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This is the second time to come to Qingfeng's residence, and it is still as clean as last time. Mu Su thought that he had fallen dirty, and lifted his butt that was about to fall on the bed just now.

Qingfeng carried a pot of hot water that was just ready, and dragged Musu out, explaining as he walked, "This is a public bathroom, and we don't have a water heater."

"Then how do you usually take a shower?" Mu Su's eyes widened. The last time Qingfeng washed his face and feet in the room for convenience, but he never noticed that there was no bathroom in the house.

"Boil the water and go to the public bathroom to wash."

When they got to the public bathroom downstairs, Musu leaned against the door and shook his head lightly at Qingfeng, "I don't want to go in..." It seemed that he didn't want to reject Qingfeng, but he was very helpless because the environment here is not good.

"Go in, is it possible that you want to be dirty like this all the time?" Qingfeng stretched out his hand and pushed him into the bathroom.

The bathroom is quite clean, but most people here are used to not being aware of it, so sometimes all the people who wash and wash come here, looking dirty.

"Qingfeng, don't go out..." Musu walked in, and when he saw Qingfeng moved, he grabbed him, "You have to stay here with me."

Qingfeng just smiled, put the washbasin in the sink, mixed hot water, tested the temperature of the water, pulled Mu Su over, and took off his clothes.Mu Su hugged his arms subconsciously, "Will someone come in here?"

"No, even if there are men, we have separate bathrooms for men and women."

"How embarrassing..." Mu Su looked around, afraid that the door would be pushed open.Qingfeng stroked Musu's head with a wet hand, gently pressed Musu's back neck with one hand, and pressed it down on the washbasin, dipped in water, and wet his hair one by one.

"You may not be used to it. I'll wash it for you today." His technique was very gentle, fearing that Musu's neck would be sore, he specially supported it with one hand to make it more comfortable.

Mu Su's attention was all focused on those hands, and being half-embraced in his arms, all he could smell was the familiar smell.

"Is the water temperature suitable?" The soft whisper fell on his ears, but Mu Su was dumbfounded and couldn't hear it.

While taking a shower, the back door seemed to be pushed open, Qingfeng quickly wiped Musu's body half-dry with a towel, put on his coat from above, and took care of everything before others came in to take a shower.

Several burly men walked in with bathtubs, and when they saw Qingfeng, they joked, "Qingfeng came back so early today."

"Hello, Uncle Wang..." Qingfeng greeted each of them politely, while drying Musu's hair with a towel.

"Who is this, your little girlfriend?" Several men work on weekdays and have nothing to do for fun. When they are bored, they make dirty jokes, and it is the same when they meet students like Qingfeng.

Qingfeng usually goes with him, but seeing that Musu's fire is about to burn his own eyebrows, he hurriedly explained, "Uncle Wang, you drank too much again. Stay overnight." He secretly held Musu's face with both hands and rubbed it, signaling Musu not to get angry, only to see him spit out softly from the tip of his nose, "Humph!"

"Your friend, you look like a little girl." Several elders were joking, Mu Su hid behind Qingfeng in embarrassment, blocking his view of himself, Qingfeng could only rub his head "He just hasn't grown up yet, he doesn't look like a girl when he grows taller."

Walking on the stairs of the old building, Qingfeng comforted softly, "Their daily work is boring and boring, and they are not comparable to those high-level white-collar workers, so they often tell some dirty jokes for entertainment, don't take it to heart."

Musu was not angry this time, and raised his chin slightly, "For your sake, I don't care, but you have to make more food to compensate me."

"I'll make dumplings later, you help me." Seeing that Musu's temper has become more and more restrained recently, a sense of relief surged in his heart, and he pinched the tip of his nose, "What about pork and cabbage stuffing?" Sample?"

"It's not delicious, but I want to overturn the table."

Facts have proved that the dumplings made by Qingfeng are indeed very good, but the dumplings made by Musu are a bit horrible, and they have to rely on Qingfeng's secondary processing again and again.

After a few times, Mu Su himself lost his patience, so he set aside a territory for himself, which was purely for fun and not responsible for eating.

"What are you doing?" Qingfeng made a big plate in a blink of an eye, but Musu concentrated on playing in the corner, and kept making dumplings all the time.

"Look, look, I've made many types of dumplings, this one is plum blossom, this one is purse, this one is chrysanthemum, and this one is a pig." Mu Su showed him his results, barely discerning Look, "My bag is not bad."

"Okay, let's put them in the pot together later, if they dare to disperse, I will fry them all into potstickers." As he said that, he really mixed those strangely shaped dumplings into the pot.

Musu obediently sat at the table waiting for the meal, Qingfeng saw that the guy was dying of hunger, so he ordered a pot first and brought it to the table.

Taking advantage of the time when Qingfeng went to serve the seasonings, Mu Su took a special look. There really were his strangely shaped dumplings inside, how they were put in the pot, and how ugly they looked. He had no appetite at all, and really didn't want to eat them.So he quietly divided the dumplings into two, and put all the oddly shaped ones into Qingfeng's bowl, with a layer of normal-looking dumplings on top as a cover.

"Eat slowly, I packed a lot today, enough for you to eat." Seeing Musu lower his head and "swallow" one after another, as if he had no throat, he ate with relish, and he couldn't help but feel good.

Halfway through eating, he found that the dumplings on the lower layer were very different. They were obviously Musu's previous masterpieces, but how did it happen that all the dumplings that didn't fall fell into his bowl, so he knew it was Musu's childish temper again. , I do not want to eat, all trying to get others to eat.

"Did you hear any sound?" Qingfeng raised his head suddenly, Musu listened carefully and shook his head.

"Didn't you hear the dumplings crying? You wrapped them in so many shapes, but you didn't eat any of them." He said, holding up the plum blossom dumplings he made, shaking them in front of his face, dipping them in vinegar, and taking a bite, "Hear Yet?"

"Who said that?" Just as he was about to eat the remaining half of the mouthful, the chopsticks turned and entered Musu's mouth, "I ate it, so it can stop crying." So once he continued to eat dumplings wrapped in Qingfeng with peace of mind.

After eating and drinking enough, I wanted to put down the tableware and lay down on the bed to have a good rest, but Qingfeng put it down earlier than him, turned around and walked to the closet to start getting a change of clothes.

"Don't you wash the dishes?" Mu Su was taken aback, then turned his head and shouted to Qingfeng.

"I'm in charge of making dumplings. You should wash the bowls and chopsticks. I'll take a shower and wash them before I come back." After speaking, he took his clothes and a hot water bottle and walked outside.

Musu pursed his lips, and after doing it for a long time, he reluctantly got up, "Hmph, you think I care about your dumplings."