"Huh? Mochizuki-san is actually my next door neighbor? How is it that we are so destined?"

Wang Quan's expression was "surprised".

Hearing the words translated by Wang Quan's mobile phone, Mochizuki Rin couldn't help complaining: "Mo~~~! Sir, you are really mean-spirited. You obviously know where I live."

Let’s not talk about the fact that teachers can check students’ residences.

Let's just say that the two of them had swapped bodies several times before, and every time she was at home before Mochizuki Rin changed bodies.

After her body was changed, how could the husband not know where she lived?

But compared to the small dissatisfaction of being teased, she was more filled with joy.

"Uh-huh." Wang Quan saw the book in her hand, "Why don't you invite me in and sit down? Are you reading? What book? Let me be healthy."

Hearing the translation on his mobile phone, Mochizuki Rin subconsciously put the book behind his back, "Rare Monet (nothing)!"

“Oh↘↗?”

Wang Quan smiled slightly and placed the souvenir box containing yokan on Hei Changzhi's head, "A gift for you."

"Thank you." Mochizuki Rin subconsciously raised her hand to hold the gift.

Then Wang Quan took the book in her hand.

"New Chinese Language Teaching".

These are the words on the cover of that book.

"oh......"

Wang Quan understood.

So this girl wants to learn a foreign language?

Then he is good at it!

Like Dean Chen, he loves learning foreign languages ​​the most!

Mochizuki Rin Guazi's face turned red. She grabbed the book, then turned around and ran into the house quickly to put away the souvenirs and books, and then ran out again.

"Sir, have you had dinner?"

"No," Wang Quan replied, "I just moved here, and I don't know what to eat yet."

After hearing the translation, Mochizuki Rin's eyes lit up, full of expectation, "Sir! I can do it! Please be sure to try my craftsmanship!"

Her grades in home economics were outstanding, and she was naturally good at cooking and other tasks.

"oh?"

Wang Quan raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, then come and do it in my room. My room is quite big."

Mochizuki Rin bowed and followed Wang Quan through the door, "Excuse me."

Entering the house, she found that it was no different from her room.

The kitchen is connected to the living room and bedroom, and has a separate bathroom.

The floor is covered with tatami mats.

There is a refrigerator in the corner and a desk with a laptop on it.

Everything else is basically gone.

"Sir, are there any ingredients available? Do you have any dietary restrictions?"

"It's all in the refrigerator, you can take care of it. I don't eat onions, even fried onions and garlic. I don't want fat meat, and nothing else."

Wang Quan is not picky about food, he just eats more delicately.

Well, or rather picky.

But everyone has things they like to eat and things they don’t like to eat, and that’s normal.

"Okay, then please rest for a while."

Mochizuki Rin still seemed a little reserved.

She took off her shoes at the door, then stepped into the house wearing black knee-high cotton socks.

After that, she rummaged through the refrigerator, took out some ingredients, then took out a black hair tie from her pocket and bit it in her mouth. She lowered her head slightly and put her hands behind her head to comb her hair.

Then she tied her hip-length black hair into a single ponytail behind her head.

Then she put on a light blue apron, first helped Wang Quan make a pot of tea, and then started cutting vegetables and cooking.

"Well......"

Wang Quan held the tea cup and threw three wolfberries into it.

Then looking at Mochizuki Rin's back busy in the kitchen, I couldn't help but feel warm.

His parents passed away early, and the last time he felt like this was probably...

A few days ago.

Just before crossing over.

Although Ajiu can cook, her cooking skills are average.

And since she came to Wang Quan's house, she has become lazy.

Cooking is usually handled by Luo Xiao.

However, although Luo Xiao's cooking skills are steadily increasing, they come from the ancient world after all.

She didn't know many vegetables, fruits, seasonings and cooking methods, so she could only learn them bit by bit.

That familiar feeling...

I see.

It's a leaf.

Ye Shengge would come to Wang Quan's house to feed Wang Quan and Ajiu when he had nothing to do.

At that time, she usually dressed in a cream-white sweater, jeans, an apron, and a "Mrs. Danger hairstyle."

Alas, I still have to find a way to get back quickly.

Just when Wang Quan was deep in thought, the aroma of vegetables hit his nostrils.

"Forget it, it's quite peaceful here anyway. Just think of it as experiencing the Oriental style."

Rin Mochizuki is the standard combination of the gentle childhood sweetheart in the daily anime of youth, the flower of the high mountain on campus, and the eldest lady.

She may not really look like a Japanese girl, but she fits Wang Quan’s impression and expectation of the image of a Japanese girl.

This is very nice.

So Wang Quan quickly reached a reconciliation with himself.

"Master Lao, Ning Zi Xiang Shen Mo? (What are you thinking about)?"

Mochizuki Rin put the prepared dishes on the table and asked in broken Chinese.

Wang Quan smiled softly and said, "Let's speak in Japanese. I can't even understand your Chinese."

“Smi Marseille!”

Hei Changzhi JK blushed and turned around in a panic to serve the rice.

A minute later, all the food was on the table.

Each person has a small bowl of rice, a small portion of grilled fish strips, a small stack of crispy pickled radish, and a bowl of tofu and miso soup.

There is also a plate of ginger roasted pork in the middle.

“Ginger roasted pork...”

Wang Quan twitched the corner of his mouth.

Is it made from Miss Xi's meat?

"Sir, what's wrong?"

Mochizuki Rin was very nervous, "Please try my cooking!"

Wang Quan nodded, picked up a chopstick, stir-fried pork with ginger, mixed it with rice and ate it.

Um......

Somewhat bland.

But the taste is there.

It's hard to describe.

It's probably like eating Japanese-style grilled bird skewers.

It's moderately salty, but it doesn't have the smoke, salty, spicy and cumin flavor of domestic barbecue at all.

What you eat is the smoke of fireworks...
To be continued...