MTL - Male God’s Freestyle Flirting-Chapter 370 drink soup

"Han Yu, are you in the dormitory?"

On the way back, Tang Xia called Han Yu.

The boy answered quickly, but his voice was a little low, with occasional coughing.

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, it's just... um..." Tang Xia glanced at the pink thermal bag in her hand, and asked, "I brought you something, is it convenient for me to come down and get it?"

She is a girl, so she can't enter the boys' dormitory, otherwise she will be sent to Han Yu.

The boy seemed to be thinking, and waited for a few seconds before replying: "Then I'll go over now. If it's cold outside, you can wait in your dormitory building. I'll come out and call you."

"It's okay, I'm already at the door, don't worry, the sun hasn't set yet." Tang Xia replied with a smile.

In early spring, the days are much longer than before, and the sun at four or five o'clock in the evening is still reluctantly hanging in the corner of the sky, as if it wants to use the last time to radiate all the light and heat. It dyed the entire playground a golden color, and even the girl's smooth black hair reflected a strange light.

Tang Xia held the thermos bag filled with soft-shelled turtle soup in her arms. Seeing her circling outside the door, the dormitory aunt inside couldn't help reminding her: "Student, you can't enter the boys' dormitory."

"Auntie I know," Tang Xia shrank away in embarrassment, "I'll leave when the person comes down and deliver the things."

As soon as the voice fell, footsteps came from the stairs.

Tang Xia followed the prestige.

The rhythm of the steps is different, and there seems to be a sound that can only be stepped on by high heels.

She raised her head strangely, and the first thing she saw was Han Yu's familiar face.

The young man has lost weight recently, and his skin has become fairer, so the bruises under his eyes are a bit heavy, and he looks sleepy.

He is wearing a simple gray pullover sweater today, with black and red stripes on the neckline, wide sleeves, and dark trousers on the lower body. The trouser legs are rolled up chicly, which is quite British.

Just as Tang Xia was about to call Han Yu, she glanced inadvertently, and saw the strange yet familiar woman behind the young man.

She was taken aback.

Du Ruo was still the same as last year, with her hair tied up, exquisite makeup, and decent clothes without losing her temperament.

"Tang Xia," Han Yu called out first when he saw the girl seemed to be in a daze, "What did you bring me?"

Tang Xia was startled and instantly sobered up.

Then she subconsciously hid the thermal bag in her hand behind her back.

Han Yu had a panoramic view of everything, and suddenly walked over with a smile, tilted his head showing a narrow expression, and said only one word——

"Ok?"

Du Ruo walked to one side and looked Tang Xia up and down.

The girl became nervous for some reason, she didn't even dare to lift her head, she lowered her eyes and muttered, "I...I didn't actually..."

Not even a sentence is complete!

Because Tang Xia found that Du Ruo was still looking at her.

Han Yu watched the earlobe of the girl in front of him gradually turn red, and he rescued her at the right time: "Mom, you go back first."

Du Ruo turned her head and asked without answering, "Is this Tang Xia?"

When Tang Xiameng heard his name, his scalp went numb with fright.

But there is no way, after all, she is an elder, and she is also the elder of Han Yu's family. If she is like an ostrich, it would be too rude.

So Tang Xia gritted her teeth and squeezed out a smile, and said obediently, "Hello, Auntie, I'm Tang Xia."

Han Yu didn't speak, his eyes turned left and right on the two of them.

Du Ruo frowned, thinking to herself: This girl looks familiar, and Qi Hui mentioned her name last time, saying that her family Han Yu likes it, but it seems that the girl despises Han Yuchou?

Thinking of this, Du Ruo frowned even tighter: I know my own son best. To put it bluntly, Han Yu is not ugly. This girl is too high-sighted?

Du Ruo sighed, and looked at Tang Xia again.

She has a pretty face, and if she learns how to make up in the future, she should barely be considered pretty—pass the test.

An introverted personality, she won't be so noisy that she can't sleep, and it's easier to get along with her - pass the test.

And...well...

Du Ruo quietly sniffed.

The soft-shelled turtle soup is well stewed, and with the addition of shiitake mushrooms, it smells very fresh.

Know how to cook - pass the test.

Du Ruoqian analyzed it at a low level and was satisfied. She reached out and touched Tang Xia's head with a smile, "Okay, okay, talk to Han Yu, and I'll go first."

Han Yu gave Du Ruo a weird look.

Tang Xia stumbled and said, "Then, goodbye, Auntie..."

She didn't dare to breathe, until Du Ruo disappeared from the end of the path beside the playground, the heavy stone in her heart fell to the ground.

Han Yu laughed, "Why do you look like a mouse meeting a cat?"

"I don't know either." Tang Xia scratched her head and replied embarrassedly, "I just think that your mother has a strong aura, and I feel guilty in front of her."

"Don't be afraid," Han Yu bent his lips, took the girl to sit in the pavilion, and said casually, "It will be fine if you get used to it."

"Huh?" Tang Xia didn't hear clearly.

"It's okay," the boy pouted, "Shouldn't you take out the things you hid?"

Tang Xia came to her senses and hurriedly put the thermos bag on the table, opened it while explaining: "Qi Hui's mother made this for you, and Qi Hui specifically told you to eat it all, and there should be no drop of soup left."

Han Yu leaned closer, and saw at first glance that there was a whole **** inside, and his facial features were all wrinkled.

"Don't eat." The boy refused flatly.

He never ate such strange things.

"Don't make trouble, you are not in good health, you should make up for it." Tang Xia said seriously, and then pushed Tang forward, exerting pressure silently.

"My mother brought chicken soup just now," Han Yu said angrily, "Did you make an agreement? Let me drink all these things for a day?"

Seeing that her son hadn't been back for more than half a month, Du Ruo was anxious, so she took advantage of the weekend to bring a lot of food and two big bowls of chicken soup, and forced Han Yu to drink it up in person.

He was so full that his bladder was about to explode, and the moment he saw the soft-shelled turtle soup, his heart felt ashamed.

"This soup contains the thoughts of me, Qi Hui, and Qi Hui's mother. Do you want to drink it or not?"

Tang Xiapi "threatened" with a smile.

"..." Han Yu swallowed his saliva with a "gudong" and said while holding his forehead, "Then I'll drink it. After I'm done drinking, answer me a question."

"What's the problem?" Tang Xia didn't expect Han Yu to talk about conditions, and suddenly became curious.

"It's not difficult, just answer honestly, how about it?" The young man stared at the blackened turtle soup in front of him, cold sweat broke out on his back.

Tang Xia felt that with Han Yu's character, she was definitely setting herself up. But even if she knew it was a "trap", she still had to jump.

"Okay," the girl said solemnly, "Just one question, no more questions."

Han Yu immediately reached out to take the spoon Tang Xia handed over, with a heroic look—

"Then I'll throw the question to you first. While I'm drinking, you can think about how to answer it."

Tang Xia was suspicious, "Think about it?"

"Yes." Han Yu scooped up a spoonful of soup, swallowed with difficulty, and then said—

"What did the four-letter card you gave me earlier mean?"