curled up a little: "...Brother Fang, let me make you a cake."

Nanzhou's eyes that had been as quiet as the ancient well suddenly lit up: "Can we do it here?"

Jiang Fang opened the refrigerator and inspected the ingredients one by one: "As long as there is a pot. Don't you know?"

Nan Zhou: "I told you, I'm not good at cooking."

Jiang Fang looked at him intently, and smiled brightly: "I know."

If I didn't know, I wouldn't let you draw the simplest 2 of hearts.

If I didn't know, I might have to wait a long time before I have a reason to let you have another meal I cooked.

Jiang Fang adjusted his breathing and opened the pressure cooker beside him.

"Don't use that."

Nanzhou's voice came from behind him: "...There is water in the bottom of the pressure cooker and in the leather ring."

When Nan Zhou tried to dissuade him, Jiang Fang had already lifted the lid of the pot.

Unlike other pots, there are always many dead spots in the pressure cooker that cannot be cleaned, and because of its strong airtightness, the water is not easy to evaporate.

The situation in the pot was exactly the same as what Nan Zhou said.

Just now when Nan Zhou served the dishes out, he didn't have time to mention this matter to everyone in the future.

Jiang Fang turned his head and looked at Nan Zhou: "...not long ago, someone used a pressure cooker?"

Nan Zhou: "It's possible."

Nan Zhou: "Also, feel for the inside of the pot."

Jiang Fang poked his finger into the pot.

The pot was washed very clean.

However, the subtle feel on the inner wall cannot be fooled.

... an indescribably, nauseatingly slippery texture.

Jiang Fang raised his finger and placed it in the sunlight to observe carefully.

The kitchen facing south is filled with the drowsy and crispy afternoon sun.

Under the bright sunlight, Jiang Fang's fingers were slightly glazed.

...is oil.

A woman whose traces have been wiped from her home.

A pressure cooker with delicate oily flowers.

Jiang Fang quickly took out two or three sheets of kitchen paper and wiped off the residue on his fingers.

Nan Zhou patted him on the back: "Shall we confirm first? Or do we confirm after cooking?"

Jiang Fang: "Let's solve the problem first."

Nan Zhou was quite straightforward: "Okay."

Nan Zhou asked again: "Is the thing you think about the same as mine?"

Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou looked at each other for a few seconds and blurted out at the same time.

Nan Zhou: "The floor drain."

Jiang Fang: "Water fee."

Nanzhou: "..."

Jiang Fang: "..."

Under the silence, Jiang Fang lowered his head and laughed heartily: "Ha, there is still a little tacit understanding."

Nan Zhou looked at the curvature of his mouth, a little curious.

Because the lip line looked so perfect when it was raised, he had the urge to go up and poke it.

When Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou came out of the kitchen at the same time, the people sitting or standing in the living room couldn't react for a while.

The fitness coach and Chen Sufeng were not there.

The former went to stare at the sleeping Yu Tuisi.

Because Shen Jie was worried about Chen Sufeng, a stunned young man, afraid that he would be careless and not notice the clues.

The latter, under Yu Tuisi's gentle persuasion, went to take a shower in the bathroom of the master bedroom.

Shen Jie: "Food..."

Jiang Fang waved her hand lightly, signaling to be safe and calm, then walked up to Li Yinhang and asked, "Do you have a water bill at home?"

Although Li Yinhang went in without knowing it, his reaction was finally able to keep up: "I didn't find it."

Jiang Fang: "Is there any place in the house that I haven't looked for?"

Li Yinhang shook his head.

One morning was enough for them to turn the [-]-square-meter apartment upside down three times.

The thin monkey felt that the results of their search were being questioned again and again, so he interjected unconvincedly: "If you want to find it, you can do it yourself. Anyway, there are only the floor and the wallpaper behind..."

At this time, Nan Zhou's footsteps had already gone to the bathroom of the master bedroom.

Hearing this, he clicked his tongue softly, turned back quickly, and picked up the locked box from the corner of the dining table that he had temporarily put aside.

Thin Monkey: "..."

Because Nan Zhou kept holding the box, they forgot the existence of the box.

This is the reason for blind thinking.

But in his opinion, Nan Zhou took the box to no avail.

"We haven't found the key yet..."

Before the words were finished, Nan Zhou grasped the box tightly with one hand, exerted strength with one hand, and squeezed it like a paper-skinned walnut——

pop-up--

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, half of the wooden box he was holding collapsed alive.

With the other hand, Nan Zhou grabbed the brass lock that was precariously hanging on the other half of the intact box, as well as the small lock on it that he hadn't opened yet, and even opened a skylight for the contents of the box——

A stack of invoices and various bills immediately caught everyone's eyes.

Shen Jie suddenly took a breath.

She still remembered what she said to Nan Zhou half-reminding and half-tauntingly in the morning: "This kind of thing with a lock needs a key to break it. It's pointless if you use something to pry it."

Nan Zhou's answer was simple: "I know."

At that time, Shen Jie thought he was being perfunctory.

Now it seems that his response is really an ordinary literal meaning.

...Understood, stop arguing.

Nan Zhou didn't seem to care about these things, he just came over to help and squeeze a box.

He seemed to be eager to confirm something, and after violently dismantling the box, he left.

But in the middle of the walk, he hurried back for the second time, picked up the box cover that he casually placed on the table, grabbed the small lock, pulled it a few times, and easily separated the lock head from the box cover that was disconnected from it .

He carefully put the unopened lock into his pocket, glanced at everyone indifferently, and then walked to the bathroom of the master bedroom again.

After thinking about the meaning behind his actions, the thin monkey almost fell down in one breath: "..."

Are you acting like someone's trying to steal your locks? !

Jiang Fang moved quickly and took over Nan Zhou's shift.

He turned a stack of documents upside down in his palm, and after simply sorting out an aligned edge, he quickly counted them.

Li Yinhang had worked in a bank and had seen how his seniors manually counted banknotes.

However, Jiang Fang's actions were different from any experienced senior she had ever seen.

Jiang Fang's hands are very special, the slenderness of the thumb exceeds the level of normal adult males.

He used his ring finger and middle finger to firmly hold the receipt, which was about one and a half knuckles thick, and used his thumb to turn the pages for checking.

His movements are as precise and quick as a money counter.

But machines don't have his discernment.

Because he quickly pulled out the water bill he wanted from the middle of the bill.

He stretched out his hand to Li Yinhang: "Mobile phone."

Li Yinhang was stunned by the smooth and smooth operation of the two bosses, and at this moment he heard Jiang Fang's order, and when he hurriedly took the phone out of the warehouse, he accidentally slipped his hand— —

Before she could get flustered, Jiang Fang grabbed the dropped mobile phone in the air, and did not forget to nod gentlemanly to Li Yinhang: "Thank you."

Under the full signal, he dialed the first number to contact the outside world in this castle in the sky where he didn't know the door, location, or floor according to the water supply hotline marked under a water bill.

"Hey."

"Hello~~"

Yoyo's female voice came from the phone: "What~ can I help you~"

Polite, with a laughing voice, but with a false texture.

Like a non-human, insisting on pretending to be a friendly human being.

Under the blue sky and broad daylight, this voice gave people goosebumps.

Jiang Fang's expression did not change at all.

He stared at another string of numbers representing "account number" in the receipt, even if he was facing the creature on the phone who didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost, he was still polite and polite from the bottom of his heart: "Hello, I I want to inquire about my family's water bill for this month, the account number is..."

While Jiang Fang was searching for the documents, Nan Zhou didn't knock on the door, but directly pushed open the closed master bedroom bathroom door.

Naked Chen Sufeng: "..."

He was naked and was using a towel to draw water and give himself an artificial shower.

Half a centimeter of water had accumulated on the tiled floor, submerging a small half of his feet.

Leaving Yu Tuisi's side, Chen Sufeng's youthful aura retreated quite a bit, his brows and eyes became sharper and more vigilant: "What are you going to do?"

Nan Zhou squatted down in front of him: "I'm not interested in your body."

Chen Sufeng: "..." There is no need to be so direct.

Nan Zhou raised his head, his eyes were clear, as if whether Chen Sufeng was wearing clothes or not was no different in his eyes.

He asked, "Is it you who said that sentence in the morning?"

Chen Sufeng: "...what?"

While speaking, Nan Zhou turned on the white switch of the floor drain.

The surface of the switch is clean without any debris residue.

Nan Zhou showed no signs of dislike, and stuck his index finger into the depths of the floor drain, fumbling back and forth for something.

After a while, he picked it up with his fingertips and pulled something up.

... A small silver key got stuck in the floor drain.

After working with the box all morning, Nan Zhou knew right away that the jagged outline of the key fit perfectly with the receipt box he crushed.

The key was probably lost inadvertently.

This is also the reason why everyone can't find the key for a long time.

The gap of the floor drain is relatively large, and the shape of the key is relatively delicate. If the angle is special, it is possible to slip into it.

Also under the influence of the special angle, when the key fell into the floor drain, it did not slide down directly, but got stuck in it horizontally.

Right now, entangled with the key is a mass of soft and damp curly hair of a woman.

Seeing this clump of hair, Chen Sufeng couldn't help staring when his hair stood on end.

The words he mentioned when he went to the second bedroom to pour the washing water in the morning echoed in his ears.

—— "The sewer in the master bedroom is a little clogged."

At the end of this curly hair, there is a small piece of blood-red scalp-like object, which is shaking like a pendulum with the frequency of water droplets falling from the hair.

At the same time, Jiang Fang also got the answer he wanted.

This month, the household account consumed 11 tons of water.

The moment Jiang Fang hung up the phone, everyone heard the system's notification tone.

【drop--】

[Congratulations to player Jiang Fang for collecting the clue "fingerprints under the ashtray"]

[Congratulations to player Jiang Fang for collecting the clue "Chen Hui in the shoe cabinet"]

[Congratulations to player Jiang Fang for collecting the clue "11 tons of waste"]

[Congratulations to player Nan Zhou for collecting the clue "Grease in the pressure cooker"]

[Congratulations to player Nanzhou for collecting the clue "scalp in the sewer"]

[The five clues have been collected, and the achievement is being synthesized——]

[Congratulations to "Lifangzhou" team players Jiang Fang and player Nan Zhou for getting x1 reward for the main plot of "Xiao Ming's Daily" and 500 experience points for each reward—]

Shen Jie's pretty face was ever-changing, red and white staggered.

……Oops.

She was a little exaggerated this time.

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Brother Fang's thousand-layer routine of chasing his wife: Grab his wife's stomach, and the routine daughter-in-law calls him brother.