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From those boxes of imported strawberry flavor to buy back her mental stress multiplied, the person also became a little nervous, not to mention, the room alone has moved several times.

It turns out that the last time she came back from the hospital began to sleep in the guest room, he slept in the master bedroom, the two unspoken scruples to abide by the Chu He Han boundary. The night she came back from the supermarket from the guest room to pack up and move to sleep in the small study next door, the small study is only half the size of his usual study, away from the master bedroom. As a result, the next day he moved to sleep in the guest bedroom, again separated from her by a wall. Her nerves expressed their weakness, and after two sleepless nights she moved from the small study to sleep in the tea room one room over, looking haggard. After a night’s sleep, she woke up and was about to stretch her legs, refreshed, when she realized that he had magically come out of the small study, which was only one wall away from her. She was shocked and could only rush back to her room and bang on her bedroll and move from the tea room to the mini room next to the storage room. The room was originally designed as a maid’s room, with the kitchen on one side, a storage room on the other, and a small mini work balcony outside. There are so many things in the storage room that only two people can stand in it. The small mini balcony with the washing machine has taken up half of the room, and outside the wall, hey, there is not even an air-conditioning unit outside the wall. Geographically speaking it was surrounded by mountains on three sides, the so-called soldier’s saying that it could be attacked or defended as a winning place.

She just couldn’t believe it, unless he was a wall-mounted ninja, there was no way he would walk out from next door to her tomorrow morning!

Sure enough the next day he came out of the master bedroom with a stinky face.

The battle of the cubicles had been a success! She was so happy that she drank two big cups of soymilk in the morning, a big bowl of rice and a dozen mini bean paste buns, compared to the demon’s appetite regressed a lot, only drank a cup of soymilk, bean paste buns did not eat one.

She looked in her eyes, cool in the bottom of her heart. She this person has a what the heart of the matter more than can not be hidden, and she also has a quirk, but there is a happy thing like nothing to find things to do work. Looking at today’s sun is good so all the clothes in the duffel bag turned out to the small balcony quack quack quack quack wash a pass. The clothes, smelling of lemon detergent, were hanging all over the balcony, and it looked like a great accomplishment.

She took a bite out of her dried melon and pounded her aching arms with a sense of relief. At this moment, as a working person, Yang Yaxiao felt both honored and satisfied. But in the evening she realized what a big mistake she had made – her attackable and defensible soldier’s resort had gone into the water. It turned out that the small balcony and her room is connected, she was washing clothes but did not notice the small balcony floor drain is half blocked state, the washing machine drainage is not smooth resulting in too late to discharge the water infiltration of the floor below, after an afternoon of soaking, to the night of the floor between the cracks of the water seeped out. Thankfully, the kitchen was outside the small room, so the water didn’t seep into the living room.

She was in tears. But the mistake had been made, and she had to stiffen her hair and report the general situation to him, admitting the mistake quite sincerely. He sat in the single sofa in the living room, his right index finger tapping very rhythmically on the armrest of the sofa, looking at her with a smirk, “What to do?”

“Could you call the property to take care of it,” she said carefully, “I’ll pay for it if it costs.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” his chin lifted slightly, “I’m asking where you’re going to sleep tonight.”

Her entire being blacked out, “I’m sleeping tonight, tonight ……”

“Sleep where?”

“The small den.”

“Why don’t you go back to the master bedroom?” He sat upright, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, “Don’t you like strawberry flavor?”

“Please,” her voice softened as she raised her hands to cover her face, “I told you it was the wrong one.” Her mournful gaze filtered through her fingers, “Don’t mention that.”

He finally laughed, standing up and plucking her hands away from her face, “That’s why you keep moving rooms.”

She paused and muttered, “Don’t you keep moving too?” And coming all the way after her.

“It’s my house, I sleep wherever I like.” He poked a finger on the side of her head. “You, don’t have the right to sleep wherever you want?”

It was clearly robber’s logic, but it was logic that made sense in the context of the situation. She opened her mouth, but nothing could be said in retort, so she just froze there. At this time, the door bell that had not rung for hundreds of years rang at the right time, and she hurriedly excused herself to open the door, which only melted away the embarrassment.

When she came in but carried a few packages in her hands, he frowned and asked, “Who is it?”

“The property company’s here to deliver mooncakes and grapefruit.” She raised her hand, “I forgot that today is Mid-Autumn Festival.” It’s really nice to live in this kind of upscale mansion, even the gifts are so big and nice.

“Look, the location here to enjoy the moon is so good, it’s a waste not to utilize it.” She pointed to the wooden table and chairs placed in one corner of the balcony, “Why don’t we make a moonlight banquet tonight, how about it?”

“A moonlight feast?”

“Yes, drinking tea and eating mooncakes and pomelo,” she patted the hardcover mooncake box, “There are crystal mooncakes and Cantonese mooncakes, you can have the crystal mooncakes.” Canton style mooncakes had heavy cream and egg yolks and such in them, and he wouldn’t even touch them.

His eyes flicked over the mooncake box and back to her face with a morose smile, “Did you forget to cook?”

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Sure enough, changing the topic or whatever was not the way to go. She did forget to cook, she just messed with the floor all afternoon, she couldn’t care less about anything. “Yeah, I forgot. So it’s either mooncakes and yuzu or starvation tonight.” She spread her hands, “I’m starving and don’t have the energy to cook.”

He didn’t say another word about her trickery, acquiescing to her offer. Surprisingly to her this lord seemed to be in a good mood today, and even helped her move the small table and chairs and whatnot from the storage room to the balcony. She took out the tea leaves from the mooncake box and brewed it, cut the mooncake into eight small equal parts and inserted small plastic sticks. She also took out two grapefruit and arranged them one on each side. When she saw him clean his hands, she greeted him warmly, “Come, sit over here.”

He saw that she had set up a table of things, flowery and green in style, “This is the Moon Festival?”

“Yeah,” she clapped her hands, “There’s tea, mooncakes, pomelo, that’s pretty much it. When my grandmother was around in the past she would also cook some fava beans and burn incense.”

“Fava beans?”

“Yeah, usually five-spice fava beans, eat them with friends, say they won’t fight if they eat them.” She bit into the mooncake, “Better people will also enjoy chrysanthemums and eat crabs or something.”

“That’s quite a lot of fancy.” He looked down and blew away the froth in his teacup to take a sip.

“Speaking as if you’ve never had a Mid-Autumn Festival,” she rolled her eyes, “You haven’t never eaten a mooncake either, have you.”

“No.” He put down his teacup, “Is that strange?”

Her mouth moved, sardonically, “It’s not that strange.”

“I’ve been abroad a few years ago, I’m not used to this kind of festival, and also these things are not available outside.” His voice was faint, “Like the fava beans or something you said …… that thing really won’t quarrel if you eat it?”

She couldn’t expect him to ask this, and stammered a little, “It’s just a traditional saying, it can’t be taken seriously. When I was a kid, I ate it with my friends every year, and the fights still went on.” Seeing that he was rather curious, she asked tentatively, “Do you want to eat fava beans?”

He looked over at her askance, a smirk on his face, “Eat with who?”

“Uh …… and friends ah,” she thought to herself that she guessed you don’t have many friends, so she added, “Well, coworkers or something can also be.”

He looked at her steadily for a long time, and said slowly, “I look like someone who doesn’t have any friends, don’t I?”

I’ve been seen through again, and it’s so hard to believe!

She hurriedly turned her head away and pretended to be busy drinking tea and eating mooncakes, she really hated him sometimes, it was obvious that he could snicker and pretend to muddle through the scene he had to put words in his mouth, making people unable to get off the stage. This man if even at work is also this temperament, then not even colleagues should be normal.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly opened his mouth, “Don’t you call home to report peace on the Mid-Autumn Festival?”

“My cell phone is at your place.” She looked down and ate her mooncake, “It’s been months.”

He looked at her and got up and went to his room to fetch his cell phone and put it on the table, “Call back.”

The screensaver on top of the phone was taken from the last Comic-Con she and her best friend attended, and her hand unconsciously touched it as her mind wandered. After spending a few minutes going through the recent call logs and text messages, she tossed the phone to the side curling her legs up with her knees to her chin and not saying a word.

“Why don’t you call?”

She was silent for a moment and replied, “No one’s home.”

“Then call them at home.”

Her face was pressed into her lap, her eyes dropping down to look at a field of lights, “Mr. Shan, you can control my people, but you can’t control my business.” It was not her intention to make the atmosphere stiff at this time, but she also had her limits, there was nothing she could do about the people clutched in his hands. But she had to keep at least the last bit of privacy, even if these he had already investigated and landed on paper.

She finished the mooncake and prepared to peel the grapefruit. Pomelo was a struggle to peel by hand, so she first used a fruit knife to cut a cross into the bulge above the grapefruit, then slowly slashed downward. The skin of the grapefruit was fat and firm, like cotton near the inside, and her fingers sank in easily.

“Bring it here.” His voice dropped in unison with his hand.

She watched in awe as he took her half-peeled grapefruit in his hand, picking up the fruit with his other hand and wrapping it around in a beautiful knife twist. That’s a pretty knife trick, she said, the words left in her mouth as she saw him peel the grapefruit and cut up the flesh and hand it over in one swift motion. She took it, somewhat flattered, and whispered, “Thank you.”

“What about this,” his long fingers pressed on the back of the knife to make a downward slicing motion, “do you want to peel it together?” She shook her head, chewing on the grapefruit meat vaguely, “Peel it when you eat it …… after letting it sit for a long time …… the water will be lost. Well …… this pomelo is so sweet.”

He peeled off a layer of white film on the outside of the pomelo meat, broke off a petal and tasted it, “This one of mine is so sour.”

“Will?” She casually broke a petal and threw it into her mouth, “Well …… it’s sour.” This man’s character was so bad that he even ate a grapefruit to get the sour one. She grimaced and shared her own petal with him, then put the other uneaten grapefruit on her lap and cut a round hole in it with a fruit knife, poking a finger in and pulling it out.

“What are you doing?”

“Making grapefruit lamps.” She didn’t even look up, “This one’s shaped right, it’ll come out beautiful.”

“Pomelo lamp.”

“and small orange lamps the same well ……” she remembered that he was abroad before, then changed his mouth, “you have had Halloween abroad, right, Halloween has pumpkin lamps, this and that almost a meaning. ”

He saw her like a familiar craftsman, very carefully and carefully separate the grapefruit skin and grapefruit flesh slowly pull out the grapefruit flesh. She pulled it out so carefully that it took her nearly twenty minutes to get the complete grapefruit flesh out of the somewhat cracked opening, she breathed a sigh of relief, “The technique has regressed, I used to pull it out without tearing the opening.”

“What next?”

“Put the candle in it,” handing him the grapefruit shell to look at, “and do some tricks on the outside or something.” She looked at him a little wistfully, having just watched him light up a handful of knives beautifully, wondering if he’d go up her pole and help her skeletonize a few flowers on it.

It seems that today’s demon is in a very good mood, very smoothly began to climb the pole, “Give me the knife.”

She handed over the fruit knife with great joy and hugged her knees as she watched him gather the grapefruit. He twirled the knife around in the grapefruit a few times, and the shell became lighter all of a sudden as he peeled away the inner fat layers of the shell. She looked at the pomelo shell in his hand and couldn’t help but say, “Carve something on the outside.”

He looked at her, between his eyebrows flowed a touch of teasing, the knife in his hand fell poking and pulling out the ground, less than a minute to get it done. She cocked her head and looked at it for half a day, and asked, “What’s this one?”

Two side by side triangles, below a banana shaped curved up …… God horse play ah?

He lifted his hand and put the grapefruit shell upside down on her head and smiled, “What do you think?”

She stupidly topped a grapefruit shell look at him for a long time, suddenly jumped up to go to the storage room to rummage out a few small candles ran to the balcony. He was still enjoying the flesh of the grapefruit with his feet crossed in a relaxed manner, and his expression was as cozy as she had ever seen it.

She couldn’t think of anything else, picked up the grapefruit shells that had rolled on the floor, put them into the candles, and lit them.

This …… this seemed …… this …………

“This is,” she stammered, turning back, “this is ……”

He was looking at her with a grin as well, “Like you?”

Shit! —