Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

The three people carried the boxes back.

The afternoon sun shone through the leaves of the sycamore trees, casting golden light on the ground.

There weren't many people on campus, with only one or two students occasionally passing by on bicycles, their bicycle bells jingling.

Mo Ye walked at the back, looking at the two brothers in front of him with their arms around each other's shoulders, and suddenly felt that this kind of life was not bad.

We ate breakfast together, skipped class together, and helped our buddies woo girls.

He took out his phone and sent a message to He Wanqing.

Shen Qing got Qin Yue's contact information and is now as happy as a fool.

He Wanqing's message came quickly: [Hmm... There's some juicy gossip to be had.]

Mo Ye opened his eyes, picked up his phone, and sent He Wanqing another message: 【I'll pick you up this afternoon.】

He Wanqing replied with a single word: 【Okay.】

Mo Ye looked at the word "good" and the corners of his mouth curled up.

He put his phone in his pocket and stretched.

Wang Jie called out to him from ahead, "Old Mo, hurry up! Let's unpack it!"

He put away his phone and quickened his pace to catch up.

The cat downstairs in the dormitory was lazily lying by the flower bed, squinting in the sun.

The sun was shining brightly, and the wind was just right.

When Mo Ye pushed open the door, Wang Jie had already placed the box on the table and was using a utility knife to cut tape.

Shen Qing instructed from the side, "Be careful not to tear the things inside."

Wang Jie rolled his eyes: "If you're so good, why don't you do it yourself?"

Shen Qing immediately shut up.

The box was opened.

Inside, various kinds of food were neatly arranged, including cured meat, sausages, chili sauce, and a bag of homemade dried sweet potatoes.

Wang Jie had already reached in and rummaged around, grabbing a handful of dried sweet potatoes and stuffing them into his mouth, chewing them with a "crunch crunch" sound.

Shen Qing took out the items one by one and laid them out on the table.

"Your mother really loves you." Mo Ye leaned back in his chair, looking at the pile of things, and suddenly thought of Jiang Hui.

He picked up his phone and sent Jiang Hui a message: "Mom, I miss you."

Jiang Hui replied instantly with a voice message, her voice tinged with disdain but ending with a slight upturn: "You brat, out of money again?"

Mo Ye smiled and typed back: 【No, I just suddenly missed you.】

Jiang Hui sent another voice message, this time in a much softer tone: "If you miss me, come home. Your dad talks about Tongtong every day. Are Wanqing and Tongtong doing well?"

Mo Ye replied: 【All is well. I'll take them back to see you during the holidays.】

Jiang Hui posted a single word, "Good," followed by a string of smiling emojis.

Mo Ye smiled and placed his phone on the table to charge.

Shen Qing and Wang Jie were still dividing the items, pushing and shoving each other like two children fighting over candy.

The dormitory was noisy, with the air conditioner humming.

Mo Ye leaned back in his chair, watching Shen Qing and Wang Jie fight over the last few sweet potato chips, like two little dogs fighting over a bone.

He smiled and reached for a piece of food on the table, then popped it into his mouth.

The dried sweet potatoes are chewy and have a sun-dried sweetness. They were made by Shen Qing's mother herself and taste a million times better than the packaged ones sold in supermarkets.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Shen Qing suddenly stood up, put the half-eaten sweet potato on the table, and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

Mo Ye's eyes lit up, and he reached out to grab the half-stick, but Wang Jie was faster and snatched it away, stuffing it into his mouth.

Mo Ye glanced at him, and Wang Jie innocently shrugged.

Wang Jie glanced in the direction of the bathroom, made sure the door was closed tightly, and then reached into the box and took out the piece of cured meat.

The cured pork was sealed in a vacuum bag, with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, and it looked very tempting.

Mo Ye paused, looking at the cured meat in Wang Jie's hand, and asked in confusion, "What are you doing with this?"

Wang Jie replied matter-of-factly, "Eat it."

Mo Ye's eyes widened: "No... you eat cured meat?"

Raw?

Wang Jie had already torn open the packaging, carried the piece of cured meat to the sink, and turned on the tap to rinse it clean.

Then he did something that left Mo Ye speechless: he threw the piece of cured meat directly into the kettle and turned it on.

Mo Ye silently gave a thumbs up and squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth: "Awesome."

He stood up, patted his pants, and said, "I'm going out to buy some white rice. Keep an eye on things."

Wang Jie didn't even look up, just gave an OK sign.

Half an hour later, when Mo Ye returned with three boxes of white rice, the cured meat in the kettle was already cooked.

Wang Jie used chopsticks to scoop out the cured pork, placed it on the cutting board, and sliced ​​it into thin slices. The fatty part had been cooked until it was translucent, while the lean meat was a deep red color, steaming and fragrant.

Mo Ye arranged the rice, and the two of them ate it with the rice, picking up slices of cured meat one by one. Neither of them spoke, but their chopsticks moved very quickly.

When Shen Qing came out of the bathroom, supporting his back, he saw his two roommates sitting at the table. They had already eaten most of the rice and a large portion of the cured meat was gone.

He paused for a moment, looked at the empty drawer on the table, then at the chopsticks in Wang Jie's hand, and his mind went blank.

"Wang Jie, didn't you say you didn't like cured meat? That you couldn't get used to the taste?"

Shen Qing's voice trembled, "And where did you get this cured meat?"

He suddenly realized what was happening, his eyes widening in shock. "Holy crap, my cured meat! It wasn't you guys..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Jie had already sped up his eating, his chopsticks frantically moving between the bowl and plate, his mouth stuffed full, and he mumbled, "How come I never realized cured meat was so delicious before?"

Mo Ye was not to be outdone. He picked up the largest piece of cured meat with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing until his mouth was full of oil.

Sure enough, the feeling of fighting for food is the best.

Shen Qing panicked, and without even washing her hands, she grabbed a handful of cured meat from the plate and stuffed it into her mouth, yelling as she chewed, "Leave some for me!"

Wang Jie stared in horror at his unwashed hands: "Holy crap, did you even wash your hands?"

With her mouth full of meat, Shen Qing could barely speak: "Wash an egg! Eat first!"

The three of them had just eaten noodles with soybean paste, and then they devoured a piece of cured pork and a box of rice.

Mo Ye leaned back in his chair, rubbed his stomach, and let out a long sigh: "Damn, I'm really full this time."

Wang Jie slumped back in his chair, looking completely satisfied: "That was awesome!"

Shen Qing raised the Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger to the two of them, pointing the two middle fingers straight at their faces: "You two are too ruthless."

Wang Jie rolled his eyes and started bringing up old grievances: "It's a stalemate. My mom sent me oranges last time, and you guys ate them all. She said my mom sent me dried tangerine peel to make tea. Not only did you eat them, but you also chased after me to kill me, leaving the peels on my desk. 666."