Chapter 26 Low Phosphorus "Meow~"
A furry thing rubbed against her feet. Shen Nanzhi lowered her head and saw the Ragdoll cat holding her calf with its two front legs. It raised its head and looked at her fawningly with its beautiful emerald eyes, and kept nuzzling her with its head obediently.
"Little guy, doesn't it hurt?"
Shen Nanzhi picked up the ragdoll cat and checked its paws. The kitten was not honest, and deliberately stepped on her hand with its pink feet, which were soft and warm. "Don't make trouble, let me take a look at the wound."
"Meow~"
Shen Nanzhi forcefully lifted each of the cat's paws to check. They were all intact. Only then did she notice that the bloody cat claws on the floor had disappeared out of thin air, leaving only the fragments of the glass vase.
Also, how can a cat raised in a weird way be an ordinary cat?
She rubbed the cat from its head to its tail and stroked it made a comfortable purring sound in its throat, and Shen Nanzhi rubbed its little head heavily several times. "Okay, let's play."
She swept the floor with the tools placed in the corner of the living room and was about to dump the glass fragments into the trash can when she found a piece of paper on top of the black trash bag.
After a symbolic hesitation for a second, Shen Nanzhi reached out and picked up the sketch paper.
There were only simple line drawings on it, with a couple wearing bright red Chinese wedding clothes sitting in the high hall. The line drawing was 36% similar to the [-]-inch wedding photos she saw on TV.
After dealing with the glass residue on the ground, the wall clock pointed to 11:27. During this period, Zheng Shuyi called again, saying that he would be home in half an hour.
Shen Nanzhi kept paying attention to the time and said in her heart.
The flow rate is normal at this time.
She entered the kitchen on time, and the first thing she did was turn on the faucet and wash her hands. Because she didn't want to risk entering the toilet, which is a high-risk area in horror movies, she endured it for three minutes.
The water in the faucet was translucent. Shen Nanzhi suddenly turned off the faucet, but her palms were still burning.
This body must have been painted. As soon as the water touched her skin, it quickly turned flesh-colored and flowed through the fingers and into the sewer.
"Tsk, are you going to cook directly without washing your hands in the future?"
Shen Nanzhi opened the upper shelf of the refrigerator. There was a menu posted on the inner shelf. Mornings, noon and evenings from Monday to Sunday were neatly listed. On the right side it read: Boil two eggs at noon every day.
On that piece of paper, only apples were marked with an asterisk under the even-numbered weeks. There was a line of text in brackets at the bottom: Pay attention to phosphorus intake and eat a light diet.
She ordered the lunch box from last Friday, which still contained two dishes, fried cucumber and steamed chicken.
Shen Nanzhi completed these two dishes according to the standards of a weight loss meal and cooked two eggs as required.
When Zheng Shuyi opened the door, she had just taken off her apron.
His eyes fell on the dining table, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, almost imperceptibly, he put his briefcase on the coffee table, and entered the kitchen to wash his hands.
Shen Nanzhi has already set out the dishes and chopsticks.
"Have you encountered anything strange today?" Zheng Shuyi pushed his chair away and sat across from her, rolling up one of his sleeves and asking suddenly.
Although his tone was still cold, Shen Nanzhi felt a bit friendly.
"There's something weird about television today."
"Really?" He paused and looked up, his deep black eyes under the broken hair making it difficult to see his emotions.
Zheng Shuyi stood up suddenly, casually picked up the chair he had just sat on and walked towards the living room. Shen Nanzhi heard a loud noise and saw him insert the chair leg into the TV.
He pulled out the chair like a knife stained with blood, and returned with the chair without changing his expression, leaving behind the broken TV set that fell heavily to the floor.
Zheng Shuyi picked up the chopsticks. "Anything else weird?"
"Your roses have been picked."
"Oh. I'll plant it again at night."
He picked up an egg and cracked it gently on the table. His face was still emotionless and seemed numb. "Gone?" Shen Nanzhi recalled for a while and said uncertainly. "Gone."
Zheng Shuyi is very good at peeling eggs. The surface of the shelled egg is smooth without any small pits. He breaks it open, takes out the yolk, and swallows it quickly like eating an eye. His Adam's apple rolls up and down.
"Come on." He stretched out his fingers and pinched the egg whites. "You eat this."
Shen Nanzhi lifted the bowl and took it without knowing why, and ate it bravely under his burning eyes. This meal was really painful to eat, and she hated all tasteless food.
Zheng Shuyi cracked a hard-boiled egg again and peeled off the eggshell very seriously, as seriously as he was completing a work of art.
"Come."
Shen Nanzhi had no choice but to eat the egg whites again.
Zheng Shuyi finally started to eat, because both dishes were tasteless. When he took the first bite, his brows furrowed slightly, and then quickly relaxed.
"There are apples at the bottom of the refrigerator. Remember to rinse them with water before you eat them."
"I see."
Under Zheng Shuyi's excessive attention, Shen Nanzhi had an extremely painful meal. Not only was it tasteless, but she also had to pay attention to the she noticed that when she ate a big meal, his expression would relax.
Zheng Shuyi ate too politely, the kind of person who had to chew twenty or thirty mouthfuls of rice. Shen Nanzhi was so slow that she worried about missing the time allowed to enter the kitchen.
"Are you done eating?" he asked.
Shouldn't I be the one to ask you this question?Big brother.
"All right."
Zheng Shuyi consciously picked up the dishes and went into the kitchen and started cleaning them. "You go to the sofa and sit down to eat. You can watch TV."
Zheng Shuyi suddenly remembered his actions just now, a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, and he changed his words. "You can play with my phone, it's in the briefcase."
Only then did Shen Nanzhi remember the broken vase and was cautiously honest. "A glass vase broke."
Zheng Shuyi didn't care which vase it was, but asked. "You're not hurt, are you?"
"fine."
The weird feeling in my heart is getting deeper and deeper.
Shen Nanzhi opened Zheng Shuyi's cell phone, entered his birthday from memory, and successfully unlocked it.
Out of a woman's sixth sense, Shen Nanzhi clicked on the text message immediately. The text message column was very clean, with only one MMS message from April 4th, which was a promotional poster for Qingping Apartment.
Seven white artistic words occupy 2/5 of the green cover: Buy an apartment and beat inflation.
Another line of white text in a dialog box is equally eye-catching: Now it only costs 27000/square meter.
The bottom few rows are black text: Qingping Apartment, looking for what you have lost, looking for what you have not obtained, and fulfilling all your wishes.
How come it's like a cult.
When Shen Nanzhi was waiting for the bus at university, she received a similar leaflet from an old woman. The old man kept mumbling in her ear that only a vegetarian diet could save the world.
Now that she saw the promotional poster for Qingping Apartment, she felt the same sense of absurdity.
Shen Nanzhi could only recognize the three characters "Dr. Tang" in the vx contact, but there was no chat record when she clicked on it, and other contacts and chat records were all garbled.
"Stop checking, there are no girls in there." Zheng Shuyi suddenly appeared like a ghost and took away the phone, but the corners of his mouth were curved in a rare way, and his eyes were bright, inexplicably happy.
(End of this chapter)