Mu Run stood with her arms crossed. "Putting aside whether you can lift it or not, I'm a girl and you're a boy. Shouldn't you be a little more gentlemanly?"
Mo Quyang looked at her thin and small figure, not much bigger than that bag of corn, and walked over. "Eat more, maybe you can grow taller."
"Whether I'm tall or short, it doesn't bother you, does it?"
“You’re my girlfriend now.” Mo Quyang smiled maliciously. “And, how do you think I got up here?”
"..." Mu Run's lips twitched slightly. "Are you going to tell the dorm supervisor that you're my boyfriend?"
"No need for me to say anything." Mo Quyang carried the large bag of corn as if it were a bag of light cotton, without any effort.
Mu Run frowned. "You'd better clarify this matter."
"Didn't you want me to back you up?" Mo Quyang looked at her, especially at her lips.
Mu Run instinctively covered her mouth, but then felt embarrassed, as if she cared too much, so she let go of her mouth. "If the person you like finds out, will they be sad?"
"The person I like? Who is it?"
"...You don't still not have someone you like, do you?" Mu Run didn't believe it.
Mo Quyang didn't answer her question. "Where do you put the things?"
“The kitchen,” Mu Run replied, then walked to the coffee table to look at the things he had brought. “The red wine looks good; let’s have a glass with dinner.”
"Of course." After putting his things down, Mo Quyang stopped in front of a room. "A guest room?"
The layout of this suite is the same as his, and the guest rooms should be no different.
Mu Run nodded. "If you're tired, you can go inside and rest."
Mo Quyang pushed open the door and entered, saying, "Call me when the food is ready."
Mu Run: "...Understood." What a boss!
Watching him enter the guest room, Mu Run sighed softly. The rumors about her and him were now undeniable.
Mu Run stored most of the corn cobs in the alternate dimension to keep them fresh, leaving only five outside, enough for her and Mo Quyang to eat.
Pick up any ear of corn and you'll see glistening corn juice dripping from the cut end, showing just 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, had already been cleaned by the supermarket staff. She only needed to wash it again and make some minor cuts.
In the guest room, Mo Quyang was lying on the bed, ready to rest. The sound of Mu Run cooking filled his ears; the clanging and banging might have been a bit noisy, but to him it was exceptionally calming, and he fell asleep in no time.
Mu Run placed the golden-yellow squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, which looked incredibly appetizing, in the very center of the table. This was a dish personally ordered by Mo Quyang, so it was naturally placed in the most prominent and eye-catching position.
The guest room door was ajar.
Mu Run peeked through the crack in the door and saw that Mo Quyang was still sleeping.
He lay there fully clothed, his body exceptionally tall and slender. His slightly disheveled black hair partially obscured his eyebrows and eyes, and his delicate face appeared remarkably innocent and harmless in his sleep.
Quietly closing the door tightly, Mu Run stood at the doorway, a sudden pang of guilt rising in her heart.
I feel somewhat guilty for taking advantage of him like this.
But since he was born into royalty, his every move was under public scrutiny. She wouldn't take advantage of him for nothing; she would definitely repay him with interest when the opportunity arose.
She opened the red wine and, while it was still aerating, prepared two more dishes: pan-fried lamb chops and a dessert of jade bean cake.
Chapter 572 Utilization
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