After knocking the opponent's CP

When it was time for dinner, Yuan Qiubai asked Hua Yu if he wanted to order takeaway.

The crew didn't inform them about the dinner, and it's not convenient for them to go out to eat because of their current identities - after all, it's not Chinese New Year, and there are quite a lot of people on the street.

Hua Yu was lying on a rattan chair reading a book, with a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of her nose; she raised her eyes to look at Yuan Qiubai, and asked, "Will your assistant bring you food?"

"Correct."

Yuan Qiubai nodded with a smile, "Yuanyuan happened to be shopping nearby, and she told me that there is a snack street here, which tastes delicious."

Hua Yu put down the book, "Want to go shopping?"

Yuan Qiubai immediately shook his head like a rattle, "Will he be recognized?"

"No, you wear a mask."

Hua Yu stood up with great interest, without even taking off her glasses - it could be seen that she was really interested in that snack street.

Yuan Qiubai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Senior, I mean you will be recognized."

Hua Yu's features are too obvious, with a wide range of fans, and the appearance of the blond-haired and blue-eyed mixed race is conspicuous enough no matter where he throws it.

"We won't be recognized. If we are recognized, we will run separately——I will shout that you are Yuan Qiubai. See who has more people chasing you! If there are fewer people, please eat!"

Hua Yu didn't have the slightest sense of being a top class, and even started to gamble on the next meal with great interest.

Yuan Qiubai had no choice but to spread his hands, "Okay... But senior, you must first promise me to cover up well, don't go out without wearing a mask like you did in City B before."

She didn't say anything like telling Hua Yu to stay in the hotel obediently and not to go out - to be precise, Yuan Qiubai never thought about not letting Hua Yu go out.

Anyway, I can't stop it, and she really wants to go out for a stroll.

Hua Yu readily agreed, borrowed Yuan Qiubai's mask and hat, wrapped them in a coat, and the two of them went out without telling each other's assistant.

The camera only took a picture of the first part of the entrance, and now the people have withdrawn; after all, no one would have thought that Hua Yu and Yuan Qiubai would dare to mess around like this.

Walking out of the orphanage, there is a long street outside, turn left and within 200 meters, there is a high school, and there is a student street next to it, which is quite lively.

School had already started in March, and the time when they came out coincided with the time when the students were out of class in the afternoon.

The gate of the school is like the big mouth of a monster, spitting out many young people in school uniforms.

Yuan Qiubai was a little worried, and looked at Hua Yu, "Senior, do you want to...tuck your hair in a little more?"

Huayu's long golden hair hung down, making her stand out.With her hands in the pockets of her coat, she walked slowly, without the slightest sense of being in the midst of a huge crowd.

Facing Yuan Qiubai's helpless worry, Hua Yu just pressed his hat symbolically, and said perfunctorily, "Cover it up, let's go."

Yuan Qiubai "..."

Forget it, why am I still counting on my seniors to have a good chat with me?

The two arrived at Student Street—the smile on Yuan Qiubai's face hadn't lasted more than 5 minutes before it gradually froze.

"Senior, do you want to eat skewers?"

"Unsanitary."

"Senior, do you eat in Sha County?"

"The boss just took the money and didn't wash his hands."

"...Senior, do you want Malatang?"

"The boss took the money and didn't wash his hands."

"..."

"Why don't you ask me?"

Hua Yu looked sideways at Yuan Qiubai; Yuan Qiubai rubbed his face, which was almost frozen from laughter, thinking why I didn't ask you, didn't you know why?

Of course, just thinking about it, I can't say this yet.

She took a deep breath, "Senior, but I'm hungry... I want to eat Mala Tang. Or I'll go in and pack a portion, and then go buy what senior wants to eat, okay?"

Yuan Qiubai talked to Hua Yu in a moderate tone of discussion—Hua Yu was wearing a mask, and Yuan Qiubai couldn't see her expression clearly, but could only see her pair of blue eyes staring at him calmly.

Inexplicably, Yuan Qiubai felt a little guilty; as if letting Hua Yu eat Malatang was really something that offended others.

Hua Yu really doesn't look like someone who can eat Malatang.

After a while, Hua Yu looked away and rubbed her slightly red ears, "Oh, let's do it in Mala Tang."

Yuan Qiubai was taken aback, "Huh?"

What did the senior just say?

Hua Yu lowered the brim of his hat, and said in a flat tone, "Go eat Mala Tang, eat it now, you are not allowed to take it home with you."

"I don't like the smell of food where I sleep."

Yuan Qiubai came to his senses, his brows and eyes curved, and a smile climbed up his face without hesitation, "Okay——"

She couldn't help jumping up in her heart, probably because she kept accommodating others in the first half of her life, while some people were willing to accommodate herself.

Senior is such a good person——

It would be even better if she didn't want to support herself.

Yuan Qiubai felt so emotional in his heart.

Northeast Malatang.

The signboard with gold letters on the red background has been smeared with oily smoke. Although the entrance is not full of people, half of the seats are full.

Yuan Qiubai pulled Hua Yu and walked to the shelf where the food was placed; Hua Yu looked hesitantly, and glanced at the food that was exposed to the air in front of her - she could even see the dust flying in the air with her naked eyes.

Yuan Qiubai seemed to be unable to see the dust, and happily handed Hua Yu a bowl and a tong, "Senior, just pick your favorite dishes and that's it... The pasta on top can be eaten as a staple food!"

After taking the bowl and the tongs, after a moment of silence, Hua Yu slowly said, "This bowl..."

Yuan Qiubai quickly took over the conversation, "Not clean?"

She wondered, it's normal for a delicate young lady like Hua Yu to dislike Malatang bowls—if it's not possible, why don't she go to the store and ask for disposable bowls and chopsticks?

Hua Yu looked at the other party's eyes that were as bright as stars, and when she reached the point of her mouth, she suddenly changed her mouth, "The design of this bowl is a bit unreasonable."

"This size and shape can easily give people the illusion that I don't have much, which prompts people to buy more food than they can digest..."

"senior!"

Yuan Qiubai rushed forward and covered Hua Yu's mouth before the shopkeeper's smile froze!

Hua Yu looked bewildered, thinking that I was right.

Through a thin layer of mask, there was a wave of warmth from the palm covering his cheek.

Soft skin texture, accompanied by light fragrance.

Hua Yu couldn't tell whether it was Yuan Qiubai who was infected with the chill of early spring, or her own fragrance.

When the shopkeeper finally looked away, Yuan Qiubai heaved a sigh of relief.She put down her hand and explained to Hua Yu in a low voice, "Senior, although we all understand the truth, but you say it like this... It will make everyone feel bad."

After saying this, Yuan Qiubai was a little worried again, afraid that Hua Yu's temper would flare up - to her surprise, Hua Yu was not angry.

She just pulled up the mask on her face a little higher, covering the tall bridge of the nose, "Well, I see."

In fact, what Hua Yu wanted to say at the beginning was not this.

But it doesn't matter now.

Through the mask, Hua Yu touched her hot cheeks; the vague fragrance seemed to be still on the tip of her nose, and even the soft and delicate touch of the skin seemed to never dissipate.

After rubbing her cheeks, she lowered her eyes, pulled off her mask like a guilty conscience, and took a breath.

The smell of Yuan Qiubai's hands...it smells so good.

Want to smell it again.

Before the author had something to say, he thought of a very interesting little theater, and then forgot to play it, so let’s add it here.

Yuan Qiubai wanted to know what poses the seniors had written. He was really curious--I didn't want to try it!

Mom, then you can just think about it, anyway, it’s the posture that Ah Jin doesn’t allow to write.

I was shocked when I came back from get off work today and saw the rise. I thought that the studio hired by someone was wrong. Then my friend reminded me that I remembered that it was the fourth day and I was on the clip.

In other words, I haven't updated it for four days since the ten thousand updates on the day I entered v.

Hmm... macho silence.

Me, I will work hard tomorrow?