Following the beautiful figure of the imperial sister in front of her, Su Qingyu followed her step by step in the alley.
As the heroine in this time-travel novel, Mu Hanyan's life experience is naturally described in eight characters:
Both parents died, and he was living in poverty and renting a house.
As a standard Feng Aotian protagonist template, she showed unparalleled learning talent when she was a girl.
Relying on the inheritance left by her parents, she successfully completed high school and entered Jiangcheng Medical University with the top score in the city.
The university's preferential treatment for her was a full national scholarship.
Last month, Mu Hanyan was planning to use his essay to compete for the Youth Award, but Su Qingyu cut him off through his connections.
She didn't care about the honor of winning the award, but she was thinking about the 50,000 yuan bonus.
With this money, she can sublet a house with a better environment.
As the alley went deeper and deeper, Su Qingyu gradually started to sweat on his forehead.
Looking at the surrounding roads, they are suffocatingly cramped, and the young men with yellow hair wandering around the streets from time to time also indicate that the security here is not as good as that in the city center.
"Scared?"
"How can a spoiled little princess like you understand the sufferings of the world?"
Mu Hanyan glanced back at the nervous Su Qingyu and said mockingly,
"That paper might be a chance for you to shine."
“But for me, it’s the rent and living expenses for the next semester!”
He couldn't help but secretly cursed Mu Hanyan for his lack of virtue.
Su Qingyu said softly:
"Those yellow guys on the street have been staring at your long legs, sister. Do you really not have to worry?"
The word sister made Mu Hanyan, who had always regarded Su Qingyu as her enemy, feel inwardly: "So, is she so cute when she calls her sister?"
Although he was distracted for a moment, but remembering Su Qingyu's previous behavior as a green tea bitch, Mu Hanyan still said in a cold tone:
"They don't look at me for a day or two anymore."
"But no action was ever taken."
"Do you know why?"
"Because their last boss was kicked out of office by me."
"Don't even look at what my family did before. Since their boss retired honorably, which bastard in the entire city village dares to come and cause trouble for me?"
Kick...waste...to pieces.
Su Qingyu wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and couldn't help but feel a chill in her lower body.
"It turns out it's gone a long time ago, so it's okay."
Feeling that Ai Kun did not exist, she silently determined in her heart to temporarily implement the girl's policy of forbearance.
After walking through countless narrow alleys composed of handshake buildings, the two finally stopped in front of door 302 of a rental house.
"Crunch!"
As the door opened, Mu Hanyan motioned for Su Qingyu to come in.
There is a small living room at the entrance, with a pink sofa in the middle and a doll that was sent to the dead pig.
Under the sofa is also a pink carpet with a Clow card magic circle painted on it.
In front of the sofa, an old coffee table is filled with various medical books.
Looking up and looking around, there was no TV on the wall, but there were some pink wallpapers.
To the left of the living room is the kitchen and a small bathroom separated by a wall.
On the right is a bedroom with a pink curtain.
"Sister, I didn't expect that the interior of your home would be so girlish despite your usual sarcastic remarks."
Looking at the layout of the house, Su Qingyu couldn't help but said.
Mu Hanyan, who always had a cold face, heard Su Qingyu's comments, her face turned red instantly, and she replied angrily:
"Who told you to look around? Put your bag down and cook for me!"
Su Qingyu curled her lips helplessly and walked into the kitchen.
In the living room, Mu Hanyan looked at Su Qingyu who was looking for ingredients in the kitchen with stern eyes, and sneered:
"If your cooking doesn't taste good later, let's see how I humiliate you."
At this time, in the kitchen.
Su Qingyu was very handy.
Although he was the eldest son of the Su Group in his previous life, a truly rich second generation, his interest was not in business like his mother's, but rather in cooking.
The reason why he was hit by a truck and transported across time was because of his strict requirements for ingredients. He wanted to go to the vegetable market to buy fresh pig intestines in person, which was why he suffered a misfortune.
Now she looked at the familiar pots and pans in front of her and smiled, revealing two cute tiger teeth: "Now it's my turn to perform."
Use half a frozen chicken, a few radishes and a bag of vermicelli found in the refrigerator.
She made a pot of chicken and vermicelli stew very easily.
"Hey, here comes the chicken soup!"
Mu Hanyan, who was curled up on the sofa reading a book, saw Su Qingyu, who looked confident, walking out of the kitchen with a pot of chicken soup.
Wanting to find fault, she smelled the strong smell of chicken soup in the air, and she was really a little greedy.
"Give me a bowl."
Cong pointed at the coffee table in front of her, Mu Hanyan still said coldly.
"Sister, I'll give you the chicken legs and chicken kidneys. You can also eat more."
Su Qingyu filled a bowl of chicken soup and placed it in front of Mu Hanyan.
"Eat it while it's hot. It's a good thing to drink chicken soup when you get home from school."
Looking at the appetizing chicken in the bowl, Mu Hanyan licked her lips and immediately picked up a piece of chicken kidney and put it in her mouth.
"this..."
She was originally going to find fault after taking one bite, but now she felt the delicious chicken in her mouth, and all the words she wanted to say were blocked.
Since her parents died unexpectedly when she was 13 years old, she has no relatives willing to take her in. Although she lives a hard life in this rental building with her parents' inheritance, she has never had much talent for cooking.
So she later became accustomed to ordering cheap takeaways to satisfy her hunger. Even the chicken and vegetables in the refrigerator were given to her by the landlady next door who had to go on a long trip a week ago and was afraid that they would not be eaten after being left in the refrigerator for too long.
At this moment, when I first tasted the delicious chicken soup, my heart suddenly warmed up and I was nostalgic for the feeling I had when my mother was alive.
The warm scene of her mother bringing three dishes and one soup after school every day, and her father, a taekwondo coach, smiling and pushing open the door to greet Mu Hanyan for dinner, has never been seen again since she was 13 years old.
Looking at Sister Yu, who was so cool just now, she was savoring the chicken soup in her hand with a gentle expression.
Su Qingyu's eyes widened.
"she..."
"You can be so beautiful when you're not serious."
While Su Qingyu was immersed in Mu Hanyan's beauty, Mu Hanyan, who carefully finished a bowl of chicken soup, said to Su Qingyu in a gentle tone:
"I didn't expect you to be so smart."
Secretly taking a look at the gentle and sweet girl standing in front of her, Mu Hanyan stretched out the bowl with not a drop of soup left, and said with a slightly red face,
"Um...I don't usually cook. I just have a bowl at home. You can wash it and eat it."
Seeing that the elder sister in front of her had softened her attitude toward him, Su Qingyu handed the bowl of chicken soup to the surprised Mu Hanyan, then turned and went downstairs to buy a set of bowls and chopsticks.
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"Although I don't know what your difficulties are, if you don't take the initiative to tell me, I definitely won't ask."
"But no matter what, the meals every day should still be delicious."
He moved a bench and sat across from Mu Hanyan. After filling a bowl of chicken soup carelessly, Su Qingyu tasted the delicious food in the bowl and suggested to Mu Hanyan who was still sipping the soup.
At this time, Mu Hanyan, who was holding a porcelain bowl and tasting chicken soup, heard Su Qingyu's caring words, her delicate body trembled, and she thought to herself:
"Is this guy not as bad as I thought?"
