Forces of Temptation

After Yu Tuisi ate some bread to pad his stomach, he was carried by Chen Sufeng into the crib on time.

He also has a nap task.

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

Jiang Fang said gently: "I'll do it a little bit."

He went to the kitchen and chose a few dishes that were easily spoiled: "Stuffed meat with eggplant, Mapo tofu, shredded potatoes, shrimp and seaweed soup, plus a 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 glanced at the table that looked like a collection of the entire periodic table of elements, and instructed Nan Zhoudao: "Bring the pot in. Make a soup pot out."

The kitchen door is closed, and the stagnant atmosphere is smoothly isolated from the outside.

The sound of washing and washing under the two-phase silence is somewhat indescribably warm.

Today, Nan Zhou has done everything possible 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 to look at him: "... homesick?"

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

Jiang Fang suddenly said, "Let me taste that chicken wing."

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

Jiang Fang calmly accepted the feeding.

Very 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 rubbed the new plate from the bowl rack to a lustrous finish, but there was a glimmer of perseverance in his eyes: "Why don't you call me?"

"Hmm." Nan Zhou replied 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."

Nanzhou's eyes that have been quiet as Gujing suddenly lit up: "Can we do it here?"

Jiang Fang opened the refrigerator and checked the ingredients one by one: "You can have a pot. Don't you know."

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

Jiang Fang gave him a deliberate look, and smiled: "I know."

If you 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 for you to eat another meal I made.

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 and apron of the pressure cooker."

Jiang Fang had already lifted the lid of the pot when Nan Zhou spoke out to dissuade him.

Unlike other pots, there are always many dead spots that cannot be cleaned in the pressure cooker, 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 Nanzhou Diancai went out just now, I didn't have time to tell everyone about it.

Jiang Fang turned around and looked at Nanzhou: "...Not long ago, did someone use a pressure cooker?"

Nanzhou: "It's possible."

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

Jiang Fang put his fingers into the pot.

The pot is clean.

However, the subtle touch on the inner wall cannot deceive people.

…an indescribable, sickeningly creamy.

Jiang Fang raised his finger and placed it in the sun to take a closer look.

Sitting in the north-south kitchen, it was filled with the drowsy afternoon sun.

Jiang Fang's fingers glowed with a light glaze in the bright sunlight.

…is oil.

A woman whose traces have been wiped from her home.

A pressure cooker with delicate oil flowers.

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 confirm first. Or do you want to confirm after finishing the meal?"

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

Nanzhou is quite straightforward: "Okay."

Nan Zhou asked again: "Do you think the same thing as me?"

Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou looked at each other for a few seconds before blurting out.

Nanzhou: "floor drain."

Jiang Fang: "Water bill."

Nanzhou: “…”

Jiang Fang: “…”

In 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 could not react for a while.

The fitness coach and Chen Sufeng are not available.

The former went to stare at the sleeping Yu Tuisi.

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

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

Shen Jie: "Rice..."

Jiang Fang waved her hand gently to her, motioned 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.

Skinny 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 are only the floors and wallpapers left behind. No…"

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

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

Skinny Monkey: “…”

Because Nan Zhou was holding this box all the time, they forgot the existence of the box.

The blind spot of thinking is the truth.

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 like a paper walnut—

Pack—

Under everyone's eyes, the wooden box he was holding in his hand collapsed in half.

Nanzhou's other hand 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 had not been pierced by him, together with the contents of the box Open a skylight-

A stack of invoices and various bills immediately caught your eye.

Shen Jie suddenly took a breath.

She still remembers what she said to Nan Zhou in the morning, half reminder and half sarcasm: "This kind of thing with a lock needs a key to break open. You use something to pry it, no significance."

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.

…Understood, please stop arguing.

Nanzhou didn't seem to care about this, just came over to help and squeeze a box.

He seemed to be eager to confirm something. 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 removed the lock and the It was disconnected from the lid of the box.

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

Thinking about the meaning behind his action, the thin monkey almost fell down in one breath: "…"

You dry 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 has worked in a bank and has seen how his predecessors counted banknotes manually.

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

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

He used his ring finger and **** to firmly hold the document about one and a half knuckles thick, and his thumb was used to turn the page and check.

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

But the machine does not have such discernment.

Because he quickly drew the water bill he wanted from the middle of the bill.

He extended his hand to Li Yinhang: "Mobile phone."

Li Yinhang's scalp was numb due to the smooth operation of the two bosses, and he was stunned. At this time, he heard Jiang Fang's order and hurriedly took out the mobile phone from the warehouse. When I accidentally slipped my hand—

Not waiting for her to panic, Jiang Fang volleyed and grabbed the dropped mobile phone, and nodded to Li Yinhang gentleman: "Thank you."

Under the full signal, according to the water supply hotline marked at the bottom of a water bill, in this sky pavilion, where he did not know the door, location, and floor, he dialed the The first call to contact the outside world.

"Hello."

"Hello~~"

Youyou'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, pretending to be a friendly human.

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

Jiang Fang's expression did not change at all.

Courteous: "Hello. 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.

The naked Chen Sufeng: "…"

He took off his naked body and was dipping water with a towel and giving himself an artificial shower.

A half-centimeter of water had 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 or not wearing clothes, there was no difference in his eyes.

He asked, "You said that 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 and free of any debris.

Nan Zhou had no disgust, and put his index finger into the depths of the floor drain, scrambling back and forth to find something.

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

…a small silver key stuck in the floor drain.

Because of dealing with the box all morning, Nan Zhou knew at a glance that the serrated outline of the key perfectly matched the document box that he crushed.

This key was probably lost accidentally.

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 may slide 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 horizontally.

At the moment, entangled with this 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 the next bed to wash his face in the morning echoed in his ears.

—“The sewer in the master bedroom is a little blocked.”

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

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 Nanzhou for collecting the clue "Grease in the pressure cooker"]

[Congratulations to player Nanzhou for collecting the clue "Scalp in the Sewer"]

[Five clues have been collected, and achievements are being synthesized—]

[Congratulations to players Jiang Fang and Nanzhou of the "Lifang Ark" team for getting "Xiao Ming's Daily" main story reward x1, each rewarded with 500 experience points—]

Shen Jie's pretty face is changing, red and white are intertwined.

…Oops.

She went a bit exaggerated this time.

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Brother Fang's Melaleuca routine of chasing his wife: Grab the stomach of his daughter-in-law and call his daughter-in-law his brother.