Who wants to learn sewing skills while dating?

"Hiss, it's so itchy, Dr. Chu, go slower!"

"Bear with it." Doctor Chu was very ruthless.

"I didn't see anyone else in Dr. Chu's apartment when I came last time. Does Dr. Chu live alone?" Mo Heng asked knowingly.

"Yeah. If I had a roommate, I'd be terrified to see a bloody person lying on my bed in the middle of the night."

"So... is there no one living in the bedroom next to Dr. Chu?" Mo Heng finally revealed his purpose and exposed his true colors.

Chu Jun didn't think much about it and nodded, "There used to be one, but their whole family went to France, so my roommate left with them, and the bedroom next door has been empty for a while."

"What do you think if Dr. Chu and I become roommates?" Mo Heng's smile was so common that it was a bit flattering.

"You?" Chu Jun looked at Mo Heng. He knew that Mo Heng's purpose in doing this must be not simple, but Mo Heng wanted something from him and wanted to live with him. Isn't this a good opportunity for Chu Jun to make a request?

Chu Jun pretended to think for a moment before agreeing to Mo Heng's request to live together: "Sure, but I'm busy with work and I need someone to cook for me. If Master Mo thinks you can do it, you can come."

In this way, Young Master Mo obtained the right to live with Dr. Chu, even though he had written a blank check to Dr. Chu and his cooking skills were unknown.

"Move out and live with that kid from the Chu family?"

The head of the Mo family, Mo Heng's biological father, looked at his good son who came to him for help with a tone of surprise, and even the tea in his mouth had no taste.

"Yes, Father, isn't Dr. Chu the one who catches your eye the most among our peers? Dr. Chu is kind and has already agreed to let me go. Just give me some peace of mind, and I'll move in without hesitation."

Mo Heng was very efficient in his work, and he took the initiative to look for his biological father early the next morning.

Mr. Mo put down his teacup and looked at the young man in front of him who was sitting with his legs crossed and had no knowledge. The expression on his face clearly said: Can you be so obedient?

Mo Heng felt that his father was too prejudiced against him, and he needed to defend himself. "Dad, this matter of fate is mysterious. Once it's here, it's unstoppable. I just get along well with Dr. Chu, and I'm happy to listen to him. I'll live with him from now on, and I promise I'll never go to places like Changsan Hall again, okay?"

"Okay!" After hearing Mo Heng's promise, Mr. Mo readily agreed.

My son understands it himself.

Although Mo Heng is a bad guy, he still has one good point: he admits his mistakes and always abides by the oaths he swore.

He promised himself that he would not go to Changsantang anymore, and he definitely would not go.

In order to stop his son from living a slacking life, it seems that he should let the two of them meet earlier.

You know what, his son is really showing some signs of turning over a new leaf now.

It seems that this business can be taken over by him.

Mo's father had his wishful thinking going on in his mind, and he arranged Mo Heng's future life in detail, not caring about his son's life or death at all.

Speaking of moving, it naturally happened quickly. Within a few days, there was a new resident in the bedroom next to Chu Yun.

One day when Chu Jun was getting off work, she saw Mo Heng waving at her from the window.

"Moving in so soon?" Chu Jun visited his neighbor and was shocked to see that his luggage was almost packed.

"Yes, it's rare for the old man to agree, so I have to come here quickly before he changes his mind."

Mo Heng invited Chu Jun to enjoy his Italian imported cowhide sofa, which was very soft.

Chu Jun felt that Mo Heng was being too attentive to him for no reason and was either a traitor or a thief, and his behavior was very suspicious. However, Mo Heng just sat next to him and didn't even make a dirty move. At the moment, Chu Jun couldn't find any fault with him.

"Since you've moved here, you have to abide by the agreement." Chu Jun sat for a while and then prepared to leave because he had worked a long class today and was a little tired.

"Don't worry, the dishes I cook are the best in my house, and no one dares to say they're second."

Chu Yun believed it.

But on the second day, I decided to withdraw my trust a little.

Putting something pitch black on the plate, even if it were just specks of mud on the plate, would probably be more beautiful than this.

If Mo Heng hadn't said it, Chu Jun would have thought it was a stowaway from some Cthulhu world. At the very least, it was some inedible thing.

How could it be a fried egg?

"Are you sure the source of this thing is the egg laid by the hen?"

Chu Jun didn't even have the courage to touch the plate with a fork, and expressed deep doubts about Mo Heng's bold words yesterday.

"Yes!" Mo Heng said confidently, "This is a fried egg! And this is the millet porridge I cooked. Try it."

Mo Heng probably has some ability that can make everything that passes through his hands not very delicious.

Anyway, Chu Jun looked at the bowl of porridge that looked a little gray and couldn't eat it.

"Are you really the best cook in your family?" Chu Jun put down his cutlery, sighed, and decided to let his stomach go. There was no need to compromise himself for love at this time.

Mo Heng nodded: "I am the only one in our family who cooks delicious dishes besides the chef."

Okay, Chu Yun knows where the source of the problem is.

I was just fooled.

Mo Heng played a word game with himself.

The Mo family all had wealthy ancestors, so how could they cook by themselves? They probably had never been in the kitchen!

In comparison, Mo Heng, the young master who knew how to use kitchen utensils and didn't blow up the kitchen at home, was probably the best cook.

Poor Chu Jun thought yesterday that Mo Heng’s cooking was better than the Mo family’s chef’s!

"Forget it, I'll take you out to eat." Chu Jun put down his bowl and chopsticks, stood up, took his coat, and prepared to go out.

"No, try it." Mo Heng held Chu Jun and brought the bowl of porridge to Chu Jun attentively.

Chu Yun declined out of consideration for his own health and the safety of his patients.

And he felt that he should let Mo Heng have a correct self-awareness.

"Why don't you try it?" Chu Jun said tactfully.

Mo Heng's hands froze there, his expression somewhat unnatural.

Now Chu Jun knew that this young master had probably tasted it secretly himself.

Anyone with a normal sense of taste would not find this tasty.

"Okay, let's put the food here first and go out to eat. If it's any later, I'll be late for work."

"Okay." Mo Heng cleaned up the things on the table, took his coat and went out.

Along the way, Young Master Mo looked extremely shocked, and he didn't even smile when he ate his favorite braised pork buns.

"Unhappy?" Chu Jun took a sip of soy milk and decided to show some concern. After all, judging by Mo Heng's acting skills in front of him, this unhappiness was probably real.

"I will definitely do better next time than today!" I clenched my fist and encouraged myself secretly!

Chu Jun didn't want to dampen Mo Heng's enthusiasm, and even had high expectations for him. After all, Mo Heng himself was very good at cooking, and he had a good foundation. With more practice, he would always get better.

Perhaps it was because Young Master Mo Heng had gotten used to the life in this dimension that he lost his standards.