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Chapter 471 Do You Like Tang Poetry?

When they arrived at the community, they found that the place Chen Mo rented was not in the same unit as them.

With curiosity and concern for their friends, the two still went around the house.

Although it is not as big as the two houses in Rong Yi's house, and the structure is also different, but it is simple and generous, and it is completely safe for one person to live in.

Tang Shi glanced at the cold stove that had never been turned on: "Do you know how to cook?"

Chen Mo shook his head: "My dad asked me to come out to exercise by myself."

Tang Shi hooked her lips: "Your father is very wise."

Rong Yi stood at the door and looked around, then ended the visit, and asked Chen Mo very politely: "Would you like to come to my house for dinner?"

It stands to reason that Chen Mo should refuse, but he didn't expect that before he turned his head, the pleasant words had already appeared: "Yes."

The corner of Rong Yi's mouth twitched slightly, he turned around and said, "Then let's go."

Tang Shi followed out the door, and Chen Mo had no choice but to leave his schoolbag behind, and followed him out.

When he got there, Rong Yi didn't enter his own house, instead he opened the door of Tang Shi's house familiarly and walked in.

Seeing this wave of operations, Chen Mo was a little dumbfounded.

What made him even more dumbfounded was still behind, Rong Yi put down his schoolbag very familiarly, then went into the kitchen, and began to choose and wash vegetables to prepare for dinner.

He glanced at Tang Shi and found that Tang Shi turned on the computer and seemed to be writing something.

These two people have a feeling that the heroine is on the outside and the hero is on the inside.

Wait, what is he thinking?
Chen Mo stood there stupidly for a while, and Rong Yi's voice came over: "If you have nothing to do, come and help."

Chen Mo hurriedly put down his schoolbag: "Oh, good."

Do a little favor and learn two tricks by the way, otherwise he will starve to death in the future.

Seeing Rong Yi lowering his eyes and earnestly chopping vegetables, Chen Mo couldn't help asking: "Do you often come to Tang Poets' House?"

Rong Yi didn't raise his head: "Yes."

Chen Mo opened his eyes wide and continued to ask, "Cook for her often?"

Rong Yi finally looked up at him, but the answer he gave almost made his jaw drop: "Not often, but every day."

Chen Mo: "..."

Rong Yi said lightly: "During Tang Shi's leg injury, my aunt had no time to take care of her, so I took the initiative to take on the task of cooking. Although her leg is better now, we are used to this kind of life, so we simply live like this gone."

More importantly, Tang Shi is used to eating the dishes he cooks, and is more picky about other meals.

Thinking of this, Rong Yi, who had no expression on his face, was secretly proud in his heart.

Chen Mo looked at Rong Yi with a complicated expression for a long while, then suddenly asked: "Do you like Tang poetry?"

Rong Yi stopped chopping vegetables and looked up at Chen Mo.

With this kind of look, Chen Mo has a kind of dirty mind, wrong thinking, not qualified to be a good socialist youth, and even blames himself for how he can have such beastly thoughts that doubt the pure heart of the two, Rong Yi actually smiled at him. He hooked his lips.

Then, he said something that made his brain froze: "You didn't know that?"

Did you know?

So, he liked Tang poetry a long time ago, but he didn't know it?

Chen Mo's mind short-circuited for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, Rong Yi had already started cooking.

He stood up suddenly, looked at Rong Yi and frowned: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Rong Yi didn't look back, looked at the vegetables in the pot with extremely eye-catching colors and said, "Did you ask me?"

Chen Mo pursed his lips, unable to speak.

After a while, he dropped the dishes in his hand, turned around and went straight out of the kitchen.

Rong Yi glanced back, then turned his head to cook carefully.

Chen Mo went to the living room and read Tang poetry for a long time.Tang Shi noticed his gaze, but didn't respond.

When she raised her head and moved her neck, she had time to ask, "What's wrong?"

(End of this chapter)