I'm Not a Detective

"I let you lie to me, I let you bully me, I let you not be a human being!"

Qing Jian Liuli was wearing Taoist uniform, with an angry look on her face, her ponytail swaying, and she punched the sandbag marked with the three characters "Qiyuan Wu" with random punches. The punch made the "Qiyuan Sandbag" tremble continuously, as if it had been electrified.

"You bitch, take another kick from me!" She shouted loudly, gathered all her resentment in one place, turned around and kicked the "Qiyuan Sandbag" high into the air, then jumped back after landing. Then he closed his eyes and slowly concentrated his energy.

After a while, she let out a long breath of turbid air, but she still couldn't relieve her anger when she looked at the dangling "Qiyuan Sandbag", and then snorted: "Damn it, your words don't count at all. Sooner or later, I'll kill you!"

After the morning exercise, she wiped the sweat from her white forehead, untied the ponytail, shook her head and regained her hair, untied the "Seven Original Sandbags" from the tree, and moved them directly back to the warehouse.

Well, it can’t be placed in the yard. These three characters are written relatively large, and writing on a white sandbag is a hundred times more conspicuous than writing on a tree. It would be bad if Takeshi Nanahara comes over one day and is seen by him. , usually still have to be hidden in the warehouse.

After hiding the sandbags, she took a shower, changed into loose home clothes, and went over to find Takeshi Nanahara for breakfast, but she didn't see him, and she didn't know if he hadn't gotten up yet or was on the second floor. Fiddle with something.

She didn't care and went into the kitchen out of habit. She put on her piggy apron and looked at the note on the refrigerator to see what ingredients she would prepare this morning. But she quickly realized that during the compensation period, why should she prepare it? After dinner, he turned around, took off his apron and went out again, picked up the recorder and started practicing.

Damn it, come down and cook!

As expected, Takeshi Nanahara came down quickly, listened to "Song of the Flower Fairy" for a while, nodded slowly, and seemed to appreciate it. Qing Jian Liuli stopped blowing immediately, so she didn't let him enjoy it and looked at him expressionlessly.

Qing Jian Wu Lu waited for a while and saw that she still didn't want to talk and then went into the kitchen. Qing Jian Liuli immediately pricked up her ears and waited for him to angrily ask "Why didn't you prepare food?" In this way, even if he said it first, she would be with him then. After another quarrel, you can let him cook braised pork for lunch.

But after waiting for a minute or two, she didn't hear Takeshi Nanahara ask anything. Instead, she heard him humming a song in a good mood, and making the sound of "clattering" water, as if he didn't care at all whether she had prepared a meal.

Weird, did the Cold War actually cure him of his troubles?

Ten minutes later, Takeshi Nanahara came out with a small earthen pot and two plates of pickles, sat down at the small square table, and started looking at her and smiling again.

Qing Jian Liuli stood up and walked over slowly with an expressionless face. She watched him serve a bowl of porridge, and also served a bowl of porridge for herself. Then she looked at the golden millet porridge, then looked at the two plates of pickles, and endured He couldn't help pouting.

This is too plain, not even a bit meaty?

If I don’t order, am I just going to eat this all day long?

Do you want to force me to speak first?

She wanted to protest, but she lost. She was the first to strike, and she was very hungry, so she couldn't go on a hunger strike to protest, so she could only lower her head and start eating porridge.

Unexpectedly, the millet porridge was also a bit delicious, with a refreshing fragrance and a sweet aftertaste. After two sips and a bite of pickles, the taste turned out to be quite good.

But I still want to eat braised pork!

The more she drank, the more aggrieved she became, and the more aggrieved she became, the hungrier she became. Finally, she drank five bowls in a row and emptied the earthen jar before she stopped. When she got up, her stomach made a "clang, dang, dang, dang, dang," sound.

She was sulky all morning again. At noon, Takeshi Nanabahara saw that she still didn't respond, so he went to cook by himself again. She didn't go to the kitchen to help, and continued the strike. When lunch was ready, a large plate of fried vegetables and two bowls of white rice were put on the table. She still didn't say a word, just sat there quietly cooking the rice, but as she cooked, her tears fell down with a sound.

She still didn't speak, wiped her tears and continued to eat, but the tears couldn't stop at all, and they kept falling like pearls with broken strings. She was so aggrieved.

Takeshi Nanahara glanced at her and couldn't help but smile: "You're so good, why are you crying?"

He gave up and could he cry? He really didn't expect this. He thought she would hold it in for another two days and the two of them would have another quarrel!

Qing Jian Liuli wiped away her tears again, took another mouthful of food, and whispered: "I can cry if I want to, and you don't have to worry about it."

You bitch, he has no other abilities, he will be angry with me all day long, just wait for me...

"You're crying in my house, can I just ignore it?" Military commander Qi Yuan took her job away and said with a smile, "It was you who wanted the cold war. I even asked you if you wanted to reconcile, but you refused. Now I'm crying again, what do you want me to do? Can I beg you to reconcile?"

"Give it back to me. My mother has already paid for the food!" Qingjian Liuli snatched the job back again, wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and choked, "I'm going to have a cold war with you. Why should I be bullied by you like that?" Make peace with you!"

"Then why are you crying again?"

"I just like to cry, and you can't control it!"

Takeshi Nanabahara grew up in the circus, and later he hung out with the "old tricks" and focused on studying his skills to make money. However, he really didn't have much dealings with crybabies. He couldn't help but laugh and said: "That morning I know that there is no salt in the dishes, so you just mix your tears with the rice."

Do you still want to laugh? You are like a dog that has become a spirit!

Qingjian Liuli finally couldn't help it anymore, threw away her job, and her tears flowed more violently, "You are the one eating rice mixed with tears! I am obviously so good to you, but you are blind. I worry about you every day, and I am afraid that you will fall and hit me every day." Well, it turns out you lied to me for more than a month!

My mother has given you money. You should cook for me, but you ask me to cook for you every day. You also ask me to help you remove fish bones, pick out the marrow for you, and wait on you every meal!

I have to massage you all day long, run errands for you, fan you when it’s hot, and get you a blanket when you’re cold. If you feel stuffy, I’ll open the window for you immediately. If you feel noisy, I’ll immediately close the window for you. , in the end you didn’t let me hit you twice to vent my anger, you started scheming against me early on, you insisted on forcing me to forgive you, your words didn’t count, you clearly said you would let me eat whatever I wanted... You lied to me again, and now you don’t even have meat. Got it! "

After talking about it, she started to cry loudly, "You are not a human being at all, I hate you, and I want to have a cold war with you for the rest of my life!"

Uh, this...

The remaining bit of conscience that Takeshi Nanahara had left felt ashamed. Originally, he thought that he had already achieved great success in cultivation and should be similar to a cold-blooded capitalist. The feeling of shame had long since disappeared, but now he started to feel ashamed again.

So I am so unhuman?

He briefly reflected on his lack of practice, sighed, reached out and took out a pack of tissues and handed it to her, smiling sheepishly: "You haven't been ordering, and I can't cook what you like. Ah! Okay, okay, let’s not be angry anymore, make up now, and I’ll do it again... Well, what do you want to eat? Hot pot again? Twice-cooked pork? None of that? Is that braised pork? "

Qingjian Liuli took the tissue, took out a few and began to wipe her tears. Her eye circles were red, and there were teardrops on her eyelashes. She sobbed and said: "You, you don't need to be like this. I don't want your compensation. I eat radishes every day." It doesn’t matter, I won’t make up with you anyway. I keep my word, I won’t hit you. Hitting people is wrong anyway, and I don’t like hitting people, but I won’t make up with you either…”

Halfway through her words, she turned around and blew her nose again. Her nose was red and her eyes were filled with tears as she continued, "I owe you money and I can't pay it back, and I will continue to work for you, but I won't make peace with you. Anyway, I won't make peace with you." If you make peace with each other, then... just keep the cold war."

"I'm convinced." Takeshi Nanahara took out another pack of tissues and gave it to her, sighing, "I just want you to cook more and practice your skills. After all, there's no harm in learning more, and I never want to recover. I don’t want to go to school for the moment, so I can have some time to walk around, and I don’t want the bespectacled girl to bother me all the time. I’m not totally targeting you.”

Qing Jian Liuli's eyes were red and she reached for her job again, burping and saying: "You, you, you don't need to explain, I won't believe you anymore, no matter how nice I am to you, you will still bully me, and I don't want to be nice to you. ”

Takeshi Nanahara took away the rice bowl and vegetables, and said with a helpless smile: "Okay, okay, let's wash your face first, apply it to your eyes, and start eating again later."

It's over. Maybe I really bullied the Tibetan fox this time. My conscience is a little uneasy and I have to repay the debt.

"I won't reconcile with you anyway, and it's useless whatever you do." Qing Jian Liuli was still wiping away tears and hiccupping, feeling aggrieved.

Takeshi Nanahara bullied her like that, it was obviously his fault, why couldn't she be angry. She was even angry, and he still wanted to confront her, and she just wanted to feel aggrieved.

But no, I won’t be with him anymore, and I’ll go find my mother when I’m done.

She sat there for a long time, and finally stopped hiccupping. Takeshi Nanahara came out with a plate of trembling braised pork, steaming it, placed it in front of her, and said with a smile: "Okay, don't be angry, eat quickly. Come on, it’s a huge portion!”

Qingjian Liuli took one look at the oily braised pork, and her stomach immediately growled. She ate a lot at lunch yesterday, and ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles at night, and only mixed water with her in the morning. She was really hungry, but she didn't move her chopsticks, turned her head and said, "I won't eat. I'm not crying for this." I want to eat meat, but I’m not that worthless, I just want to eat the vegetables and rice.”

She cried because Takeshi Nanahara was not a good person and was very kind to him, but he preferred to make her angry. It was definitely not because he was hopeless and wanted to eat meat, but...

This braised pork smells so delicious!

"That's easy to say." Takeshi Nanahara went into the kitchen again, heated up the vegetables and rice, took them out and put them in front of her, and said with a smile, "Anyway, I have fulfilled my promise, you can eat whatever you want."

Qingjian Liuli felt better after crying for a while. She picked up the vegetables with chopsticks and put them in a bowl, then started to cook rice. Takeshi Nanahara sat back opposite her, stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of braised pork, and checked the color first. After confirming that the skill of the knife was top-notch, it had three layers of fat and thin. He put it in his mouth and tasted it. He smiled and said: "It's good. It's sweet and soft, fat but not greasy. You can try it with pig hind legs next time. It should also have a unique flavor."

Qingjian Liuli didn't even look at it and just ate vegetables and rice. Takeshi Nanahara took another bite and said with a smile: "I'm already crying. If I don't eat, won't my crying be in vain? Eat it quickly!"

"I told you I'm not crying because I want to eat meat!" Qing Jian Liuli plucked the rice and said in a thick nasal voice, "You should give up, I won't make up with you!"

Takeshi Nanahara didn't mind whether we reconciled or not, and said with a smile: "You can still eat meat even if you don't reconcile! Otherwise, how about we stop having a cold war while eating and continue the cold war after eating? The cold war doesn't matter until next year."

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old?" Qing Jian Liuli didn't do this. How could the cold war happen at intervals?

She stirred up the rice vigorously, planning to finish it quickly and stay away from the braised pork, or go home directly. She was so angry that she cried just now. It was so embarrassing that she had to find a place to hide.

"Try it, it tastes really good." Takeshi Nanahara changed his chopsticks to pick up a piece of braised pork and stuffed it into her mouth, and said with a smile, "Okay, don't be angry, let's just be good friends again!"

Seeing that Liuli kept her mouth shut and refused to eat, Qingqing was directly smeared with oil. She waved her chopsticks to drive him away and said angrily: "Damn you, I told you not to eat. Don't stop me from eating!"

"Then put it in your bowl." Takeshi Nanahara put the braised pork in her bowl, changed the chopsticks and ate his own with a smile.

Qing Jian Liuli snorted disdainfully and pulled the braised pork aside, determined not to touch it - her tutor did not allow her to throw back the food she put in her bowl, so she could only pull it aside, but she didn't touch it. Taking a mouthful of rice, I felt that the rice covered with oil was indeed so sweet. I lowered my head and licked my lips, licking all the oil from my mouth into my stomach, and quickly took two more bites of rice while taking advantage of the good taste.

It sure tastes delicious, if you take a bite...

No, I can’t give in. I’ll go home after finishing the job and never talk to him again.

Takeshi Nanabahara looked at her with a smile, then used chopsticks to chop up the braised pork in her bowl and mixed it up randomly.

Seeing Liuli open his chopsticks, Qing couldn't bear it and said: "You have no manners at all. How can you just poke around in other people's bowls? How can others eat like this?"

"I'm sorry, I won't poke you anymore, just eat it!" Takeshi Qihara smiled and stopped.

"It's so annoying." Qingjian Liuli couldn't help but looked at the messy rice. She could only lower her head and continue eating, "Even if you force me to eat meat, I won't reconcile with you!"

Takeshi Nanahara took another piece of meat to her and said with a smile: "Of course, it doesn't matter if we never reconcile. You are crying today. You are the biggest. You have the final say. I will listen to you."

"I'm not crying." Qingjian Liuli muttered, lowered his head and continued to cook the rice, still refusing to touch the intact piece of meat, but it was inevitable that he would accidentally touch it, let the meat roll on the rice, and rub some oil and water down - —Nowadays, the amount of training every day is too large. What can we do without fuel and water?

Takeshi Nanabahara pretended that he couldn't see it, smiled and pinched a piece for her, and then said seriously: "Qingmi-san, I never told you, thank you for taking good care of me in the past month and a half, even if I was pretending to be blind, but Thank you for taking care of me for free."

Qing Jian Liuli shook her head, and it sounded a bit like the truth. Suddenly she didn't feel so aggrieved. She lowered her head and took the meat into her mouth. When she tasted it, it was indeed plump and sweet, especially delicious. She couldn't help but hummed softly.

Tsk, what’s the use of talking nonsense like this now?

However, you still have some conscience and can fart.

Takeshi Nanahara gave her another piece of braised pork, put it in her bowl, and continued to eat it with a smile.

Qing Jian Liuli took the braised pork and rice into her mouth. The aroma filled her mouth. She hummed again, raised her head and rolled her eyes at him.

Bastard, don't just put the meat in. Pour me some soup. The greasy bibimbap will be delicious!