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Chapter 42: Willing to Bet

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    Before the two episodes of the Korean drama were finished, He Mozhe had already greeted Leisurely for dinner.  He Mozhe found out the orchid porcelain plate that You Ran had never used before, and carefully placed the delicious dishes in it.  Under the light yellow warm light, three dishes and one soup are decorated with a small white round table leisurely bought from IKEA.  A plate of lettuce, a bowl of boiled prawns, a plate of shiitake mushrooms, a large bowl of tomato and egg soup are some of Youran's favorite dishes.

    Looking at the steaming three dishes and one soup on the white round dining table, You Ran suddenly felt homesick.

    This family is not the wealthy family in name, but has been hidden in Youran's heart for a long time, and it only belongs to Zhuo Youran and the family he loves the most.  This home used to be close at hand, but suddenly one day it was out of reach again.  At this moment, through the light yellow light, leisurely felt that he had found some shadows of home again.

    "Eat quickly, eat quickly! It won't taste good when it's cold." He Mozhe handed a small bowl of white rice to Youran's hand, and Youran picked the rice into her mouth with chopsticks in a daze.  Suddenly, I found that ordinary white rice can really taste sweet.

    The dishes are too common to be homely, and the taste is too ordinary to be ordinary, but leisurely's meal is extremely sweet.

    "How's it going? I'm not bad at cooking." He Mozhe asked proudly seeing You Ran devouring his food.  You Ran didn't have time to answer, she was already hungry, and since they were all her favorite dishes, she couldn't care less about perfunctory with him.

    He Mozhe asked again, just like a child, he must have an affirmative answer.

    "Yeah, not bad, not bad." Leisurely replied casually, chopsticks still wiped away the food in front of him like raindrops.

    He Mozhe also has a good appetite, and he enjoyed a meal, but his movements are more leisurely and refined.  Seeing that there was the last gibai shrimp lying there alone on the plate.  He Mozhe and Youran looked at each other and smiled at each other.  Suddenly, the chopsticks of the two caught the last prawn at the same time and refused to let it go.

    "I'm a woman, you have to let me go." Youran stared at the poor shrimp, puffing her cheeks to find a reason.

    "I bought the vegetables and cooked the rice. I should eat the last shrimp." He Mozhe did not show weakness.

    "This is my territory, you borrowed my stove and used my resources" Youran's chopsticks were firmly stationed on the prawn.

    The swishing electric current confronts the two pairs of chopsticks, and neither of them is willing to give way first.

    "Well, to be fair, scissors, rock, and paper. Whoever wins eats. However, those who eat shrimp have to wash the dishes." He Mozhe came up with a solution, and let go of the chopsticks first.

    In order to eat the last prawn, Youran is willing to gamble with him.

    "Scissors, rock, paper!" The two punched together, leisurely punched rock, Mozhe punched scissors.

    "Oh! I win!" Youran happily raised her fist and shook it in the air, and quickly stationed her chopsticks on the last prawn again.

    "Slow down!" He Mozhe said suddenly.

    "Why? Do you want to go back on your word? This is your idea, and now I have won. You can't be foolish." Youran hurriedly picked the prawn into her own bowl, protecting her rice bowl with her hands childishly, for fear of losing her job.  He Mozhe would come and snatch it away.

    He Mozhe smiled wickedly: "Okay, I abide by the bet, and I am willing to accept the bet. If you win, you eat."

    Zhuo Youran's full attention was on the last shrimp, and she didn't see the wicked smile in He Mozhe's eyes at all.  The two of them had three dishes and one soup, and they ate almost to the bottom of the plate.  They all leaned back on the dining chair with enough food and food, with a big belly, and didn't want to move.

    Suddenly, He Mozhe pointed to the mess on the table, and ordered: "Go wash the dishes!"

    "Why?" Zhuo Youran glanced at the greasy plates, frowned, and was lazy to move after eating, which is a major characteristic of Youran.

    "What did you say just now, whoever wins eats the shrimp, and whoever eats the shrimp washes the dishes! I would like to accept the bet. I have strictly abided by the bet. You will not go back on your word now!" He Mozhe repeated the bet just now  , this time the smug smile couldn't be concealed no matter what.

    Zhuo Youran pouted, and recalled it carefully, as if she really said so just now.  It takes a lot of washing to eat the last prawn.  It doesn't seem like a good deal to win this lottery.

    Willing to gamble and concede defeat, as the saying goes, gambling can reveal character.  In order not to let others down on their character.  Leisurely tied up her apron obediently, stood in front of the sink and brushed the dishes depressedly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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