Jian Si felt that for someone as smart as Nan Zhan, he seemed difficult to deal with, but sometimes his demands were surprisingly simple.
Like last time he wanted to eat mutton slices cooked in hot pot, and this time he wanted sweet rice balls in wine, none of these were really a big deal.
Jian Si said with a smile, "Okay, let's go buy the ingredients."
When they returned home, Zhengzheng was already asleep, holding a detective book in his hand.
Jian Si tiptoed over, first gently pulling the book from his hands and placing it aside, then pulling the quilt up and tucking his exposed arm back in.
As she gazed at Zhengzheng's peaceful sleeping face,
Jian Si had just stood up when she saw Nan Zhan standing at the door, who seemed to have been watching her for quite a while. Thinking of her actions just now, her cheeks reddened. "What are you doing standing there?"
"This is my house, I have the right to stand anywhere," he replied.
