Ruan Zhiping took the painting tube and turned around and set off.

Seeing Ruan Zhiping go out, Nan Yi goes to the kitchen.

"Southern Master."

When he saw Nan Yi entering the kitchen, Mrs. Chen, who was busy, said hello to him.

"Aunt Chen, you are busy with your own. I'll cut some pickled cucumbers." Nan Yi waved his hand and walked towards the pickled vegetables jar in the corner of the kitchen.

Mrs. Chen, the cook whom Xianghe introduced, had worked at the same home as Xianghe before. However, unlike Xianghe, she was not a self-combed girl. When she was in her thirties, she found a man to marry.

Last year, her husband became rich and kicked her to find a young and beautiful man who didn't even have any money except a 260-foot house.

In order to live, she took her daughter to set up a stall in the night market on Miaojie. Nanyi happened to be asking for a new cook, so Xianghe introduced her and has been working here for almost two months.

After opening a jar, Nan Yi grabbed a handful of pickled cucumbers from it, then took out a handful of pickled radish from another jar, put it in a glass bowl, and blanched it with boiling water.

"Mr. Nan, do you like pickled vegetables?"

"Fortunately, you will help me make a platter of pickles every three days, with more radish and less others. Zhongye, I don't drink sweet soup at night, and the little lady can drink it once every three nights, as you like during the day."

"Okay, I remember."

Nan Yi made the pickled vegetables and put them aside. Mrs. Chen would pick them up together later.

Walking out of the kitchen, Yi Zai, who was in Nan Ruoyan's arms, broke free from her hand, jumped to the ground, and pulled Nan Yi over with her little feet, climbed along Nan Yi's trouser legs and crawled into her hand, and a meow.

Nan Yi hugged his right hand, put his left hand on its head, and gently rubbed it.

"Dad, I'll take me to the flower and bird market on the weekend. I'm going to buy a new cat, and I'll have a male one this time."

"Jealous?"

"Yes, Yizi and I won't kiss you."

"It's strange if you can kiss. They are obviously a female cat, so you insist on calling Yi Zai."

"Hmph, my next one is Yi Datou."

"If you keep another one, your pet will be overpaid and your food expenses will be deducted from your food."

Nan Ruoyan's eyes turned and he turned his head to hold Fan Hongdou's hand, "Sister Hongdou, can we buy a cat?"

"No, I want to have a dog."

"Dogs are not fun and they even urinate and defecate everywhere. Dad must let us clean up ourselves. Let's buy cats, okay?"

"No, I want a dog." Fan Hongdou continued to refuse.

Nan Ruoyan is smart and Fan Hongdou is not stupid either. Nan Ruoyan's idea of ​​using Fan Hongdou's budget to buy a cat quickly failed.

Nan Yi favored two little girls, but they were not unlimited pets. Whether it was toys, snacks, or pets, he would give them a budget, and he would not allow them if they exceeded the budget.

If you eat and wear endlessly, you will be poor only if you can’t figure it out.

Nan Yi wanted to let the two little girls develop the habit of planning, and not think about this or that when they are angry.

...

After dinner, Nan Yi called Daiwen, who was responsible for picking up and dropping off two little girls every day, into the study.

"Boss, the two ladies are in good condition at school. But whether it is Miss Ruoyan's piano training or Miss Hongdou's violin training, I suggest that the teacher should come to teach at home."

"Why?"

"First, for safety reasons, the geographical environment of the training class is too complex to effectively prevent sniping, and the retreat passage is easily blocked;

Second, for learning reasons, although the teachers in the two training classes have high level, they have to face too many students and are too distracted to focus on tutoring the two ladies.”

"Oh, I understand, do you know where there are high-level teachers?"

Nan Yi himself also knows other instruments except for harmonica. Apart from being able to understand the staples and simplified scores, he has no research on music.

At most, I know that this song is good and that song is not good; this song is good or that song is not good, it is judged by one's own preferences. If he insists on telling him that he is ugly and Yin Mao, he can only make a fool of himself.

The two piano players made him compare who is better? If the level is comparable, he really can't tell the difference.

"Boss, the two ladies are still beginners. They don't need to find a good teacher, just find someone with a few years of foundation. It's not too late to change to a better teacher after they advance."

"Look at me, I forgot, you were the trumpeter of the wind band when you were studying, right?"

"Yes."

"Can you play the trumpet?"

"certainly."

"Then another day you take me to buy two small trumpets and teach me to blow. Also, you will be responsible for finding the teacher. If you are in charge of whether you are in a good position or not, I mainly care about the safety of the villa."

"Boss, don't worry, I will investigate carefully before people come in."
Chapter completed!