"Eat it yourself then, why are you making so much noise?" Mo Huaifeng said, resigned and speechless. He finished the last two mouthfuls of the yogurt and went around the whole house searching for his car keys.
Ji Zhiyao slurped the soup and, while at it, also admired Mo Huaifeng's figure that was like a headless fly. In the end, Mo Huaifeng found his keys among the stalks of artificial flowers in the vase and leisurely walked towards the front door… Midway, he turned back and asked, "Want to go together?"
Ji Zhiyao did not understand. "For what?"
"Eat, my treat. How can you be full on instant noodles?" Mo Huaifeng said. "Didn't you want to go to the market too?"
Ji Zhiyao abandoned the bowl of instant noodles that was still half-eaten on the table right away. Wiping his mouth, he stood up. "I'll go."
He completely forgot about how much he had wanted to beat up his dog head when he had heard Mo Huaifeng call him a boiled chicken yesterday.
