After Yu Tuisi ate a bit of bread and padded his stomach, Chen Sufeng carried him into the children's bed on time.
He also has the task of taking a nap.
When Chen Sufeng returned to the table, everyone still stood scattered around the table, for fear that if one glanced at the table, they would not be able to control 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, "What should I do?"
Jiang Fang said gently, "I'll do it a little bit."
He went to the kitchen and picked out a few dishes that were easily spoiled: "Stuffed meat with eggplant, Mapo tofu, shredded potatoes, shrimp and seaweed soup, plus a piece of rice?"
Seeing that everyone had no objection, Jiang Fang nodded to Nan Zhou and motioned him to come in to help the cook. He glanced at the table that looked like the entire periodic table of elements, and instructed 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 from the outside.
The sound of washing and washing under the silence of the two phases is somewhat indescribably warm.
Today, Nan Zhou has done everything he can for this meal, so he is a little frustrated with the current result.
Nan Zhou said, "I have always been the cook in my family."
Jiang Fang: "..."
He pondered for a moment: "Family love is great."
Nan Zhou: "Whatever I cook, they will eat it."
Jiang Fang stopped brushing the pot and turned his head to look at him: "...Are you homesick?"
Nan Zhou shook his head, and there was no special nostalgia in his eyes.
Jiang Fang suddenly said, "Let me have a taste of that chicken wing."
Nan Zhou was stunned, and wanted to hand him a pair of chopsticks, but found that his hands were soaked with water, and the fingertips on the sink were dripping water drop by drop.
So Nan Zhou naturally took a little green chicken wing and delivered it to his mouth.
Jiang Fang calmly accepted the feeding.
Good. Cooked.
"Next time, don't add too much sugar and eye-catching, it's not easy to brush the pot." Jiang Fang paused, imitating Li Yinhang's name, and called him with a smile, "... Nange."
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 called you that."
Nan Zhou was particularly stubborn in some details: "No. You are older than me."
Jiang Fang polished the new plate he took off from the bowl rack to a lustrous finish, but there was a shimmering gleam in his eyes: "Why don't you call me?"
"Well." Nan Zhou responded obediently, and said coldly, "... Brother Fang."
Jiang Fang gave a low "um", and the corners of his mouth twitched a little: "... Brother Fang, let's make you a cake."
Nan Zhou's eyes that had been as quiet as Gujing suddenly lit up: "Can we do it here?"
Jiang Fang opened the refrigerator and checked the ingredients one by one: "If you have a pot, you can. Don't you know?"
Nan Zhou: "As I told you, I'm not good at cooking."
Jiang Fang glanced at him intently and smiled: "I know."
If I didn't know, I wouldn't let you draw the easiest 2 of hearts.
If I didn't know, I might have to wait a long time to have a reason to let you eat another meal I made.
Jiang Fang adjusted his breathing and opened the pressure cooker beside him.
"Don't use that."
Nan Zhou's voice came from behind him: "... There is water in the bottom and apron of the pressure cooker."
When Nan Zhou spoke out 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 is exactly the same as what Nan Zhou said.
When Nan Zhou went out just now, he didn't have time to tell everyone about it.
Jiang Fang turned his head and looked at Nan Zhou: "... Not long ago, did someone use a pressure cooker?"
Nan Zhou: "It's possible."
Nan Zhou: "Also, you can touch the pot."
Jiang Fang put his fingers into the pot.
The pot was washed clean.
However, the subtle feel on the inner wall cannot be deceived.
…some indescribably disgustingly creamy.
Jiang Fang raised his finger and placed it in the sunlight to take a closer look.
Sitting in the north-south kitchen, the afternoon sun shone drowsily and crispy all over.
Jiang Fang's fingers glowed with a faint glaze under the bright sunlight.
… is oil.
A woman whose traces have been wiped from her home.
A pressure cooker with delicate oil.
Jiang Fang quickly took out two or three pieces of kitchen paper and wiped off the residue on his fingers.
Nan Zhou patted him on the back: "Do you want to cook first. Or do you want to check after finishing the meal?"
Jiang Fang: "Let's solve the question first."
Nan Zhou said simply: "Okay."
Nan Zhou asked again, "Do you think about the same thing as me?"
Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou looked at each other for a few seconds before blurting out at the same time.
Nan Zhou: "floor drain."
Jiang Fang: "Water fee."
Nan Zhou: "… "
Jiang Fang: "..."
Under the silence, Jiang Fang lowered his head and laughed heartily: "Ha, it's almost a tacit understanding."
Nan Zhou looked at the curvature of the corner of his mouth, a little curious.
Because the lip line was 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, 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 that Chen Sufeng was a stunned young man, afraid that he would be careless and not notice the clues.
The latter was persuaded by Yu Tuisi's warm words to take a shower in the bathroom of the master bedroom.
Shen Jie: "Rice..."
Jiang Fang waved her hand gently to her, motioning to be calm, then walked to Li Yinhang and asked, "Do you have a water bill at home?"
Although Li Yinhang didn't know what to do, his reaction was able to keep up: "I didn't find it."
Jiang Fang: "Is there any place at home that you haven't looked for?"
Li Yinhang shook his head.
In one morning, it was enough for them to turn the 100-square-meter apartment three upside down.
Thin Monkey felt that the results of their search were questioned again and again, and interjected in dissatisfaction: "If you want to find it, do it yourself. Anyway, there is nothing left behind the floor and wallpaper..."
At this time, Nan Zhou's footsteps had already gone to the bathroom of the master bedroom.
Hearing this, he tutted lightly, quickly turned back, and picked up the locked box that he had temporarily put aside from the corner of the dining table.
Skinny Monkey: "… "
Because Nan Zhou had been holding the box, they forgot the existence of the box.
This is the reason for the blind spot of thinking--gt;gt;
.
But in his opinion, it was useless for Nan Zhou to take this box.
"We haven't found the key yet..."
Before he finished speaking, Nan Zhou clenched the box tightly with one hand, exerted force with one hand, and clenched it like a paper walnut—
slack-
In front of everyone's eyes, the wooden box he was holding in his hand collapsed in half.
Nan Zhou's other hand grabbed the brass lock that was shaky on the other half of the intact box, and the small lock on it that had not been pierced by him, and even opened a skylight for the contents of the box—
A bundle of issued tickets and various bills immediately caught everyone's eyes.
Shen Jie suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air.
She still remembered what she said to Nan Zhou in the morning, half-remind and half-sarcastic: "This kind of locked thing needs a key to break open. You use something to pry it, it doesn't make sense."
Nan Zhou's answer was simple: "I know."
At that time, Shen Jie thought he was perfunctory.
Now it seems that his response is really an ordinary literal meaning.
… I see, you should stop arguing.
Nan Zhou didn't seem to care about this, he just came over to give a hand and squeeze a box.
He seemed to be eager to confirm something, and after violently disassembling the box, he walked away.
However, halfway through, he hurriedly turned back for the second time, picked up the lid of the box that he casually placed on the table, grabbed the small lock, and after pulling it a few times, easily separated the lock from the box lid that was disconnected from it. .
He carefully put the unopened lock into his pocket, glanced at everyone lightly, and then walked to the master bedroom bathroom 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 from Nan Zhou.
He turned a stack of documents upside down in his palm, and simply sorted out an aligned edge, then quickly counted them.
Li Yinhang had worked in a bank and had seen how his predecessors counted banknotes manually.
However, Jiang Fang's actions were not the same as any experienced senior she had ever seen.
Jiang Fang's hand is very special, and the slenderness of his thumb exceeds that of a normal adult male.
He used his ring and middle fingers to hold the document, which was about one and a half knuckles thick, and used his thumb to turn the pages.
His movements are as precise and swift 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's scalp was numb because of the smooth operation of the two big men, and he was stunned. At this time, when he heard Jiang Fang's order and hurriedly took out the mobile phone from the warehouse, he accidentally slipped his hand—
Without waiting for her to panic, Jiang Fang volleyed and grabbed the dropped mobile phone and nodded to Li Yinhang, "Thank you."
Under the full signal, according to the water supply hotline marked under a water bill, he made the first call to contact the outside world in this sky pavilion where he did not know the entrance, location, and floor at all.
"Hey."
"Hello~~"
Yoyo's female voice came from the phone: "Is there anything I can help you with~"
Polite, with a laughing voice, but with a false texture.
Like a non-human being, trying to pretend to be a friendly human.
Under □□, this voice made people goosebumps for a while.
Jiang Fang's expression did not change at all.
He stared at the other string of numbers in the receipt that represented the "household number", even if he was facing a creature who didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost on the phone, he was still polite and polite: "Hello. I I want to check my family's water bill this month, the account number is... "
Just as Jiang Fang was searching for the documents, Nan Zhou did not knock on the door, but pushed open the closed bathroom door of the master bedroom.
Chen Sufeng of □□: "..."
He was naked and was dipping water on a towel and giving himself an artificial shower.
Half a centimeter of water accumulated on the tiled floor, submerging half of his feet.
Leaving Yu Tuisi's side, Chen Sufeng's green aura actually retreated a lot, and his eyebrows were a little more sharp and vigilant: "What are you doing?"
Nan Zhou squatted down in front of him: "I'm not interested in your body."
Chen Sufeng: "..." It doesn't have to be so direct.
Nan Zhou raised his head, his eyes were clear, as if Chen Sufeng was wearing no clothes, it was no different in his eyes.
He asked, "You said that in the morning, right?"
Chen Sufeng: "... what?"
While speaking, Nan Zhou turned on the white switch of the floor drain.
The switch surface is clean and free of any debris.
Nan Zhou didn't have any disgust. He dipped his index finger into the depths of the floor drain, scrambling back and forth to find something.
After a while, he picked up his fingertips and pulled up something.
… a small silver key stuck in the floor drain.
After dealing with the box all morning, Nan Zhou knew immediately that the serrated outline of the key perfectly matched the document box that he had crushed.
The key was presumably lost inadvertently.
This is also the reason why people 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 small. If the angle is special, it is possible to slip into it.
It is also under the action of a special angle that when the key falls into the floor drain, it does not slide down directly, but gets stuck in the horizontal direction.
At the moment, entangled with the key, is a large mass of soft and damp curly hair of a woman.
Seeing this group of hair, Chen Sufeng's hair stood on end, he couldn't help but be stunned.
The words he mentioned when he went to lie down in the morning to pour out his face wash echoed in his ears.
- "The sewer of the master bedroom is a little blocked."
Just at the end of the curly hair, there was a small piece of blood-red scalp-like object, which was shaking as the water droplets fell from the end of the hair.
At the same time, Jiang Fang also got the answer he wanted.
This month, the household consumed 11 tons of water.
The moment Jiang Fang hung up the phone, everyone heard the system prompt.
【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 Nan Zhou for collecting the clue "Scalp in the Sewer"]
[Five clues have been collected, and achievements are being synthesized—]
[Congratulations to the players Jiang Fang and Nanzhou of the "Li Fang Ark" team, who have obtained the "Xiao Ming's Daily" main storyline reward x1, each rewarded with 500 experience points—]
Shen Jie's pretty face was changing, red and white intertwined.
… Oops.
She was a little exaggerated this time around. :,