Mu Run stood up with his arms crossed, "Let's not talk about whether we can bring it up or not. I am a girl and you are a boy. Shouldn't you be a bit more gentleman?"
Mo Quyang looked at her thin and small figure, not much bigger than a bag of corn, and walked over, "Eat more, maybe you can grow taller."
"Whether I am tall or short, it doesn't matter to you."
"You are my girlfriend now." Mo Quyang smiled maliciously, "Also, how do you think I got here?"
"..." Mu Run's mouth twitched slightly, "Did you tell the dormitory aunt that you were my boyfriend?"
"I don't need to tell you." Mo Quyang carried the big bag of corn as if he were carrying a bag of light cotton, effortlessly.
Mu Run frowned, "You'd better clarify this matter."
"Don't you want me to support you?" Mo Quyang looked at her, especially her lips.
Mu Run subconsciously covered her mouth, but then she felt embarrassed, as if she cared too much, and let go, "Then if the person you like knows about it, will he be sad?"
"The person I like? Who is it?"
"...You don't have someone you like yet, right?" Mu Run didn't believe it.
Mo Quyang did not answer her question, "Where do you put the things?"
"Kitchen." Mu Run replied, then walked towards the coffee table to look at the things he brought, "The red wine looks good, let's have a drink with dinner."
"Of course." After Mo Quyang put away his things, he stopped in front of a room door and asked, "Guest room?"
The layout of this suite dormitory is the same as his, so the guest room should be no different.
Mu Run nodded, "If you are tired, you can go in and rest."
Mo Quyang pushed open the door and walked in, "Call me when the meal is ready."
Mu Run: "...I know." What a great man!
Seeing him enter the guest room, Mu Run sighed softly. The scandal between her and him was firmly established.
Mu Run put most of the corn cobs into a different space to keep them fresh, leaving only five corn cobs outside, which was enough for her and Mo Quyang to eat.
Picking one up at random, you can see the corn juice dripping from the cut, which shows how fresh the corn is.
Mu Run peeled off the corn husks completely, cut them into neat squares, and set them aside for later use.
The mandarin fish, the main ingredient of Squirrel Mandarin Fish, has been cleaned by the supermarket staff. She just needs to wash it again and change the knife.
In the guest room, Mo Quyang was lying on the bed ready to rest. In his ears was the sound of Mu Run cooking. It might be a little noisy, but to his ears, it was particularly calming.
After a while he fell asleep.
Mu Run placed the golden-colored, appetizing squirrel mandarin fish in the center of the dining table. This was Mo Quyang's personal order, so it was naturally placed in the C position, the most conspicuous position.
The door to the guest room was ajar.
Mu Run looked in through the crack in the door and saw that Mo Quyang was still sleeping.
He was lying down with his clothes on, his body was extraordinarily slender, his slightly messy black hair blocked some of his eyebrows, and his delicate face looked particularly innocent and harmless after he fell asleep.
After quietly closing the door tightly, Mu Run stood at the door, suddenly feeling a little guilty in her heart.
I feel a little sorry for using him like this.jj.br
But whoever makes him come from the royal family will have everyone's attention on his every move. She will not use him in vain. If she has the opportunity in the future, she will definitely return her money to him with interest.
After opening the red wine, she took advantage of the time to sober up and cooked two more dishes, a pan-fried lamb chop and a dessert of jade bean cake.