MTL - Take It Easy-Chapter 11 sitting

If I don't leave, you let go first.

Mu Qinglin didn't believe a word of it, so he paid attention to his wrist which was not much stronger than a matchstick.

Even if she handed her a big knife of Guan Gong, she couldn't play it, and still cut people? It's fine if you don't flash your waist.

However, the facts are the facts, and you still need to wink more or less to be a human being.

"Letter..." Mu Qinglin said.

Zhou Yi's lips moved, and his voice sounded like he had just slipped through the ice and snow, and said coldly: "Liar..."

"What liar?" Yang Ling turned her head and saw the hill-like snow on Zhou Yi's head and shoulders, then looked at her overly indifferent expression, opened her mouth, slapped her thigh, and laughed earth-shatteringly, "Hahaha !"

Mu Qing was in despair, she lit a fire, Yang Ling added firewood, what kind of crazy heart had a tacit understanding, and it didn't seem like they would burn everyone away.

Ugh-

Mu Qinglin exhaled silently.

I'm afraid I'm going to eat my heart out of my throat for this meal tonight.

Seeing Mu Qinglin's worried expression, Yang Ling suppressed a smile and said, "It's okay, I'll be fine later."

Mu Qinglin, "I hope..."

"Our Xiaojiu's temper is a bit annoying, but is she a good boy?" Yang Ling turned her mobile phone and showed the boss the paid WeChat page, "When something happens, she knows how to feel sorry for others."

Mu Qinglin glanced at Zhou Yi who had already gone away, and thought that it should be, the garbage knew to be thrown away, Wang Ba came to the door and knew to protect her, and in the kindergarten, it was good to turn around or work hard, these points are really good, that is, It would be better if the mouth is softer.

"Hmm..." Mu Qinglin agreed.

Yang Ling smiled, and walked out with her bag, "Can Miss Mu come here often in the future? You can't make any good friends in Hongmen Lane, and the store is full of men with nerves thicker than arms. Xiaojiu is still young. Need some decent people like you around."

Yang Ling said this suddenly.

Mu Qinglin was stunned for a few seconds, shook his head, and said with a smile: "I'm not a good person either."

"That's a bad guy?" Yang Ling looked at Mu Qinglin and asked.

Mu Qinglin took a bag of ingredients from her and said hesitantly, "It doesn't count..."

"..."—

When Mu Qinglin and Yang Ling returned to "Buddha Demon", Zhou Yi was taking a shower upstairs.

"What kind of bath are you taking now?" Tang Yuanzhou asked.

Xiao Hei, "It's because she's not clean."

Tang Yuanzhou, "What?"

"The snow on Lao Ma's clearing awning covered half of her head, so she probably thought it was dirty." Yang Ling explained at the door.

Tang Yuanzhou followed the voice and found that Mu Qinglin was also there. He immediately lost his mind to pay attention to Zhou Yi, walked over quickly and said, "Why are you with my wife?"

Yang Ling was the first to explain, "I met you on the road and I invited you to eat hot pot."

"Really?" Tang Yuanzhou hurriedly made an appointment with Mu Qinglin, "Two sips later?"

Mu Qinglin, "OK..."

Tang Yuanzhou went to the kitchen alone to prepare.

Mu Qinglin asked Yang Ling to sit and chat aside.

After a while, Zhou Yi walked down the stairs comfortably.

There was still a blush from the steam on her face, and her hair was not completely dried, so she didn't lose that fluffy feeling because of her excellent hair volume.

The length is just over the neck, dyed with green wood ash, cut very finely, stand in front of Mu Qinglin and Yang Ling, and shake it casually to get out of shape.

Xiao Hei was leaning against the glass door of the store to watch the TV here. When he saw Zhou Yi's hair toss and the messy hairstyle, he whistled in a very face-saving way and said, "Handsome!"

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows at him triumphantly, "Sightseeing..." Then he crossed the chair with one foot and sat down, shaking his leg at the edge of it.

Within three seconds, his head was covered by a large woolen hood.

Standing behind Zhou Yi, Yang Ling said angrily, "Is your head not cold?"

Zhou Yi slammed down the chair with a "boom", with a suffocated expression, "That's not wearing such an ugly hat."

Yang Ling leaned over to Zhou Yi, pretended to look at her, and said, "Oh, what's so ugly? The little tiger, with big eyes, is very similar to you, isn't it, Ms. Mu?"

Mu Qinglin was suddenly pulled into the battlefield, squeezed the hand holding the cup, saw Zhou Yi glaring at her, and threatened her nakedly, "If you dare to nod, you will die."

Mu Qinglin consciously eats the soft rather than the hard, so she folded her legs, put the cup she was holding onto her lap, and said calmly, "You can't say they look alike, they're exactly the same."

Zhou Yi pushed up his hat and gave her a pair of big eyes.

—

When eating hot pot, Tang Yuanzhou was next to Yang Ling, and Mu Qinglin was opposite. The three of them formed a group of their own, and they could chat on any topic.

As for Zhou Yi, the chair was far away from Mu Qinglin, and Du Miao Miao sat at the corner of the table alone, eating one bite after another.

"You should be a professional in taking pictures, right?" Tang Yuanzhou asked.

Mu Qinglin, "It's not too bad."

"What about the processing and restoration of old photos?"

"It's okay, if it's too complicated, it will be sent to Taiwan. There are people in the technology center who specialize in this."

"A few sets of old photos here are damaged, can you help me take a look?" Tang Yuanzhou held up the cup and sighed, "The works of my youth are immature, but my heart is hot, and I can't put them down for a long time."

"No problem..." Mu Qinglin clinked glasses with Tang Yuanzhou, "It just so happens that I will take a day off tomorrow. If it's convenient for you, I'll come and see you tomorrow."

Tang Yuanzhou, "It's convenient if it's inconvenient, I'll do it."

At the corner of the table, Zhou Yi ate too much meat and panicked with thirst. When he heard the word "dried", his dehydrated DNA immediately started to move, and he grabbed the cup and put it to his mouth.

The drink is gone, now go to the refrigerator to get it, and the spicy beef will definitely be gone when I come back.

She's been waiting for this all night.

Zhou Yi glanced at the tumbling meat in the pot, her tangled eyes looked like someone was trying to steal her life.

Mu Qinglin noticed it and reflected that he should have done nothing, but he still asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing..." Zhou Yi stared at the piece of meat that just floated up, and quickly handed the cup to Mu Qinglin's hand and said, "Pour me some of your wine." Anyway, there is water, as long as it can quench your thirst, she doesn't pick .

Mu Qinglin hesitated, "Can you drink?"

Zhou Yi, "I don't know..."

"..." Mu Qinglin looked at Tang Yuanzhou, who shook his head, "I haven't seen it before, but I'm old enough, give her a lick."

Mu Qinglin glanced at the white wine in the glass and said, is it too rough to raise a child like this?

"Hurry up..." Zhou Yi urged, the body of the ice-cold cup hit Mu Qinglin's wrist, the pain made her want to curse.

Enduring the pain, Mu Qinglin picked up the wine bottle and poured Zhou Yi just enough to lick.

Zhou Yi swung the cup in front of her eyes, then turned to look at her and said, "Do you think it covers the bottom?"

Mu Qinglin saw the orange juice residue in the cup, and replied against his conscience, "Cover it."

"Du!" The cup was slapped back on the table by Zhou Yi.

Tang Yuanzhou filled her up directly.

Mu Qinglin, "..." Why don't you put the bottle directly?

In the following time, while chatting with Tang Yuanzhou and his wife, Mu Qinglin paid attention to Zhou Yi's movement from the corner of his eye.

She didn't speak the whole time, and she only sipped wine when she ate meat, eating with all her heart.

Seeing her holding a quail egg firmly and stuffing it into her mouth again, Mu Qinglin looked down at the one she had just pricked with the tip of her chopsticks, silently stopped, pressed the quail egg into the sauce and buried it , and at the same time sighed in my heart, "As expected of the "Nine" teacher, massive. "

"Qinglin..." Yang Ling was already familiar with Mu Qinglin, and she called her name affectionately and asked, "Are you still eating?"

Mu Qinglin, "No, it's almost up to my throat."

"Okay, then I won't play this game, you..."

"Xia..." Teacher Jiu said suddenly, with calm eyes, sitting upright, carefully pointed the mushroom soup pot with his finger, and said, "Xiali Li."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and continued to look for food in the bowl.

The other three looked at each other tacitly.

Yang Ling covered her mouth with her hand and said, "Drink too much?"

Eighty percent.

From where Mu Qing was sitting, she could see Zhou Yi's bowl. There used to be more than half a bowl of sesame paste and crushed peanuts in it, but now she almost licked it clean, and...

Mu Qinglin looked down at Zhou Yi's knees touching hers, but couldn't remember why she moved the chair back.

"Then should I go down or not?" Yang Ling hesitated.

Her loud voice was heard by Teacher Jiu, who looked up at her and said with a straight voice: "Next..."

Yang Ling raised her hand and poured the whole dish into the spicy pot.

Mu Qinglin's stomach convulsed when he saw the oily hot peppers wrapped up in an instant.

Gluten, spinach and other things in the hot pot, who would have thought of it?

"Sit next to me for a while?" Tang Yuanzhou asked Mu Qinglin.

Mu Qinglin is sorry, the master next to him is still eating, how can she get off the table first as a guest.

Mu Qinglin was about to refuse, but before he could speak, his master suddenly pressed down on his thigh.

That feeling was too awkward, too strange, and too sudden, Mu Qinglin couldn't hold back, and bumped back with the chair, making a short noise on the ground.

Teacher Jiu said after the sound, "Sit down..."

After speaking, he grabbed Mu Qinglin's leg threateningly.

At that moment, Mu Qinglin felt that the discomfort on her legs, which was just scratching, turned into thousands of ants crawling. The more she tensed her muscles to resist, the clearer the feeling became. She felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to die in place.

"Zhou Yi..." Mu Qinglin wanted to remind Zhou Yi that he had something to say.

Before the words came out, Zhou Yi suddenly turned to stare at her and said, "I can't finish eating, Tang Yuanzhou and his wife don't share it for me, and even make fun of me for eating too much, it happens every time."

Mu Qing went back to the words that were on her lips, and finally said nothing.

She is really a soft-hearted person, not to mention staring straight into her eyes, or just keeping her head open, talking to her in such an aggrieved, pitiful tone, she would have to think for a few more seconds.

Zhou Yi... the eyes are big, and she is too able to look into them for grievances.

Mu Qinglin held his breath and dared not vomit, and said as calmly as possible: "I won't leave, you let go first."

Teacher Jiu looked down, hesitating.

After a long time, Teacher Jiu thought it over clearly, retracted the claws with at least twice the slow motion, raised his chin, pointed to the cooked dishes in the pot, and said: "The rolling is too strong, I can't hold it, you give it to me." folder."

"?" The stall can't hold such a big vegetable, but can it hold a round meatball? Simply logical genius.

Mu Qing turned her legs to the side, avoiding Zhou Yi as much as possible, and kept her upper body upright. She picked up the pair of chopsticks and asked her, "What do you want to eat?"

Teacher Nine, "Spinach..."

Mu Qinglin immediately picked up a piece of spinach from the top of the tumbling soup and prepared it for Zhou Yi. Before the chopsticks left the pot, Teacher Jiu added in a low voice, "Just one vegetable leaf is enough."

"??" What about the remaining half of the pot? ?

For the first time in Mu Qinglin's life, she showed a dumbfounded expression in front of outsiders.