At this time, in Wen Rensheng's villa, Zhao Han was in the hall, leaning over and wiping the floor with sweat profusely.
Only now did she understand why Wen Rensheng and Brother Li both said that the hourly workers hired were unreliable.
In fact, it's not that they are unreliable, but that one of them is lazy and the other is incompetent.
She looked up at the man lying on the sofa in the hall, Wen Rensheng's father.
Wherever the other party passes, some strange alien aura will be left behind.
This kind of aura cannot be seen by ordinary people, but aliens, or people who have been with them for a long time, will have a strange feeling.
It's like being in a house filled with dust and haze. Although it looks clean on the surface, you can still feel uncomfortable, such as nose discomfort.
To clean up these alien smells, the aliens need to work hard to purify and neutralize them every day, just like her lying on the ground and cleaning it up bit by bit with a rag.
Brother Li can't do it. Teacher Wenren, who gets off work at 2 o'clock, how can he be expected to clean up every day?
"Your name is Xiaohan, right?"
While Zhao Han was busy, Wen Rende, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly spoke.
Beside him, beer cans were scattered on the ground.
"Uncle, is something wrong?" Zhao Han put down the rag, raised his head and said in surprise, not knowing what the other party's instructions were.
"Well, I felt like there was something going on upstairs..." Wen Rende leaned on the sofa, seemingly unable to get up.
As expected, he is the senior of the alien. Although he lost his alien species due to overage, he still has keen perception - but he doesn't feel anything. After all, it is because of his shallow experience.
She then took out her mobile phone and said quickly: "Then I'll go up and take a look."
"Well," Wen Rende nodded reluctantly and started chanting again, "It's snowing tonight, can you have a drink?"
It seemed to have some profound meaning, Zhao Han thought, and then walked up the stairs in the hall to the second floor.
To go to the second floor where she lives now, you can take the stairs outside the villa or the stairs in the hall, which both lead directly to the balcony on the second floor.
After arriving at the balcony, there are two room entrances on the north side of the balcony. The east side is the room she currently lives in. She has never entered the west room.
She glanced cautiously and found nothing out of the ordinary on the balcony. The pots of flowers and plants that had just been watered in the morning were now bathed in the summer sunshine, with their stamens blooming in all their glory.
The two doors were closed tightly, and there was no sign of intrusion. At least she had investigated the incident and gained some observation experience.
"Uncle, it seems nothing is wrong..." She said directly downstairs.
At this time, Wen Rende's voice came back clearly from downstairs.
"Is that so? Oh, that's right, I'm out of wine. Go to the room on the west side and get a bottle for me."
Zhao Han touched his head and felt something was wrong.
However, she still came to the room on the west side, subconsciously reached out and pressed the door lock, and the door opened directly.
Unexpectedly, Brother Li added his fingerprints to all these door locks.
This kind of trust is really touching... Wait, if you don't add your fingerprints, how can you go in and do the general cleaning easily?
The emotion disappeared instantly, and then she saw that the room was very carefully decorated, with many antiques placed, and it seemed to be a storage room.
She didn't have time to look carefully, but at a glance she saw a row of wine racks against the wall, with many bottles of wine whose brands she couldn't understand. Judging from their appearance, they should all be expensive wines.
She came out of the room and asked below: "Uncle, there are a lot of wines, which one do you want?"
Then she heard the sound of swallowing saliva.
"Whatever, no, find me that bottle of 35-year-old Moutai."
Although Zhao Han was a little sluggish, he still felt that his sober tone didn't sound like someone who was drunk and couldn't move.
She walked over in a few steps and began to search from the wine rack. As she searched, she saw a newspaper placed under a wine bottle.
"Major production accidents occurred in Wuse Steel Plant for two consecutive months. Five young workers fell into molten steel in front of the furnace because of violating production safety regulations and drinking before going to work. Their bodies were not found. President Xu Qingshu personally expressed condolences to their relatives and paid
Huge solatium payment... Reporter Zhu Xing on May 4, 2017."
Shocked, she glanced at it a few times and quickly ignored it. After all, it was old news from two years ago. She continued to look for the bottle of 35-year-old Moutai.
After searching for a while, she heard several familiar voices coming from the hall downstairs.
"Hello, uncle." This seemed to be Wu Shanshan's voice.
"Oh, it's Shanshan, you're here... sit down wherever you want."
"It's okay, I didn't get drunk so early today. Just right, Brother De, I haven't eaten the food you cooked for a long time." This was Wen Rensheng's teasing voice.
"Uh, okay. Xiaohan, come down and rest and get ready for dinner." Wen Rende's voice seemed a little tired.
"That wine..." Before Zhao Han could finish speaking, he heard Wen Rende shouting again, "I misheard just now. There is no movement upstairs. Please come down quickly."
Zhao Han could only return in vain without success. Now that things had happened, she had realized that it was needless to say that Uncle Wenren had been banned from the room card and could not bring out good wine. He was just tricking himself.
After going downstairs, she saw Wen Rensheng and Wu Shanshan sitting in the hall, while Brother Li was helping Wen Rende cook in the kitchen.
"Hello, senior sister." She hurriedly walked over to greet her.
"The cleaning is good. It seems that you live and eat here for free." Wu Shanshan glanced at the hall and nodded.
Zhao Han immediately understood that the other party must have come here to clean every week before...
"Okay, you guys cooperated well in the last incident. We should get along well in the future." Wen Rensheng stopped any possible conflicts between the two girls in advance.
"As long as she knows her duty, I don't care." Wu Shanshan smiled.
"I learned a lot from my senior, thank you for taking care of me." Zhao Han nodded quickly.
"That's good," Wen Rensheng nodded and said to Zhao Han, "Thank you for your hard work. Go clean it first and sing about De Ge's craftsmanship later."
At this moment, Wu Shanshan leaned into Wen Rensheng's arms again, as if he was declaring his territory.
Zhao Han hurriedly left this embarrassing hall and went to the bathroom on the first floor. She had just sweated profusely and now she felt uncomfortable all over.
After she left, Wu Shanshan looked at the other party's back and said, "It seems like she really has nothing wrong with her."
"Well, no problem," Wen Rensheng nodded, "The Inspection Department's protection work is pretty good."
"Of course, you are a genius mutant who is destined to be recorded in history. They must pay close attention to it." Wu Shanshan said proudly.
"What kind of genius is that? It's just a bit of luck." Wen Rensheng said sincerely.
"Are you lucky?" Wu Shanshan's face changed a little, but she quickly recovered, "I see. No wonder you are the only one in the club who dares to eat the breakfast provided by Wei Yiqing every day."
"That's because you are exaggerating. In fact, if you can get used to it, it would be quite good," Wen Rensheng said seriously. "If you take it for a long time, you will not only be able to learn new skills, but also have the magical effect of improving your powers."
"It's possible, but before we see the effects, we'll almost die young." Wu Shanshan quickly refused.
Wen Rensheng smiled. Indeed, not everyone can resist the dark cuisine whose ingredients cannot be distinguished. He is the only one who can resist it and benefit from it.
The two talked for a while, and Li Shuangyue had already started placing dishes on the round table in the restaurant.
Waves of fragrant aroma suddenly drifted into the hall.
"Uncle's cooking is really good." Wu Shanshan praised sincerely.
"Yes, even if we all have no work to do in the future, we can still support our whole family just by relying on Brother De's skills." Wen Rensheng said meaningfully.
Not long after, Zhao Han, dressed cleanly, reappeared in the hall and started talking to the two of them.
"Teacher, how are you preparing for the judges' assessment?" Zhao Han tried his best to find a topic.
"Oh, the assessment will start next Friday. You don't need to prepare for the martial arts test, but you still have to try your luck for the literary test." Wen Rensheng thought for a while and said.
"You are so lucky, there must be no problem." Wu Shanshan encouraged.
"I hope so. You must work hard. Although you are young and the difficulty will not be high, you must also pay attention to unexpected events." Wen Rensheng reminded.
"Thank you, teacher." Zhao Han understood immediately. The other party was talking about the spare tire list. Her uncle had reminded her several times.
"In that case, why not let me live here before the exam is over? Living in the club dormitory is not very safe." Wu Shanshan took the opportunity to say.
"Uh..." Wen Rensheng was a little hesitant.
"Huh?" Wu Shanshan said nothing, but glanced at Zhao Han.
"Okay." Wen Rensheng had no choice but to agree.
The sage said well, if you don't worry about scarcity, you will worry about inequality. If there is a beginning, there will be a second one.
At this time, Wen Rende greeted in the restaurant: "The food is ready, come and eat."
Several people walked into the restaurant together. There were exquisite dishes placed on the round table. Almost everything was a work of art, which whetted the appetite. There were also some flowers placed in vases, which greatly stimulated the appetite.
Zhao Han was stunned. Thinking about what he did last night, it was simply unsightly...
"It's a pity that there are just a few bottles of good wine." Wen Rende sat at the dining table and said pointedly.
"It's a pity that my wife is not here." Li Shuangyue responded nonchalantly.
"Ahem, eat it, eat it, don't be polite." Wen Rensheng interrupted the conversation between the two and started to taste it first.