"Three hundred?" Jing Hao was surprised. In fact, it was not much, and there were thousands of people in his eldest brother's department.
"Can this courtyard accommodate three hundred people?" Wu Yue's mouth twitched. It couldn't accommodate even thirty people.
"Ah? Is it thirty?" Jing Hao asked doubtfully.
"Classmate Dongfang, you know all the students in our department. If you want to know how many there are, just count them." Wu Yue went a little berserk, this stupid kid!
Jing Hao scratched his head in confusion. He only knew three, and including himself, there were four in total. Why did Wu Yue say it wasn't four?
"It's getting dark soon, classmate Fei Li. You should go back to your room to pack your luggage first. In two days, all the students of Lance College will attend the opening ceremony. Let's all go and rest." Wu Yue waved her hand.
After he finished speaking, he also went back to his room. After a day of tossing, he was exhausted.
"Wait a minute, excuse me, excuse me, is there dinner?" Jing Hao touched his belly sheepishly. I don't know who cooked the food in the kitchen. It was really unpalatable.
"For dinner, go out from the door and walk eastward for thirteen feet, then turn right and walk five feet, and you will see a garden. Pass through the porch of the garden, walk straight ten feet, and you will see a corridor.
Just walk through the promenade, and then..., and finally, you will see many restaurants with specialties from various countries, so you don't have to worry about not getting used to them."
Wu Yue talked until he ran out of energy, so he stopped and took a deep breath, which made his voice hoarse.
Jing Hao was stunned. He didn't write down a word. Even if he was given a road map, he couldn't understand it.
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. I'll draw you a road map." Wu Yue took out the pen and ink from the bag again.
"No, no, no, I won't go to the restaurant to eat." Jing Hao said quickly. He didn't want to say that he wouldn't go, but that he couldn't go.
"There is a kitchen here. As long as you can cook, it's fine. Don't burn the kitchen. I'm going back to the room first. I'll talk about anything tomorrow." After saying that, Wu Yue used the wind control technique, and a puff of smoke came out.
He slipped away, only to hear the sound of opening and closing doors at high speed.
Jing Hao had a sad face, what should he do if there is no dinner? Hanyue's classmate didn't come out of the room all afternoon, he must be starving.
"Sir, although my cooking skills are not very good, it should be slightly more delicious than the food for lunch. I will try to make whatever you want to eat," Mu Yun said.
He and Mu Feng were originally slaves. It was the eldest young master who bought them and asked them to stay with him. Both young masters treated them very well and never treated them as slaves.
Jing Hao looked confused. What kind of food does Hanyue like to eat? If he knocks on the door of her room now, will it disturb her rest?
At this time, smoke rose from the kitchen chimney, slowly dissipating into the sky, and finally seemed to turn into clouds on the horizon.
Who was cooking? Jing Hao looked around and saw a figure in the kitchen chopping vegetables. That person was the person who wouldn't let him live next door to Han Yue's classmate.
"Sir, are you hungry?" Mu Yun saw someone in the kitchen, so he couldn't go to the kitchen rashly.
"Not hungry." Now he is not in the mood to eat. Oh no! Will that person cook food and deliver it to Hanyue classmate? Then he will have no chance to deliver food to her or eat with her.
It's all that person's fault for dominating the kitchen. If he had asked Mu Yun to cook earlier, he should be eating with Han Yue classmate now. No, what if the food Mu Yun cooks is not delicious?