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“Old Su, what are you doing standing there? Let us in…”
“Su Jiang, who is it?”
Before Wang Ziyang could finish his sentence, An Ruo walked over in her slippers.
However, she stopped halfway, because she saw Wang Ziyang and Ji Meng!
Wang Ziyang stared wide-eyed, looking at An Ruo, then at Su Jiang.
He looked at An Ruo’s slippers.
Then he looked at Su Jiang’s slippers.
After a long silence, Wang Ziyang raised his head, extended his hand, and gave Su Jiang a thumbs up.
Then, he turned his head, took Ji Meng, and turned to leave, as if he had made up his mind.
“Sorry, Old Su, I didn’t know you and An Ruo had progressed to this point. I’m sorry for the interruption.”
“It’s not like that, you jerk!”
Su Jiang was anxious and quickly stepped forward to grab Wang Ziyang, pulling him back.
After Wang Ziyang and Ji Meng entered the house, Su Jiang quickly closed the door and looked at Wang Ziyang seriously.
“Listen, I can explain.”
“No need to explain, Old Su, I understand, I understand everything!”
“No… An Ruo, you should say something!”
“An Ruo?”
Seeing Wang Ziyang’s “you can say whatever you want, I’m not listening” attitude, Su Jiang had no choice but to turn to An Ruo for help.
But to his surprise, An Ruo’s eyes were now devoid of light.
She stood there, completely stunned. Ji Meng waved her hand in front of An Ruo’s face, but she didn’t react.
The first day of living with Su Jiang, no, less than a day, and the two people who shouldn’t have found out, found out about this.
An Ruo just wanted to find a hole to crawl into right now.
…
Half an hour later, Ji Meng and An Ruo were whispering in An Ruo’s room.
And Su Jiang finally explained the situation of their living together to Wang Ziyang.
Wang Ziyang sat on the sofa, his mouth twitching.
“You mean, An Ruo is staying at your place because her family is away these days, and she’s afraid you’ll bully this little white cat?”
“That’s right. She just moved in today. Look, even this big yellow rat is just brought upstairs from downstairs!”
Su Jiang pointed to the Pikachu on the sofa, which An Ruo hadn’t had time to carry inside.
Wang Ziyang blinked his eyes and sighed softly.
“Old Su, why are you so nervous? We’re friends. “
“Living together is living together, it’s not a big deal.”
“Why do you have to make up such a ridiculous reason to fool me?”
Su Jiang opened his mouth, but stopped himself.
Forget it, I’m tired. Believe it if you want.
“I don’t care what you do with An Ruo, but I came here today to announce something good to you!”
Wang Ziyang chuckled, glanced at An Ruo’s room, then leaned close to Su Jiang’s ear and whispered:
“Ji Meng and I are officially together.”
He looked at Su Jiang triumphantly after saying that.
But he found that Su Jiang’s face was completely calm.
“So, what does this have to do with you coming here to mooch off my food?”
“What kind of talk is that? You’re my best friend, of course I’d tell you about this good news first.”
“Be honest.”
“Uh… Okay, actually, at the hotpot restaurant last time, didn’t Ji Meng say she wanted to treat you to dinner?”
After saying that, Wang Ziyang glared at Su Jiang fiercely. Until now, Ji Meng still thought that Su Jiang was the one who paid for the hotpot last time.
“So, I thought I’d just take this opportunity to come eat at your place. I’ve been mooching off your food all the time anyway.”
“But who knew you and An Ruo…”
Before they could finish their conversation, the door to An Ruo’s room opened, and the two girls walked out arm in arm, like good sisters.
An Ruo was no longer as embarrassed as before. She had figured it out.
She and Su Jiang were innocent, and nothing could be done to them!
What’s there to be afraid of?
“Su Jiang, has Ziyang told you?” Ji Meng smiled and said, “An Ruo is here today, so we both decided to cook ourselves and let you and Ziyang try our skills.”
Su Jiang: “???”
Wang Ziyang: “???”
The two brothers immediately became alert, exchanging glances and whispering secretly.
Su Jiang: What’s going on? You didn’t tell me Ji Meng was going to cook?
Wang Ziyang: How would I know she had this plan? I thought you were going to cook.
Su Jiang: How’s Ji Meng’s cooking? Is it edible?
Wang Ziyang: Don’t get your hopes up. What about An Ruo?
Su Jiang: Hehe.
At this moment, the two brothers didn’t hesitate, abandoning their past grievances and choosing to join forces.
They must stop this pair of good sisters from entering the kitchen!
Su Jiang stood up and took the lead.
“Well, I think, this is my house after all, it’s not very appropriate for you to cook. I’ll do it.”
An Ruo immediately said, “Su Jiang, don’t you believe in my cooking?”
Nonsense, I’d be a ghost if I believed you.
Su Jiang thought to himself, but still said, “How could I not believe you? I’m just afraid you’re not familiar with the kitchen appliances here.”
“It’s okay, if I don’t know how to use something, I’ll ask you then.”
“But…”
“If you say anything else, you’re not trusting me.”
Su Jiang sat down on the sofa and spread his hands to Wang Ziyang.
Bro, I did my best.
Wang Ziyang glared at Su Jiang fiercely, you useless thing!
I’ll have to do it myself.
Wang Ziyang stood up and launched the second wave of attack.
“Ji Meng, I think…”
“Sit down.” Ji Meng smiled sweetly and uttered two words.
“Okay.”
Wang Ziyang immediately shut up and obediently sat down.
Su Jiang, on the other side, stared wide-eyed, incredulously looking at Wang Ziyang.
No, bro?
You’re going to zero output?
Did you talk yourself into this position after dating?
On the balcony, Fugui squinted at the two of them, yawned.
This human is more cowardly than a dog.
So, Ji Meng and An Ruo closed the kitchen door and started cooking with great enthusiasm inside.
While Su Jiang and Wang Ziyang lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, their eyes vacant, as if waiting for their execution.
“Are they really okay?”
Su Jiang kept glancing at the kitchen, worried.
Won’t they blow up my kitchen?
“Relax, Old Su, maybe they’ll give us a surprise. Don’t always think about things in a bad way.” Wang Ziyang comforted him.
It turned out that Su Jiang was overthinking. Although An Ruo and Ji Meng’s cooking skills were indeed not very good, they wouldn’t blow up the kitchen.
……
An hour later, the four of them sat at the dining table.
Su Jiang and Wang Ziyang stared at the two dishes on the table, falling into endless silence.
Because An Ruo and Ji Meng’s abilities were limited, they realized halfway through that they had overestimated their skills, so they each only made one dish in the end.
“These chicken wings…” Su Jiang used his chopsticks to poke at the chicken wings in the dish.
“I made them, how are they?” An Ruo’s eyes were filled with excitement. This was her unique and creative dish.
Su Jiang’s eyes twitched as he looked at the colorful chicken wings in the dish. He said,
“I’m relatively familiar with the yellow chicken wings, but the green ones…”
“It’s spinach juice, I added spinach juice!”
“What about the purple ones…”
“Dragon fruit!”
“And the black ones…”
“They got burned!”
You burned them, and you’re still so confident?
“And the orange ones…”
“That’s the Cajun sauce, Su Jiang. You don’t recognize the others, but you don’t even recognize this one?” An Ruo was a little dissatisfied.
Su Jiang’s mouth twitched. If it were on the same plate as the other contestants, I wouldn’t have thought it was so normal.
An Ruo clapped her hands and looked at Su Jiang with anticipation, “How is it? My chicken wings are creative, right?”
Yeah, creative, they’re creative to death.
Su Jiang’s heart sank.
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