Reborn 1980: Scientific research leader farms to serve the motherland

After a brief communication with Luo Li'an Guoping, An Ning decided to let An Zhichen live here for a week or two.

An Zhichen has two pieces of luggage, a very period leather suitcase and a briefcase.

Half of the entire suitcase is filled with books, and the other half is neatly stacked, a bit old-fashioned clothes.

An Zhichen's youthful maturity is different from Jiang Wancheng's.

Jiang Wancheng is a mature person who is full of the atmosphere of a big sister. She will make people convinced.An Zhichen's youth and maturity are seen as weird and strange children in the eyes of others.

On the day they received An Zhichen, An Ning and Jiang Xia did not go out. Instead, they tidied An Zhichen's room at home.

Fortunately, the weather in June is neither too cold nor too hot, and the other free room can be occupied by simply tidying it up.

Cleaning, burning kang, and drying quilts.

After sorting it out, an afternoon passed.

In the evening, Jiang Xia cooked, fried eggs with cucumbers and tomato and beef brisket soup.

Two dishes, enough for three people.

When the three of them sat down, An Zhichen didn't move his chopsticks, but just looked at the dishes on the plate in a daze.

"Xiao Chen? What are you thinking about? Eat."

"Auntie, cucumbers and eggs are next to each other. I don't like them."

An Ning was not in a hurry and asked calmly: "Why can't we be next to each other?"

"I like my foods not to clash, and I don't like them to be mixed together."

There is indeed something wrong, but it's not a big problem.

"Wait."

An Ning stood up, beat new eggs, fried them again, took a fresh cucumber, cut it into slices, rearranged it on the plate without frying it, and put it on An Zhichen's plate.

"Thank you aunt, I will eat them all."

An Zhichen did it.

As for the other tomato beef brisket, An Zhichen drank the soup and ate a few pieces of beef.

An Ning asked why this was edible.

An Zhichen told them that they all melted together and could not be seen in the soup, so that was okay.

Therefore, those who see do not like to be confused, but those who cannot see do.

That night, An Zhichen sat in a chair and read a book until very late.

"Xiao Chen, wash your face and brush your teeth."

"Auntie, 10 minutes."

With a "touch", An Ning pushed the door open and came in, standing at the door with her hands on her waist.

"No, that's what you said 10 minutes ago. According to the thickness of this book, you are bound to finish it tonight. Go brush your teeth and wash your face."

"aunt--"

"If you don't go, the book will be confiscated."

An Zhichen sighed unhappily, closed the book, placed it in the upper right corner of the table, put on his slippers, and reluctantly went out to wash up.

"Auntie, you always say you confiscate my books."

"Does it work?"

An Zhichen's face wrinkled and he nodded.

"That's alright! Come on, let me tell you, you have to listen to me in my house, you know?"

The oppressed An Zhichen began to doubt whether his choice to find his aunt was right?

"If I had known, I wouldn't have come to see my aunt."

"If you didn't come to me, you would have been dragged back by your mother."

"that's true."

After An Zhichen washed up, he climbed onto the kang, covered with quilt and lying down in an orderly manner.

To be honest, An Ning felt that dead people were not as honest as An Zhichen.

"Good night."

"Good night, aunt."

"Are you sure you don't need me to accompany you?"

"Auntie, I am a high school student."

An Ning smiled slightly, a nine-year-old high school student.

"OK, good night."

An Ning turned off the lights, closed the door and returned to the room opposite.

In the house, Jiang Xia was washing her feet, looking at An Ning who was smiling and planning something.

"It seems that An Zhichen's life will be very interesting."

"Sh-keep it a secret."