Chapter 125 Food
When Xiao Ai saw Mu Qingyu and Mo Huaiyu return, a bright smile immediately appeared on her face. She knew that she would be living here from now on and would never have to face that terrible man again.
She made a gesture, which Mo Huaiyu translated for her: "Sister Xiao Ai said that she can cook very well, just as well as Aunt Mei."
"She also said she could do a lot of chores, cleaning, washing clothes, and taking care of Ya-zai... She said..." His voice trailed off. It was because he wasn't capable of protecting Sister Xiao Ai that she was like this...
"She said she eats very, very little..." Mo Huaiyu's heart ached.
"Hmph!" Mu Qingyu waved her hand and looked at the two children, both younger than her: "There's no need for that! Let me put it this way."
As Mu Qingyu spoke, she took out all the supplies she had just retrieved from Building 4 and piled them up in the living room.
“I’ll just consider it as two more tenants in the house, and the first floor will be rented to you. You just need to pay me the rent.”
“Xiao Ai can cook, right? You know Xiao Rong and I… If no one cooks for us, we’ll starve to death sooner or later. So as long as we’re home, we’ll leave all three meals to Xiao Ai. Consider it rent if Xiao Ai cooks for us.”
"Ya Zai is Xiao Rong's own dog, so let him take care of it himself. He also has to earn money to feed his dog, otherwise he'll starve. Unless we're not home, you don't need to worry about Ya Zai; let Xiao Rong take care of him."
Mu Qingyu blurted it all out. She wasn't just sympathizing with the two children. If Mo Huaiyu grew up well, he was destined to become a powerful figure.
Mu Qingyu didn't want to take the opportunity to do Mo Huaiyu a favor. She hoped that their relationship would be based on equality, so that Mo Huaiyu wouldn't rebel when he became powerful in the future.
Excessive favors can create unequal relationships and often become a thorn in someone's side that is difficult to remove later in life.
“If we are not at home and Xiao Ai needs to take care of Ya Zai, I will naturally pay her a fee.”
"As for you—" Mu Qingyu pointed at Mo Huaiyu: "You have supplies anyway, and we also gained a lot from this trip, including some of yours. I'll share them with you later. If you have supplies, just give them to me as rent."
"I'm basically your landlord. You just need to abide by basic tenant ethics." Mu Qingyu laughed as she spoke, feeling that she really did have a bit of a landlady vibe.
"As for other details, such as how to calculate water and electricity, we'll talk about that later. This is my first time being a landlord, so I'll think about it and tell you later. After all, I'm not some heartless landlady, right?"
Mu Qingyu's words made Mo Huaiyu and Xiao Ai laugh. The slightly tense atmosphere dissipated, and Mu Qingyu breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"The living room might need some partitions. How to do that? You and Xiao Rong can discuss it later, Xiao Mo. Just have him come find me if you need any materials."
After saying this, Mu Qingyu couldn't wait to go upstairs. As she went, she turned back and said, "The vegetables I planted upstairs are all ripe, and there's fresh meat in the refrigerator. I'll go get it! When Xiao Rong comes back, Xiao Mo, you two go and call Han Yu and Ji Qingqing to come over for dinner."
This meal was a rare get-together after returning home, and it was also a chance for Mu Qingyu to share the supplies she had obtained from her trip to Qingshan Hospital with everyone.
Mu Qingrong returned home with a frown on his face. His communication with Mu Xiangbei had not been pleasant.
When she got home, she found that not only was Mo Huaiyu there, but a delicious aroma was also coming from the kitchen on the first floor.
This situation left Mu Qingrong completely bewildered for a moment. It wasn't until Mo Huaiyu explained the whole story to her that Mu Qingrong cheered up again.
Or perhaps, Mu Qingrong was especially happy!
He and Mo Huaiyu got along well before, and they used to hang out together all the time. Now that Mo Huaiyu has moved into his house, he has company, so how could he be even happier?
Xiao Ai is gentle, kind, and not annoying, and Mu Qingrong has always liked her quite a bit. Xiao Ai is a few months younger than Mu Qingrong and will soon be an adult.
What's more, Xiao Ai can cook!
Good heavens! Being able to cook is such a gift from heaven! For Mu Qingrong, who has absolutely no talent for it, Xiao Ai, who can cook, is here to save his future life!
The seasonings in the kitchen on the first floor were also prepared before the apocalypse, so there was nothing lacking.
A traditional earthen stove typically has two pots, one in front and one behind. The fire is directly heated under the front pot, while the back pot uses residual heat.
So Xiao Ai used the front pot to stir-fry vegetables and the back pot to cook rice, which was just right.
The sofa in the living room was temporarily moved away, and a large round table and several chairs were placed in its place.
In addition to the things she bought with her own money, Mu Qingyu's space also contained so many warehouses, as well as a lot of random things she bought for free.
It wouldn't be surprising if she could come up with anything.
But Mu Qingrong found these tables and chairs very familiar—the finest Hainan rosewood was worth millions before the apocalypse…
Okay, he remembered! This belongs to the Mu family's old residence! How did this thing end up here?
Suddenly, Mu Qingrong remembered that when he had argued with Mu Xiangbei earlier, Mu Xiangbei had said something like, "He disappeared along with his house."
He was too angry to think about it carefully at the time, but now that he saw these tables and chairs, he was at a loss for words—what else did his sister do in the Mu family's old house after he got into the car that day?!
Soon, dishes were placed on the table one by one. Mu Qingyu, who had left the table, chairs and ingredients to go upstairs to check the supplies, also came downstairs at this time.
Smelling the aroma of the food, she sat obediently at the table, just like Mu Qingrong, and waited.
First came a plate of vibrant green stir-fried vegetables, crisp and tender; a little while later, a plate of eggplant with minced pork and garlic sauce arrived, a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate; then came braised pork belly, glistening and tender… hot and sour shredded potatoes, fresh and delicious… steamed corn and sweet potatoes, and corn and pork rib soup…
Mu Qingyu and Mu Qingrong's eyes almost popped into the table.
Xiao Ai looked at the silly-looking brother and sister in front of the table with some curiosity. Actually, she was originally a little afraid of Mu Qingyu.
This fear is not prejudiced; it is simply the awe of a weaker species toward a stronger one.
But she realized at this moment that Mu Qingyu was not so scary after all, nor was he the kind of person who was absolute and domineering.
Mo Huaiyu was used to seeing the siblings like this. Back in the hospital, when Han Yu was cooking, they were just like this, looking like they hadn't had a proper meal in centuries.
But in fact, these two people were the best in terms of "economic conditions".
"Xiao Rong, stop looking. Come with me next door and call everyone over. We'll eat together once everyone's here!"
Mu Qingrong only heard the word "eat," and he practically jumped up to push Mo Huaiyu's wheelchair. As for the negative emotions Mu Xiangbei's appearance brought him—to hell with them! Nothing is more important than delicious food!
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