Strongest Guard

When it rains on cloudy days, people are generally not in a good mood because of the weather.    

    

Especially a single person like Yue Zitong, who didn't go to the nightclub to have fun after work, like Young Women, could only go home dispiritedly. She curled up on the sofa and watched the heavy rain with a dazed look.    

    

Today was different. Director Yue actually drove home while humming a song. He still felt that it was very beautiful after seeing the splashes from the wheels. Even the ear-piercing car horns sounded so good in the past.    

    

It wasn't until the car pulled into the yard that she realized she was acting strangely.    

    

This was too abnormal. Why was she so happy? After work, all she wanted was to go home quickly, just like how a little kid looked forward to the New Year.    

    

Could it be because there was another person in the family?    

    

Tch, how could that be possible? I'm in a good mood because it's raining. Don't you know the farmers' uncle's corn needs to be watered? This late downpour is enough to let the thirsty land drink its fill.    

    

This aunt is worried about the country and the people. In other words, that shameless scum, after seeing me drive into the courtyard, why hasn't he come out with an umbrella and acted like a lackey?    

    

After waiting for a moment and not waiting for the scumbag to come out with an umbrella to welcome him, I was always a bit angry. I coldly snorted and then remembered that there was an umbrella in the back of the car.    

    

Don't let me see you sleeping on the couch in the living room.    

    

Yue Zitong walked into the living room with a straight face. She threw the rainwater off the umbrella and put it in front of the door. She then pushed the door open and walked into the living room.    

    

The dregs were not in the living room, nor was they in the kitchen. The door to the guest room on the east side was also ajar.    

    

Without her permission, Yue Zitong dared not go up to the second floor. After all, when she was driving into the yard, she had lightly tapped her horn. If he really dared to do 'bad' in her territory, he would have already rushed down.    

    

After confirming that Mr. Scum hadn't hidden himself and was trying to scare her, Yue Zitong suddenly became agitated. "Could it be that he couldn't stand being together with me and took advantage of the time when I was at work to get out?"    

    

Hmph, it's perfect that you're getting out of here!    

    

Director Yue kicked the door twice and the heels flew out. Director Yue laid on the floor mournfully like a small house that was abandoned by a man.    

    

"Scram, that's great. Scram, that's great. Now I don't have to put in so much effort to chase them away."    

    

She went to the wine cabinet and poured a glass of red wine. As usual, she lazily lay on the sofa with her two white feet on the desk. She took the remote control and turned on the TV.    

    

While the game was being played, the fans in the stands, who loved you but did not regret it, started cursing as they watched the football match going on.    

    

Possibly influenced by her profession, Yue Zitong also liked this type of sport and was barely a fake fan. In the past, she had put a flag on her cheek to cheer up the small, good-natured players, hoping that they would die like a man.    

    

Now, looking at it again, she wanted to curse!    

    

In the past, it was not like that. No matter how bad the performance of the National Football Team was, she would not be like now, spitting out a series of insults like trash, idiots and other insults to damage Heaven's Pride Girl's noble image.    

    

"Go f * cking die, you piece of trash!"    

    

Just when Director Yue raised the remote control and was about to smash it onto the television, the living room door opened. Someone shouted in surprise: "F * ck, aren't you too heartless? It's raining so heavily, so that you can eat more comfortably, so I went out in the rain to buy some food for you, but you told me to go to hell! "    

    

Eh, why did the National Football Team suddenly become so beautiful?    

    

Tsk tsk tsk, look at that number nine, how beautiful was the motion of the shovel hitting the ground?    

    

Right, right, just like that!    

    

I put down those guys who can't even eat rice and still have the face to kick balls — my aunt felt better in an instant. She wanted to jump on TV and kick players from a certain country, but she was still calm on the surface. She put down the remote control she was holding and looked up at the door.    

    

Lee Nanfang's entire body was drenched. He held a few plastic bags filled with vegetables and meat seasonings. There was also a plastic bag under his left armpit with fresh green wild vegetables emerging.    

    

So he was going to purchase it, and there was no such thing as a quiet scram.    

    

Yue Zitong slightly raised her brows and explained, "I'm not talking about you, I'm scolding those football players."    

    

"Oh, I said you can't be so heartless. Curse me, continue cursing. At the same time, help me curse a few more times, I'll go cook dinner. Um, you're lucky today. I found some fresh shepherd's purse on the way back. "This is good stuff, it's green and nutritious. With an egg and an electric pancake, that taste can make a god drool."    

    

Lee Nanfang put on his shoes and walked past a high-heeled shoe in the kitchen. He casually kicked in front of the sofa and mumbled, "Please respect my hard work from now on, don't throw your shoes around. It's not nice, and it even dirtied the floor."    

    

Only then did Yue Zitong realize that she had been living here for two years. The floor that she dragged down when she cleaned up Lee Nanfang's room that night was much cleaner than when she left in the morning.    

    

Of course she wouldn't admit her mistakes, so she curled her lips: "Tsk, this is my house, okay? I can do whatever I want, can you control it? "    

    

Lee Nanfang ignored her.    

    

A truly intelligent man would never argue with a woman on something like this, because they could come up with ten thousand reasons to explain that they really didn't need to cherish the fruits of someone else's labour.    

    

It would be better to save some energy and cook himself a good treat. Mr. Lee was a carnivorous animal and the light dishes that were suitable for Yue Zitong to eat would disappear in an hour, no matter how much she ate.    

    

Of course, Mr. Lee wasn't so stupid as to go out only when it was about to rain. He only caught a taxi after Yue Zitong got off work. After buying his stuff, he hid in the car and waited for her to get off work.    

    

Regardless of his opinion of Yue Zitong, he had to protect her from the shadows all the time — there was no way around it, if this girl was really in the wrong, he couldn't explain himself to his wife.    

    

Only after following Yue Zitong's car safely into the villa did Lee Nanfang have the mood to admire the rainy day. He noticed that the slope behind the green belt was covered with shepherds' milk.    

    

Lee Nanfang hummed as he thought about his sister's teary ditty. He quickly tidied up the wild vegetables and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.    

    

He had always thought that cooking was like killing someone, and it was worth it for him to wholeheartedly treat it as an art form.    

    

Strictly speaking, cooking was more important than killing people.    

    

Only those arrogant Man's boys treated cooking as a trivial matter that was detrimental to a man's dignity. How could they feel the satisfaction when they made a good meal with their own hands?    

    

Let Yue Zitong do it?    

    

F * ck, stop joking. Who would expect a woman with only noodles in the kitchen to be able to cook delicious food? It must be her head getting kicked by a donkey, or else the rain would have gone down.    

    

"Do you want me to help you?"    

    

Hearing Yue Zitong's voice, Lee Nanfang, who was squatting on the floor picking dishes, turned his head and saw a pair of delicate feet, wearing a pair of red and white crystal slippers.    

    

"Forgot what?"    

    

Yue Zitong was shocked by Lee Nanfang's sudden appearance and asked caringly.    

    

"I forgot to buy two pig's feet. Wen Huo simmered the beans slowly. That was definitely a delicacy in the mortal world. 'Hey, what are you doing? Why did you throw your stinky shoes at me?'    

    

Lee Nanfang's head tilted and the small crystal slippers that Yue Zitong kicked over smashed on his shoulder. He grabbed it and threw it back and shouted, "If you don't want to eat, then just say so! Stop being crazy! How smelly, how many years have you washed your feet for?"    

    

Yue Zitong stepped aside to avoid the flying slippers. She snorted coldly and hopped onto the sofa like a superb Mary.    

    

If she hadn't seen the scum cooking, she wouldn't have let him go so easily. Who told him to look at her perverted feet and call her a pig's foot? Did she really think that Director Yue lacked guts and couldn't tell that he was mocking her?    

    

"An eyeless bastard. Whose pig's feet are so beautiful?"    

    

Yue Zitong thought for a while, stood up from the sofa, and quickly walked up the stairs.    

    

She didn't want this guy to take advantage of her anymore. She had to put on her socks, those thick socks.    

    

After Director Yue took a bath, sat down by the bed with a notebook and summarized the company's proposal. After putting on a set of casual home clothes, Lee Nanfang also put dinner on the table.    

    

A large plate of egg-braised shepherd's purse, white rice rice, half a pot of red-braised meat that could kill a pig, and a green and oily sesame oil on top of it would make one feel good, plus a plate of delicious ginger roots.    

    

"Eldest Boss Yue, do you think I'm satisfied with the dinner I prepared?"    

    

Lee Nanfang, who definitely already ate a few pieces of Red Braised Meat, wiped his shiny lips and pulled up the chair for her with his lackadaisical legs.    

    

"That's about it. I'll make do with it."    

    

Yue Zitong sat down leisurely. Even she herself was puzzled as to why she was so at ease when she accepted this fellow's attentive service. Don't forget that they had just eaten together this morning. Furthermore, it nearly cost her her life last night …    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't expect Yue Zitong to praise him. He smiled magnanimously and asked, "Do you want a drink?"    

    

Yue Zitong didn't object. Some red wine for dinner. It was said that that stuff could be used for beauty, but it was probably some nonsense made for selling wine. In order to coax a woman to get used to drinking, she had to drink red wine.    

    

When Lee Nanfang went to get some wine, the lights suddenly went out and the darkness surrounded Yue Zitong in an instant.    

    

There might be a blackout in the rain, so it was not that surprising. However, Yue Zitong's family did not have any emergency lights prepared. It seemed like they had to rely on the flashlight her phone brought.    

    

As soon as she took out her phone, a warm red light lit up behind her. She turned around and saw Lee Nanfang walking in with a candlestick.    

    

"I heard it was your forty-eighth birthday a few days ago. I don't know either, but I'll give Aunt Yue a warm candlelight dinner tonight as a compensation."    

    

Lee Nanfang walked over with a giggle and placed the candlestick in the middle of the table.    

    

The corner of Yue Zitong's mouth curled up. "You're wrong. I'm 88 this year. You have to call me Grandmother."