After spending half a day in the shooting gallery, it was time to go back.
Yun Shu didn't get permission to eat out, so she wasn't discouraged.
She was satisfied after playing with guns enough, and got into the car consciously when she left.
Zhou Jingmo and Qi Zhou talked for a while outside the car, and then Qi Zhou drove away first, and then he took a long step and got into the car from the other side.
As he approached, the space in the back seat became cramped. Yun Shu moved to the side and placed the bag containing the skirt between the two of them.
It is the same as installing the partition manually.
Zhou Jingmo glanced down and waited for the car to drive smoothly onto the road, then asked aloud: "Don't like wearing skirts?"
All clothes in the shooting gallery had to be taken away, and if she hadn't been reminded that her skirt was still in the dressing room, she wouldn't have even thought to take it with her.
Yun Shu told him what she said before: "Wearing a skirt is sometimes inconvenient."
"When else are you inconvenient?" He lay down and sat in the villa every day.
She said lightly: "It's not convenient to talk about the year of Wen Jin."
Zhou Jingmo: "..."
He pressed his eyebrows with a headache, and angrily told Assistant Zuo that he would change half of the skirts in the villa into pants when he got back.
Assistant Zuo:...Shouldn't this stop her from wanting to hit people? Why are we still providing her with pants to make it easier for her to commit crimes?
Yun Shu agreed very much with his decision and was in a good mood. When she arrived at the villa, she politely asked him if he wanted to stay and have dinner with her.
It was made as if it were her own home.
Zhou Jingmo was amused in his heart, but his face remained calm and kind.
But he didn't expect this "host" to be so bad at hospitality.
She obviously took the initiative to keep him here, but now she left him in the living room and ran to the kitchen door to share today's outing experience with Aunt Qiu.
Aunt Qiu also cooperated, praising her while cooking. The words "smart", "bold" and "awesome" were tossed back and forth, and she also praised her for being brave.
Zhou Jingmo was sitting alone in the living room, thinking again about whether to replace the cooking aunt.
But he leaned on the sofa and relaxed for a while, listening to their singing in harmony, and couldn't help but smile again in his eyes.
It's better to forget it, otherwise she will cause trouble again.
The food was served quickly, and Yun Shu finally moved from the kitchen back to the living room.
The dining table was a bit big, so they sat facing each other. When they were picking up vegetables and serving soup, they could see each other's faces when they raised their heads.
Except when she needs to use her momentum to overwhelm the other person, Yun Shu rarely looks directly into other people's eyes and looks at them, which feels quite impolite.
But every time I eat face to face with someone, I always see it.
She actually kind of hates this face-to-face seating assignment.
The other party could see her eating at any time, her evasive glances, and her little moves that were not very noticeable.
She can't help but pay attention to the other person's dining etiquette, guessing at any time whether they are looking at her, and wants to raise her head to confirm, but in the end she just eats in silence.
The pleasure of eating was suppressed.
"Would you like to sit over here?" she couldn't help but suggest.
Zhou Jingmo raised his head leisurely: "You have been looking at me for so long just to say this?"
"So do you want to sit over here? Sit over here." She pointed to the seat on the left.
"Are you so happy to go out today? It's rare for me to be treated so well." He thought this was a different way to show his happiness and gratitude.
Yun Shu didn't explain either.
"Yes, you will get good treatment if you do good things."
Zhou Jingmo chuckled: "Sure enough, gifts only bring benefits."
You little white-eyed wolf who has breasts is your mother, he added in his mind.
Then he changed his position and sat on the left side of Yun Shu.
If you sit close to each other, you will feel more or less psychologically closer to each other.
Being silent at this time would not fit the mood.
Zhou Jingmo rolled up his sleeves, used serving chopsticks to hold a lotus root clip for her, and said smoothly: "Didn't you like bean soaked stuffed meat before? Why didn't you eat it last time Ning Siyun brought it to you?"
Yun Shu glanced at him and said calmly: "I like some things if I eat them once or twice, but it's boring if I eat too much. If you really want to eat them every day, it must be because of some compelling reason."
"What's the last resort?"
"Poor," she replied perfunctorily, "I can't afford more expensive food, so I can only eat the cheapest."
Zhou Jingmo paused with his chopsticks and gave her another piece of ham in the soup.
"Do you know how much this thing you are eating now costs?"
She buried her head in eating and stopped what he said next.
"Don't say it. If you say it, I won't dare to eat it. Wen Jinnian said that I shouldn't eat your food and live in yours. I have to grasp the essence of being a chaste and martyr woman. I think it makes sense and I'm currently studying."
The first step is to eat and drink but pretend not to know how much it costs.
Zhou Jingmo: "When did he say that?"
He watched the surveillance twice, and it was clear that Wen Jinnian never said this.
"I figured it out myself," Yun Shu said after finishing the ham. "You can't let others explain everything. Is he feeling better from his injury?"
"Do you care about him?" Zhou Jingmo raised his eyebrows.
He obviously looked disgusted two days ago.
She said without changing her expression: "I'm pretending to care. It would be great if the injury doesn't heal."
Zhou Jingmo glanced at her with his narrow eyebrows: "You'd better control your temper."
"I don't. He said I was relying on your strength, so if I hold back, doesn't that mean you can't do it?"
"...Shut up and eat well." He couldn't eat anymore, so he put down his chopsticks and asked for a glass of water.
Yun Shu had no sense that she had said anything wrong and continued to add more food.
She had had strenuous activities in the afternoon and she ate more than usual.
Zhou Jingmo watched her add two bowls of rice, frowned and asked Aunt Qiu: "Didn't she cry out that she felt uncomfortable at night?"
Aunt Qiu shook her head: "I got up in the middle of the night and had supper."
"..." Do you want to eat midnight snacks like this? He put down the water glass and said to the people who were still immersed in eating, "Eating so much at night will make you gain weight."
Yun Shu raised her head and looked at him coolly.
It was as if she was criticizing his words with her eyes, warning him not to say anything about withholding food.
A smile flashed in Zhou Jingmo's eyes: "I'll find you a dance teacher and practice for half an hour after dinner."
This solution was okay. She nodded in agreement and said politely: "Thank you."
"It's not easy to thank you."
She didn't answer and continued to eat.
When the food was almost eaten, she stopped using her chopsticks and helped Aunt Qiu clean up the dishes.
Zhou Jingmo was thrown into the living room again.
She went in and out several times, went downstairs to get her books, and washed her juice bottle. Then she came out of the living room, saw him, and asked in surprise, "Why haven't you left yet?"
Zhou Jingmo laughed angrily, picked up his coat and stood up, walking towards the door and calling her: "Come here."
She didn't move: "You can leave, I won't send you away."
"Why not send it?"
She was still very surprised: "What can I give you? It's not like you don't know the way. Let's go. Call me when you can go out again."
My attitude is completely different from when I was in the shooting gallery. The word "perfunctory" is almost engraved on my forehead.
Zhou Jingmo looked at her coldly, seeing that she was just sitting on the sofa reading a book, with the veins on her forehead jumping.