Chapter 33

Mu Yunting laid out breakfast, opened the "Xingtu" app on his phone, selected a filter from the food category, zoomed in slightly, pressed the photo button, and then took a good look. After making the cake, he'd regretted his photography skills. He'd privately read some books on camera composition and even searched for "food photography tutorials" to improve his skills. His pictures were now quite enticing.

The fried rice noodles were glossy, soft, and golden brown. There was a small bowl of white soy milk and a small bowl of pink soy milk, the pink one containing diced red dates.

Mu Yunting long-pressed the image, adding it to an album titled "Food." Several images were stacked on top of the album icon, indicating that it already contained quite a few food photos. He exited the album and opened "Fate." He was surprised to see that Su Qiong hadn't given him the energy he'd been given today. Su Qiong wasn't online today? Mu Yunting had no choice but to switch apps and call her on WeChat.

Before this, Su Qiong logged into "Destiny" every morning before breakfast. He thought he had figured out Su Qiong's habits, but he didn't expect to be slapped in the face so soon.

Mu Yunting liked to give her his daily stamina before she logged in. Then, when she came online, he'd see the message about her sending stamina, click on it to receive three hearts, then switch into the chat and say, "Let's go out for dinner." He'd always end his message with a different emoticon from the day before.

For the first ten minutes or so after Su Qiong left, Mu Yunting hadn't noticed anything was wrong. Soon, he noticed Su Qiong touching her clothes from time to time while eating, her posture stiff and seeming very cold. He said, "Is it very cold? Even though it rained today, the temperature didn't drop."

Su Qiong showed an embarrassed expression, "It's okay, my clothes got wet accidentally, and now they are not dry enough, a little cold." I didn't know if the hot wind had dried them or not, but now that the heat has dissipated, the wet feeling came up, and it was not just a little cold, it was really cold.

Mu Yunting saw that Su Qiong's occasional little movements didn't seem to be a problem, so he frowned and asked, "Do you want to change clothes?" He pushed the chair away and bent down to touch Su Qiong's sleeve. It felt cold and thick. It was quite wet.

"This isn't dry yet. You'll catch a cold if you wear it." Mu Yunting retracted his hand and remembered something: "Do you have any clothes in your room? The one on the balcony was blown off by the wind last night and is dirty."

Su Qiong was drinking red date soy milk, puffing out her cheeks and shaking her head. After swallowing, she said, "It's gone. I accidentally got it wet in the bathroom." She didn't dare to move too much. Her clothes shivered against her belly, then against her back. God knew her clothes were still so wet in such a hot weather. She thought she had blow-dried them.

Mu Yunting said, "I have some new clothes here that I haven't worn yet, all T-shirts and the like. Do you want to change?" He rubbed his index finger and thumb together and continued, "My mother bought them a long time ago. They don't really suit my style, so I haven't worn them."

Su Qiong was hesitating, and Mu Yunting thought she was too embarrassed to speak up, so he left the table to look for clothes. Su Qiong simply agreed.

Mu Yunting went into the bedroom for a while before coming out with a few clothes in his arms. He had never worn the clothes before because his mother bought them for him and he couldn't bear to throw them away, so they had been piled up in the cloakroom. Mu Yunting was worried about Su Qiong wearing Bing's clothes, so he came out before the wardrobe was even put back in order.

When Mu Yunting came out, Su Qiong had already finished his meal and was sitting at the dining table playing with his mobile phone. From his perspective, he could just catch a glimpse of the familiar game interface.

Su Qiong pressed the button that gave her extra energy. When Mu Yunting's footsteps approached the cloakroom door, she looked up and said a little embarrassedly, "Thank you. I'll wash the dishes today."

Mu Yunting smiled and handed Su Qiong his clothes, saying, "Go change quickly, or you'll catch a cold." He then sat back down in his chair and continued eating his fried noodles with his chopsticks. As soon as he picked up a little noodles with his chopsticks, steam rose from the opening. Mu Yunting was surprised; he'd thought the noodles were cold and planned to just take a few bites before clearing the table.

Su Qiong smiled and said, "Since you didn't come out, I heated it up for you."

Mu Yunting immediately felt that the fried noodles tasted good again. He replied thank you and put the noodles into his mouth with chopsticks.

"Then I'll go change my clothes first."

Mu Yunting hummed. He knew Su Qiong only had three sets of clothes, after all, she had lived there for so long. Although he didn't know how she got wet, he didn't want to ask since it involved her privacy.

Su Qiong returned to her room, threw her clothes on the bed, and unfolded them one by one. Hmm...it was indeed a style that Mu Yunting wouldn't like.

The T-shirt in my hand is made of white cotton and printed with cute black fonts: Mommy's sweet baby. There is also a fat red heart behind the word "baby".

Others include "handsome son", "rich and handsome" or personalized T-shirts with rainbow colors and Hawaiian patterns.

Su Qiong wanted to quickly wash the dishes and make coffee for Mu Yunting, so he wouldn't have to bother her later when he started working. She looked around and finally chose a T-shirt with a relatively less unusual text pattern. It had the large cursive characters "Ah, right, right," which suited her taste quite well.