"Oh, then should I close the door for you and do it again?"
Ding Jing subconsciously asked, "What's the surprise then?"
After thinking about it for a while, Mo Shangyun cooperated and said: "My acting skills can still be compromised." After all, Si Sheng is an actor's friend.
Ding Jing looked at her with disappointment.
Finally, Ding Jing sighed and waved to the two people outside the door, "Forget it, come in."
Mo Shangyun and Yan Gui looked at each other and then walked in the door.
Yan Gui was speechless towards Ding Jing, the housekeeper who always lost his temper. He looked at Ding Jing sadly, then looked at Ding Jing again, shaking his head and sighing from the bottom of his heart.
It looks pretty reliable, but when it comes to doing things... why is it so unreliable?
He only failed when facing the witty Mo Shangjun. Ding Jing was defeated by a small match!
Besides, you can steal a match, why don’t you steal one more match?!
Yan Gui was simply convinced.
"Tell me, what surprise have you prepared for me?"
After closing the door smoothly, Mo Shangyun stood behind the door and turned his head to look at Ding Jing standing by the bed.
"Tsk, it's nothing," Ding Jing said extremely modestly, "just a birthday cake."
"oh?"
Mo Shangjun made a sound of surprise.
If they really had the guts to come up with a "birthday cake" in this damn place, they could write her name backwards.
Yan Gui didn't know the existence of the birthday cake. After hearing Ding Jing's words, he suddenly became interested, so he quickly asked: "Are there any matches?"
Ding Jing glanced at the match that was so wet that it was impossible to light it again, then turned back to Mo Shangyun and asked, "Are there any more?"
Yan Gui: "..." He looked confused.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows speechlessly, walked to one of the beds in the dark, then took out a box of matches from the gap between the bed and the wall, raised his hand and threw it directly to Ding Jing.
Even in the dark, Ding Jing took it into his hand without any hindrance. He shook the matchbox and found that it was half full of matches.
I had always known that Mo Shangjun was in and out of the cooking class, and would occasionally bring something along, but I never expected that Mo Shangjun would hide so many matches.
Looking at Mo Shangjun in admiration, Ding Jing took out a match and struck it on the matchbox. The flames came out of the match smoothly.
The moment the starlight flashed in the room, it also successfully illuminated the "birthday cake" placed in front of Ding Jing.
Yan Gui, who thought he had seen a lot of the world, was dumbfounded when he saw this so-called "birthday cake".
I'm so pissed off.
Yan Gui just wanted to dig a hole and sneak into the next floor, pretending that he had never been here at all.
I saw a leaf placed on the bed, and placed on the leaf was a white steamed bun, which was probably hard now, and there was a small branch stuck on the lonely steamed bun, probably to serve as a "birthday candle."
Yan Gui can't imagine that in contemporary society, there are still people who can spend their birthdays in such a "shabby" way.
Yan Gui glanced at Mo Shangyun weakly, thinking that this time it was self-defeating, he was sorry for his Mo Mo, ah ah ah!
Unexpectedly, Mo Shangjun was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "Not bad."
“Just average.”
Ding Jing suddenly became polite.
Yan Gui supports his forehead.
He's not ready yet!
With the flame, Ding Jing used a match to light the small branch on the bun.
Fortunately, Ding Jing still had some common sense. Instead of picking up a wet branch, he found a dry branch that was easy to burn and lit it on fire in one go.
He shook the small match in his hand, and the flame went out with the wind.
Ding Jing pointed to the 'birthday cake' she prepared, and then calmly said to Mo Shangyun: "Blow out the candles."
Mo Shangjun smiled at her and said, "It takes a conscience to be able to say the word 'candle' in front of this thing."
"This condition is already very good." Ding Jing said confidently and did not feel guilty at all.
The instructors and the cooking class have been strict recently, and it is basically impossible to get something to eat from the cafeteria.
It took a lot of effort for Ding Jingshun to make this steamed bun.
Moreover, time was tight, and they were rarely out of sight of the instructor. After that, she spent a lot of time hiding the steamed bun without being discovered.
How do you say something?
Etiquette is less important than affection!
In this harsh and difficult environment, steamed buns are much better than real cakes.
"Um."
Mo Shangyun actually nodded.
Yan Gui couldn't stand it any longer. He took a step forward, raised his right hand and said to Mo Shangyun, "Mo Mo, I also have a gift here."
Mo Shangjun looked at him sideways.
Yan Gui unzipped his clothes and took out two tomatoes.
"Because you have been standing still and missed dinner, Brother Yan and Brother Duan just went to the cooking class operation room to get it." Putting the tomatoes next to the steamed buns, Yan Gui explained, "They don't know when you will come back.
Let me leave it to you."
"oh."
Mo Shangyun responded somewhat strangely.
Yan Jinchao and Duan Zimu actually went to the cooking class to steal two tomatoes?
Time has been tight recently, and the cooking class has become more and more strict, so even Mo Shangjun rarely goes there.
"Go and wash it." Ding Jing glanced at the two tomatoes with disgust, then waved to Mo Shangyun, "Blow out the candles quickly, or they will all be extinguished."
The words just fell.
The twig that had burned to one-third of its size was suddenly extinguished with a snap.