Chapter 192 (2/2)
The utensils in the kitchen are very new. It feels like they have just been decorated.
”Master...” go to the door, Mu Qinghuan with hot noodles, called three times, this just pushed the door to go in.
The man was tall and covered with thin sheets.
”Master, get up and eat?” Mu Qinghuan put down the noodles and squatted on the floor. He couldn't lift the quilt directly. What if, what if he didn't wear clothes?
”Master, master.” After three calls in a row, the man did not move. Mu Qinghuan worried that the noodles would not taste good if they were soft, so he stood up boldly and raised his wrist. Originally, he wanted to pinch his shoulder, but the hanging palm just changed its direction and moved to his face because of curiosity.
Breathing deeply, Mu Qinghuan shakes his wrist and touches his mask.
Hehe, she is just curious why he wears a mask.
Just as the finger was about to lift the mask, the strong palm caught her at the same time.
”What do you want to do?” Maybe he just woke up, his voice was hoarse.
”Oh, I want to... Wake the master up for dinner.” Mu Qinghuan pointed to the noodles.
”Is that what people eat?” His voice is disdainful. It seems that his requirements are quite high.
Sighing, sighing, Mu Qinghuan sincerely explained, ”this is what you eat at home. If you are a teacher, there are only two ways for you to eat or not to eat.”
”The third way.” The last name raised his cell phone and dialed a call, ”well, my favorite one, I'll order supper.”
There are 10000 pieces of grass in my heart. Your mother is collapsing. MuQing hugs the noodles happily. ”Teacher, waste is shameful. If you don't eat it, then I'm not polite.”
”How can I eat it when it's so cold?” He reached out, grabbed the noodles and emptied them into the dustbin.
”My body is so strong that I don't mind eating cold things...” as frightened, Mu Qinghuan looks at the corpse of noodles pitifully.
”Do you mind eating garbage?” He pointed to the trash can.
”Of course I do!” Swallow saliva, Mu Qinghuan nodded heavily.
”You go out, I'll get dressed.” In fact, when he opened the sheet, Mu Qinghuan had already covered his eyes and ran away.
In less than five minutes, this guy was dressed neatly and appeared on the stairs. He was not surprised to see that the living room was so clean. He went down the stairs and stood opposite Mu Qinghuan. He threw her a manuscript. ”Today, your task is to learn these.”
”It's too hard. Why don't we just learn Arabic numerals?” Mu Qinghuan smiles cute.
”Don't you want to follow me?” Sitting on the sofa, he put on the boss and taught her.
Mu Qinghuan frowned and remembered that when she wrote her first song, Feng Cheng also liked to let her learn the staff, but she just didn't want to learn it. What's the use of learning it?
She doesn't want to be a musician, she just sings!
”I don't want to learn staff!” Mu Qinghuan clearly pointed out, where know inexplicably suddenly turned out a ruler, to her palm hit, ”learn or not?”
He did it?
”No learning!” She has a temper, too, OK?
”Or not?” Frown, he is a ruler down.
”Just don't learn!” Mu Qinghuan said obstinately!
”...” this time he did not ask any more. Without saying a word, he continued to greet her with his ruler.
”Wait a minute!” Deeply breathing, Mu Qing said cheerfully, ”hands are broken, how to learn?”
”There's medicine.” After that, he reached out and touched her head. ”You are afraid of pain. It seems that this move is very useful. If you are not good, hit you in the palm of the hand until you are good.”