An Ning looked at An Guoming who was distracted and didn't answer the questions he asked, and asked worriedly: "Second brother, are you okay?"

"Ah? It's okay, it's okay."

An Guoming shook his head, calmed his beating heart, and tried to erase the scene he just saw.

"Little sister, let's go."

An Ning kept up with An Guoming, who was not quite right, and didn't understand what was going on for a while.

The tickets for the two of them are for more than an hour, so it's not too late to get there now.

After getting on the train, An Guoming's mood was still a bit complicated.

Sitting quietly aside, completely unaware of the changes in An Guoming's heart.

The two are going to the county where they plan to buy a shop and a house.

According to the two people's plan, the store they opened should be large and comprehensive, and it should be opened in a big city.

As for Sanhe Town and the county seat, it is because this is their hometown, and one of them must be better.

A few hours later, the two arrived at the county seat, but it was getting late.

An Guoming, a familiar person, took An Ning to a place, but it was not a guest house.

When the two arrived at a two-story building, An Guoming knocked on the door.

"Coming--"

A somewhat groggy and old voice, followed by slow footsteps, got closer and closer.

The door to the small courtyard on the second floor was opened from the inside, and a stooped old man, holding a flashlight, shouted in surprise.

"Second Young Master!"

An Ning turned her head to look at An Guoming, only to see An Guoming clearing his throat in embarrassment.

"Everyone has a dream of being a young master."

He introduced to the old man who opened the door: "This is my little sister, we are staying here today."

"Okay, I'm going to clean the room right now."

"Fortunately, everything is clean. I clean it every day."

The old man held a flashlight, illuminated the two people, and led the way.

An Ning kept staring at An Guoming, who explained: "The house I bought has Lao Qutou in front, who is alone. I hired him to look after the house."

"The second young master is a good man."

Lao Qutou opened the door and lit the lamp in the room.

The living room should be very spacious and fully furnished, but the furniture is covered with a large white cloth.

But as Lao Qutou said, the house was very clean and there was no smell of dust.

An Ning and An Guoming settled down in two rooms on the second floor.

Put away your luggage and go downstairs to have a look.

I happened to see An Guoming preparing to cook in the kitchen.

She simply walked into the kitchen and happened to see An Guoming preparing to stir-fry.

She had a strange expression, glanced at An Guoming, and then at the pot in his hand.

"Second brother, why are you frying salt and eggs?"

"What?"

An Guoming, who had recovered his soul, glanced at the vegetable pot.

Among the white salt grains, a few pieces of yellow eggs were scattered here and there.

"New dishes, new dishes."

"Can I not eat this new dish?"

An Ning is a little worried about her taste buds. She is used to the cooking skills of Master Tang and Jiang Xia. No matter how bad they are, it is Lin Cuihua.

An Guoming lowered his head and continued. He picked up a few raw eggs, washed them and put them in a salt pan.

"This is called salt-baked eggs, and it's delicious. Just wait."

"Really? Then why did you break the egg before?"

An Ning was a little doubtful, but An Guoming pushed her and said, "You can't cook, you don't understand."

"Just go out and wait."

An Ning curled her lips and went out.

She really can't cook.

People who can't cook have no say.

An Ning went out and saw old man Qu in the hall. She walked over and chatted with him.

From the chat between the two, An Ning learned that Old Qu only helped An Guoming once and was remembered by An Guoming.

After An Guoming bought the house, he invited Old Man Qu to show him the house, but in fact he gave Old Man Qu a place to stay.

"Well, my second brother is pretty good."

An old man and a young man chatted. An Ning had no concept of superiority and inferiority and would not look down on anyone.

Old man Qu has experienced the world and is a transparent old man. He does not rely on his old age to show off his old age. The two of them are calm and chatting as if they are equals.

"It's time to eat!"

An Guoming called for dinner, and An Ning went to help.

Old Man Qu was also invited, and the three of them came together.

At the dinner table, An Ning peeled open a salt-baked egg, took a bite, and said in shock: "Second brother, you are right!"

"Haha, right? If you like it, eat more."

An Guoming felt guilty, but An Ning didn't care for the time being.

After dinner, An Ning washed the dishes.

The three of them rested separately and had a peaceful night's sleep without even a dream.

After waking up, I feel refreshed.

She walked out of the room and happened to see An Guoming holding a sheet.

"Second brother, what are you doing with the sheets?"

An Guoming's embarrassment is about to reach the sky.

"I accidentally spilled some water when I drank it this morning. Please wash it and dry it."

"oh."

An Ning walked past An Guoming, twitched her nose slightly, and muttered: "What does it smell like?"

An Guoming was so frightened that he quickly walked away and secretly washed the sheets alone.

It’s not easy for a single young man in his twenties!

Old man Qu bought breakfast.

Xiaolongbao, soy milk, tofu curd, pickles.

It tastes good and An Ning eats a lot.

An Guoming didn't have much appetite, and he kept yawning.

"Second brother, you didn't sleep well last night?"

"Yes, I accept the bed."

After An Guoming finished speaking, he saw Old Man Qu and An Ning looking at him.

"I've been living at home during this period and haven't gone out. I'm still a little uncomfortable getting used to it, but I'll be fine in two days."

An Guoming explained that there was nothing serious wrong, and An Ning and Old Man Qu continued to eat.

An Guoming yawned again and took a sip of soy milk without energy.

That night, he actually had a dream.

But even so, An Guoming is not sure of anything. Is he such a shallow person?

Yin Xuemei looked back and smiled, making her uneasy.

An Guoming was not sure of his thoughts and would not say anything at all. He would wait and talk first.

When I get busy, I forget everything.

He persuaded himself that it might have some effect. An Guoming ate a few steamed buns and drank a bowl of soy milk.
To be continued...