How much will you sell it to me?

130.

"Where did you buy the food? It's so slow."

When I came back, An Yang had already prepared the dishes, but the potatoes were not used, so I put them on the table casually.

"What is this?" I stared at the color-changed beans for a long time and asked.

"Potato stew with beans without potatoes." An Yang brought the bowl and chopsticks to the table, and said calmly.

"You put too much soy sauce."

An Yang handed the chopsticks to me, "Do you want to eat?"

"……eat."

In fact, I don't really want to eat it, but this is An Yang's first time cooking, so I have to cheer for it anyway.

I put a bean in my mouth, chew, chew... drink water.

"Did you put half a bag of salt in it?" I put half a glass of water into my stomach and asked him with a wrinkled face.

Seeing this, An Yang picked up his chopsticks and ate. After eating, he said, "Just eat with water."

I:"……"

131.

Art students came back one after another, the school became more crowded, and eating in the cafeteria was all about running against time.

I met Muller three times in a week, and he greeted me very positively every time he saw me.

Lan hasn't looked for me since Mueller came back.

And there is one thing that I keep in mind all the time, but I can't find a suitable time to ask it out.