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When eating at noon, Fu Yun watched Jiang Yan swallow the steamed bun with a little sauce, and felt uncomfortable.

They are so poor that they can only eat steamed buns.Why did you write a note asking him what he had for lunch?

Fu Yun picked up a few mouthfuls of vegetables, the more he thought about it, the more unpleasant it became.In the end, he just threw his plate over to him.

With a stinky face, he snorted coldly, "I don't want to eat."

Jiang Yan looked at the dinner plate with big fish and meat mixed with seafood in front of him, and swallowed extremely uncomfortable.

He turned his head and quickly took a few mouthfuls of steamed buns. After swallowing, he regretted: "I've finished eating too, let's go."

Fu Yun: ...

I didn't mean that, I let you eat my meal!

Fu Yun was so angry that he was hurt internally.

In the afternoon exam, Jiang Yan didn't bother him anymore.It's just that once the exam was over, he was nowhere to be seen.

Fu Yun always felt that Jiang Yan might do something wrong again, and he always felt flustered and uneasy.

Sure enough, wait for him to return to the dormitory.

In the bedroom, pots and pans jingled.There are also bursts of fragrance.

Looking at the red bottom of the pot, Fu Yun had the urge to lift his legs and run for the first time.

This guy Jiang Yan actually cooks hot pot openly in the dormitory!

Fu Yun's face was completely dark: "Why cook hot pot in the dormitory?"

"Didn't I say that? I want to have a romantic dinner with my little classmate." Seeing Fu Yun's complexion, Jiang Yan hurriedly made amends.

Fu Yun:? ? ?

This is what he called a romantic dinner?

Fu Yun wanted to throw his pig's brain into it and cook it with his own hands!

Although he thought so, his face softened unexpectedly.

"How much did you spend in total?" Fu Yun asked immediately.

"Why care about so many details?" Jiang Yan waved his hand.

"How many?"

"I also cooked with Chai Yi and Ke Lei before, it's not expensive."

"How many."

Jiang Yan: ...

Seeing that Fu Yun insisted on asking the question to the end, Jiang Yan sighed quietly: "I made the small pot with the second uncle at the door, 10 yuan. I bargained for potatoes and radishes at the vegetable market, 15 yuan. I also bought fish balls and meat in the wholesale market at a low price for 30 yuan. The dipping sauce at the bottom of the pot is all prepared by myself, and it doesn’t cost money.”

55 yuan?I'm afraid he has to eat steamed buns for a month, right?

Fu Yun became angry in an instant, couldn't he treat himself a little better?

"Where did you get so much money?" He stood there angrily, casting his shadow on Jiang Yan.

"Are you in control?!" Jiang Yan was also angry.

Jiang Yan felt like an idiot.He is now sitting behind the hot pot, his face is covered by the heat of the hot pot, holding long chopsticks and a bowl in his hand, his face is still frozen with joy waiting for him to come back.

Being questioned and questioned by Fu Yun again and again made me look like an ignorant idiot!

Jiang Yan dropped his chopsticks, spewing fire from his mouth, stood up and approached him: "Does it have anything to do with you if I have money?! Can't I put the hot pot in front of you, can't you stop your mouth?!"

The distance is so close that Fu Yun can even smell Jiang Yan's own faint scent of ink under the strong smell of hot pot.

Fu Yun was even surprised by the faint scent of ink, and was distracted for a while.

He didn't know until many years later that Jiang Yan only got a little ink smell because he stayed up late every day to write homework for elementary school students, rolling in the paper tiredly.

But Fu Yun at that time didn't understand, after he regained his senses.

He found that Jiang Yan threw away the bowl angrily, and went to the bathroom, as if he was in a hurry to wash off the strong smell of hot pot.

Only he and the hot pot stayed where they were.