Strongest Guard

When Yue Zitong woke up the next day, she felt dizzy and weak all over. This was the aftermath of a serious lack of sleep.    

    

After staring at the ceiling for a long time, Yue Zitong finally came to a conclusion: Lee Nanfang was just a piece of trash. Speaking of those despicable methods in the martial arts world, Heaven's Pride Girl, who had always been in the upper echelons of society, was definitely not his match.    

    

This was like competing against a pig for food. If you could eat more, could you even be compared to a pig?    

    

Zeng Guofan once said: the three do not fight, do not fight with the name of the gentleman, do not fight with the villain, do not fight with the heaven and earth.    

    

Lee Nanfang was definitely a despicable person. Yue Zitong would only look for trouble like last night when her brain was flooded with water.    

    

Of course, this matter could not be let go just like that. Yue Zitong raised her arm to smell the air, and it seemed like she could still smell the disgusting odor of Stinky Foot s.    

    

There would definitely be plenty of opportunities in the future. Director Yue didn't believe that with her intelligence, how could she not be a scum?    

    

Lee Nanfang, one day, I will let you know how powerful I am.    

    

Yue Zitong's mood finally improved after she had been enlightened in her heart for a while. She turned around and sat up.    

    

After she had finished washing up, she deliberately wiped the shadow from her eyes to cover her dark circles before leisurely walking out of the bedroom.    

    

The dregs were not in the living room. Instead, there was a jingling sound coming from the kitchen and a fragrance was coming from there. Director Yue Qiong slightly wrinkled her nose and started to eat.    

    

Many girls, whether cold, elegant, or pure to the point of being messy, in fact, no matter in their own home, whether it was cooking or cleaning, it was all a mess, especially people like Director Yue who lived alone in this villa and lived independently for more than two years.    

    

Oh, and of course some more salt.    

    

She had never smelled such an alluring aroma of food in her own home before.    

    

The scum was cooking?    

    

Scum can cook?    

    

Where did you get the ingredients to cook the dregs? I remember clearly that the refrigerator in the kitchen is so empty that you can use it to run a mouse.    

    

Yue Zitong was a little surprised and a little expectant at the same time. She could not help but quickly walk down the stairs and arrive at the kitchen door.    

    

Lee Nanfang wore an apron, and on his head he wore a hat made of magazine paper. What was laughable was that on the back of his head, there was an ugly woman. She moved along with his humming and shaking his head.    

    

He was stir-frying tomato eggs. With a spoon in his right hand and a spoon in his left hand, he shook his wrist amidst the sizzling oil. The dishes in the spoon agilely rolled before landing inside with incomparable accuracy.    

    

Looking at Lee Nanfang's back, Yue Zitong suddenly thought of something: A man's appearance when working seriously is the most lovable.    

    

Lee Nanfang, who was cooking now, could be considered to have worked seriously, right?    

    

Especially when he moved like this, it looked as if he was moving in a natural manner, bringing with him an otherworldly feeling. It was as if he wasn't cooking, but was making a work of art.    

    

Unknowingly, Yue Zitong was mesmerized and serene, like a Mary in Notre Dame.    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't even use a spoon after stir-frying the tomato and egg. With a slight flick of his left hand, the red and white vegetables flew out and landed on the plates on the cupboard without missing a drop of soup.    

    

"Outside."    

    

Lee Nanfang snapped his fingers, praised himself a little, then turned his head and smiled: "You're up?"    

    

"Yes, I'm up."    

    

After Yue Zitong nodded, she felt that her tone was so gentle. Shouldn't she turn around and leave with a cold face and a raised chin, making people feel like she was too lazy to care about his arrogance?    

    

"Wait a minute, there's a plate of yam that hasn't been cooked yet. Go outside and take a breath of fresh air, preferably a few minutes laughing foolishly at the sun, and you'll feel good about it all day. That's what I've learned over the years, and I don't want to tell him.    

    

Lee Nanfang spoke endlessly as he picked up the lid of the electric cooker and checked the millet congee that was simmering.    

    

Tsk, who cares about your experience?    

    

Yue Zitong wanted to curl her lips and say this, but she didn't. Even she was wondering how she could listen to him. She walked out of the living room and stood in the yard. After taking a few deep breaths, she revealed her eight teeth to the sun.    

    

There was a book that said that girls who liked to laugh usually had good luck.    

    

However, the way Director Yue smiled at the sun, wasn't it supposed to be very bright and charming? Why did it sound like he was laughing foolishly?    

    

If it wasn't because that guy knew how to cook, Director Yue would definitely rush over and beat him up to let him see the sharp demeanor of the ace agent!    

    

He was trying to curry favor with me, hoping that I would be generous enough to let him off the hook.    

    

Forget it, forget it. Seeing that he can still be considered useful, I won't fight with a small person. Who told me to be so magnanimous all the time?    

    

Looking at the smiling Director Yue, Lee Nanfang's voice came from the living room, "Darling, it's time to eat breakfast!"    

    

This sound should have been a warm treasure in the girl's ears, and it also erased the bit of good impression Director Yue had of him. When she turned around and looked at him again, her pretty face was full of wind and frost, as if she had been standing in the open air for the whole night.    

    

"Aunt, let's eat, hehe."    

    

After feeling Director Yue's sharpness, Lee Nanfang snickered a few times before shrinking his neck and running into the kitchen.    

    

Three dishes: fried tomato eggs, stir-fried yam, chilled lettuce, red as the morning sun, white as the morning sun, green as the jade, and golden scrambled eggs. These four colors reflected each other's colors, and even the people with the least appetite couldn't help but swallow their saliva.    

    

Furthermore, there was also the fragrant millet porridge. On the plate, there were more than twenty red eggs.    

    

"Aunt, after you."    

    

Lee Nanfang pulled up the chair for Director Yue in a very f * cking manner. He raised his hand and made a gesture of "please".    

    

Now he called Director Yue his aunt, which was a nice name.    

    

Yue Zitong glanced at him and sat down gracefully. With a frown, she asked, "Why are you cooking so many eggs?"    

    

"Of course it's to eat."    

    

Lee Nanfang picked up his chopsticks and paused at the dining table to answer.    

    

"You can eat so much?"    

    

"Do you think other people are like you, who don't eat at all and are feeding birds? Little aunt, don't be angry. Being angry so early in the morning means that you won't have much luck staying idle all day."    

    

"Hmph."    

    

Yue Zitong snorted. She picked up her chopsticks and picked up a piece of yam. Just as she was about to put it in her mouth, she suddenly asked, "You didn't spit in the dish, did you?"    

    

Lee Nanfang frowned and then smiled: "Aunt, you are so smart, you can even guess that kind of thing."    

    

Actually, Yue Zitong regretted it the moment she said those words.    

    

She felt that her words were blasphemy to this fellow who had toiled all morning. Especially after seeing him frown, she still felt guilty. She felt that she had let him down.    

    

However, she would not apologize to him. As for her seniors, even if she were to say something wrong, for the sake of her dignity, she could not apologize to her juniors. As long as she could eat the food he cooked, it would be his greatest reward.    

    

Scum's cooking skills were quite good, much better than those chefs in the company canteen who were full of fat. However, his eating speed was like that of a reincarnated hungry ghost, and he was also a reincarnated pig.    

    

Could a normal person eat seventeen to eighteen cooked eggs in one meal?    

    

Luckily, he was aware of himself. Every dish only had half of a plate, so he wouldn't throw the chopsticks around like a chick throwing away its food. If that really happened, Director Yue's good mood would definitely be ruined.    

    

Yue Zitong had a bowl of porridge, a cooked egg and a dozen chopsticks. Compared to the usual breakfast, her appetite had grown a lot.    

    

Most of the time, she wouldn't eat breakfast.    

    

Yue Zitong put down the chopsticks, picked up the paper and elegantly wiped the corner of her mouth. Then, she saw Lee Nanfang pull the rest of her dishes into his bowl, scoop up another spoonful of porridge and start eating.    

    

"You, you're eating my leftovers?"    

    

Yue Zitong was slightly surprised.    

    

"When I was hungry, I fought with Dogman for food."    

    

Lee Nanfang answered without raising his head.    

    

"How dare you mock me as … as …"    

    

Yue Zitong was furious again.    

    

Lee Nanfang put down the bowl and shook his head, then said lightly: "I didn't mean that, I'm just speaking the truth."    

    

Yue Zitong was silent.    

    

She could see from Lee Nanfang's eyes that he really wasn't mocking her, he was just speaking the truth, or perhaps he didn't want to waste any food.    

    

"Cough, sorry, I misunderstood."    

    

Yue Zitong coughed dryly and apologized generously.    

    

"Nothing."    

    

Lee Nanfang smiled as he took out a coin, put it in his palm and reached it in front of her.    

    

"What do you mean?"    

    

Yue Zitongdai frowned slightly and asked, "What? Is this the price of buying vegetables from me?"    

    

The refrigerator in her kitchen was so empty that it could be used to cook mice. Of course, Lee Nanfang bought the ingredients for breakfast from the outside.    

    

If you want to buy something, you have to pay. There's nothing to say about that.    

    

"Hey, it's only thirty to fifty yuan, I don't even see it as a small sum. Besides, you already let me stay in your house, and now you're giving me a set of worn out clothes that you don't want. How can I ask you for more money to buy food? "    

    

After hearing Lee Nanfang's words, Yue Zitong really wanted to get up and ask him who in his family wore the worn-out clothes and didn't even cut off their brand tag!    

    

However, in order to maintain a good mood, Director Yue endured it and said, "Then show me this dollar, what do you mean?"    

    

"Let's take a gamble."    

    

"Gamble?" "Betting on what?"    

    

"In accordance with the principle of the primacy of women, you can choose whether you want a word or a flower, or you can choose to flip a coin. If you lose, you have to wash the pots and dishes. As for the winner, you can sit on the sofa with your legs crossed and pretend to be a lord. "    

    

Lee Nanfang's explanation was simple and easy to understand.    

    

Yue Zitong bit her lips. She didn't expect him to use a coin to do something as simple as washing the dishes and washing the dishes — he really was a scum!    

    

Seeing Director Yue's dark and uncertain face that seemed to be ready to fall out with him, Lee Nanfang snickered: "Hehe, if you don't agree, then whatever, it's just washing the pots and dishes, it's not a big deal, I'll just suffer a bit..."    

    

Yue Zitong grabbed the coin and said coldly, "Will I take advantage of you?"    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't say anything, he just raised his hand and made a gesture of "please".    

    

"I want it literal."    

    

As Yue Zitong spoke, she flipped the coin with her thumb, causing it to flip and jump up.    

    

Under the watchful gaze of the two eyes, the coin clanged against the table, trembling a few times and stopped moving.    

    

Lee Nanfang heaved a sigh of relief and stood up with a smile. "Today, I am the lord."