Chapter 6 Breakfast "I'll make it next time."
Mu Tingyu turned around, ignoring the intense gaze, and took out her phone: "I'll scan you."
After adding Zhuang Ren as a friend, he left happily.
The sound of cages colliding came from behind me.
Mu Tingyu turned around and went back into the house, where she saw the puppy pawing at the edge of the cage, whimpering pitifully.
"Is it hungry? Have you fed it?"
Xing Ze closed the cage door and looked at her sideways: "It ate just twenty minutes ago, and I gave it a third more than usual."
Mu Tingyu scratched her cheek: "Then why are you keeping it locked up? It looks quite well-behaved."
"Good?" Xing Ze stood up, his eyebrows lowered. "It goes through the kitchen trash can, likes to chew on rice bags, and likes to rummage through the dust in the corners. What's so good about that?"
Mu Tingyu shut her mouth.
She sensed that Xing Ze wasn't in a good mood right now, at least not as good as he was during dinner.
She hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Zhuang Ren talked to me about the students for a while, so we chatted for a bit longer. You can go up first, I'll close the gate."
Xing Ze didn't answer, but walked over and closed the door, locking it with a clang: "Lock it."
Mu Tingyu: "It's just locking the door, do you think I should...?"
Then she saw Xing Ze take a key out of his pocket and insert it into the lock.
Mu Tingyu: "..."
She looked up and glanced around in confusion.
Is there something valuable in this house? Why is the security so tight?
"I'm gone." Xing Ze said indifferently as he passed by her.
"Hmm." Mu Tingyu responded and followed him upstairs, her gaze lingering on his back with a hint of inquiry.
So why is he in a bad mood?
Could it be because she didn't wash the dishes properly?
She thought Zhuang Ren had something urgent to tell her, so she just finished wiping the table and left, seemingly forgetting to check if the stove was dirty.
Upon realizing this, Mu Tingyu suddenly felt guilty.
He said he'd help out, but ended up sleeping until noon; he said he'd wash the dishes, but ended up not cleaning them properly.
Does she still have a good image in Xing Ze's eyes?
Sigh, maybe I should praise him more when he cooks tomorrow; I think he likes hearing that.
She touched her ear in distress, watched Xing Ze walk towards the third floor, and casually said "Good night".
Xing Ze paused, looked down, and saw Mu Tingyu walk into the room with her head down and slam the door shut.
"......"
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In order to avenge her previous humiliation, Mu Tingyu set her alarm for 7 a.m. As soon as the alarm rang, she jumped out of bed.
The upstairs was quiet; they must still be asleep. She quietly finished washing up and then crept downstairs.
She had observed the kitchen before and knew where everything was kept.
An hour later, she looked at the bubbling vegetable and lean meat porridge in the pot and nodded in satisfaction.
She also found a bag of instant char siu buns in the refrigerator and steamed them. It's a pity she didn't have any flour, otherwise she could have made steamed buns herself.
Although Mu Tingyu's cooking skills haven't reached Xing Ze's level, she's still very good at making pasta dishes, such as buns, dumplings, steamed buns, and pancakes.
At least Xing Ze is definitely not as fast at making dumplings as she is!
She ladled herself a bowl of porridge, took a bite of a char siu bao, and was about to sit down at the table when the door suddenly opened.
Startled, she quickly put the bowl down and looked towards the door.
The sun was shining brightly outside, its rays streaming into the room through the wide-open door. Xing Ze stood against the light in the doorway, dressed in a black tracksuit with a white towel draped over his head, as if he had just finished exercising.
Mu Tingyu, with a char siu bun still in her mouth, took a few seconds to react, then quickly put it away and mumbled, "Why did you come back from outside?"
Xing Ze's hair was still damp, and his dark, handsome features were striking. He raised an eyebrow at the question: "Otherwise, where should we come from?"
He was sleeping soundly in his room. When he woke up and came downstairs, he saw the breakfast I had painstakingly prepared early in the morning and praised me lavishly, acknowledging my diligence.
Mu Tingyu silently grumbled to herself, her interest greatly diminished, and picked up a spoon to poke at the porridge.
Xing Ze walked into the kitchen, seemingly finding the scene before him somewhat novel, and asked, "You got up so early?"
Mu Tingyu lowered her head, took a sip of porridge, and said sullenly, "Well, I also made breakfast. You can eat here now."
Xing Ze walked to the stove, lifted the pot lid, and found that the porridge inside was still steaming, with chopped vegetables and diced meat mixed in, which looked very appetizing.
He lowered his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Xing Ze sat down and took a sip of porridge. Seeing that he remained silent, Mu Tingyu asked persistently, "Is it good?"
Xing Ze looked up and met her bright eyes: "...Mm."
Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, Mu Tingyu forced herself to comfort herself with an "um".
To make it thicker, she cooked it for a little longer, standing anxiously in front of the stove to watch it closely, lest it burn accidentally.
Besides vegetable porridge, she can also make preserved egg and lean pork porridge, sweet potato porridge, mung bean porridge... Once she has collected all the ingredients, she must show Xing Ze her diverse recipes so that he will sincerely praise her.
Xing Ze said, "I'll do it next time."
Mu Tingyu looked up sharply: "You don't think it tastes good?"
Xing Ze's expression changed slightly, seemingly helpless: "...No."
Mu Tingyu muttered, "Then you should rush to do it."
The girl's hair looked droopy, so Xing Ze could only say, "I go for a run every morning, and then I make breakfast."
Mu Tingyu asked, "What time did you get up?"
Six o'clock.
Running for two hours every day is truly self-disciplined.
Mu Tingyu glanced in his direction.
Xing Ze's sportswear was on the tighter side, and the black elastic fabric accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, making his figure even better than some of the life models Mu Tingyu had drawn.
She quickly looked away and didn't say anything.
After silently drinking a few mouthfuls of porridge, Xing Ze asked, "Are you going to class later?"
"go."
What time does get out of class end?
"Hmm?" Mu Tingyu raised her head. "I forgot to ask."
Just as Xing Ze was about to say something, she took out a napkin to wipe her mouth and said in a clear voice, "Excuse me, just eat according to your mealtime. If I'm not back, please keep it warm for me. Thank you."
Xing Ze paused, then asked, "Do you know the way?"
"I know her!" Mu Tingyu finished her porridge in a few gulps, stood up, took her bowl and chopsticks to the sink, and loudly assured them, "I definitely won't get lost this time! Don't worry, I won't make you come to pick me up!"
Xing Ze turned to look at her.
Mu Tingyu quickly finished washing her dishes, shook the water off her hands, smiled at him, and said, "I'm leaving!"
Xing Ze slowly hummed in agreement.
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These children are more individualistic than Mu Tingyu had imagined.
She had done her research beforehand, bringing some stationery and interesting sketchbooks to give them, intending to increase their interest in learning. However, they seemed more interested in doing crafts.
Halfway through the class, one of the sketchbooks she brought had already fallen apart, becoming various origami projects in their hands, and the brand-new eraser was cut into all sorts of strange shapes by the ruler.
During recess, Mu Tingyu squatted down and looked at a little boy's dirty little toy in his hand, asking curiously, "What is this?"
The boy opened his hand so she could see clearly: "A sword."
Mu Tingyu picked up the sword, which was no bigger than her thumb, and could vaguely make out that its original shape was a light yellow eraser.
She couldn't help but laugh: "Wow, amazing! To be able to make a sword in such a short time."
The boy clutched his rubber sword, which he had been sharpening for a long time, and rubbed his nose sheepishly: "Really?"
Mu Tingyu nodded seriously.
"Teacher Mu, you're so strange."
"Huh?" Mu Tingyu asked in surprise, "What's so strange?"
“You are different from your parents and Teacher Zhuang. They say I am playful and don’t study hard.”
“I’m not surprised, and neither are Mom, Dad, and Teacher Zhuang.” Mu Tingyu called his name with a smile. “Pengpeng, we all want you to be happy.”
Pengpeng puffed out his cheeks: "But I don't want to study. Studying isn't fun."
Mu Tingyu asked earnestly, "So what do you want to do in the future?"
"I want to play."
"Besides playing?"
He looked somewhat confused: "I don't know."
At this moment, a few more children gathered around. They originally wanted to call Pengpeng to play together, but after hearing Mu Tingyu's question, they all fell into thought and squatted in the corner like a bunch of little mushrooms.
Zhuang Ren curiously poked his head out of the window: "Kids, what are you doing?"
Mu Tingyu also squatted down, looked up and laughed, "We're discussing—what we want to do in the future."
"Oh, oh," Zhuang Ren scratched his head, "Did you come to any conclusions?"
"Not yet," Mu Tingyu said, feigning seriousness. "This is a difficult question to answer. Let's think about it for a while."
Zhuang Ren laughed and joined them against the wall, watching them whisper to each other with their heads clasped together.
A timid voice suddenly rang out: "I...I want to be a teacher when I grow up."
Everyone turned their heads, and a little girl who looked only seven or eight years old was standing not far away, her eyes cautious.
"Why do you want to be a teacher?" Mu Tingyu asked her with great interest.
"Because, because I like Teacher Mu. Teacher Mu is very beautiful and kind. I want to be like Teacher Mu."
The little girl had a soft, sweet voice, wore an old floral dress, and had big, bright eyes.
Mu Tingyu opened her arms to her, and she immediately smiled and leaned closer.
"Do you want to be like me?" Mu Tingyu affectionately touched her little face, which was a bit tanned by the sea breeze.
The little girl nodded earnestly: "Teacher Mu brought us sketchbooks, and I like to draw."
"Hmm, you like drawing," Mu Tingyu said. "Then would you like to become a painter?"
What is a painter?
"A painter is someone who paints many beautiful paintings every day, as many as they want, and many people will like their paintings."
The little girl's eyes lit up with longing: "Then I want to be a painter!"
"Hehe." Mu Tingyu was quite pleased to have gained another little follower in the art world. "Teacher Mu can paint too, okay? I'll teach you next time."
"good!"
The children squatting nearby also gathered around and started talking all at once. Mu Tingyu listened intently, dividing his ears into eight parts, and quickly collected countless innocent and interesting sentences.
Just then, a cold snort came from afar: "What's with all this talk about dreams? How childish! In the end, you'll still have to work in the fields."
Mu Tingyu raised an eyebrow and looked up.
A boy who looked a little older stood with his arms crossed at the base of the wall, his expression cold and disdainful, as if he were looking down on all the chattering children squatting there.
Oh wow.
Mu Tingyu's eyes lit up.
Is this the legendary troublemaker?
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