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So the two of them found a chair and redistributed the items.

He mainly took drinks and fruit, fewer items, but they were heavier.

Su Mengli carried more items, but they were all relatively light foods.

Although Su Mengli still seemed somewhat dissatisfied, feeling that she had taken too little, the difference wasn't significant, so she didn't say anything more.

"Let's go, or they'll get impatient."

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When they returned to the studio, Su Mengyao and Yan Nuoya seemed to have already finished the rest of their work and had also cleaned up the studio.

The boxes that were casually placed on the table and floor before leaving home have now been neatly piled up in the corner.

Upon seeing them return, Su Mengyao and Yan Nuoya quickly came up and took the things from their hands.

"Wow! We're finally back! I can smell the aroma!" Su Mengyao was the first to cheer and rush over, taking the bag of fried chicken from Su Mengli's hand with a clear purpose. She even sniffed the air with her little nose: "Fried chicken! Barbecue!"

Before she could be happy for long, Su Mengyao seemed to realize something and froze on the spot.

Fried chicken and barbecue? Appearing together? Would Su Mengli really let her get away with this?

Normally, Su Mengli would scold him for eating just a few skewers of barbecue, but suddenly he's eating fried chicken and barbecue all of a sudden.

Could it be that...

Su Mengyao's eyes were glistening with tears as she looked at her sister with a pitiful expression: "Sister, I think I've been quite obedient lately?"

"You're my sister, what can I do to you?" Su Mengli, who knew her well, rolled her eyes at her: "Just eat without worry today."

"Great!" Su Mengyao's eyes lit up. She took the bag, placed it on the coffee table, and took out the contents.

Yan Nuoya deftly took the bag from Mo Xiangwen's hand, her eyes quickly scanning the contents.

When she saw the drinks and fruit inside, her eyes flickered slightly.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Yan Nuoya said softly, then turned around and placed the bag steadily on the clean coffee table.

"Why so long?"

"There were too many people at the barbecue stall, and it took quite a while for our order to be processed."

As Mo Xiangwen explained, he flexed his fingers, which had become red from being squeezed.

"You've all worked hard, and you've even tidied up the studio."

"Alright, alright, everyone's worked so hard!" Su Mengyao rubbed her hands together eagerly, her eyes sparkling as she scanned the table full of food. "We've known each other for so long, why are we still being so polite?"

As she spoke, she reached out to pick up a skewer of barbecue.

"Wait a minute." Su Mengli quickly patted her sister's hand, a helpless smile on her face. "You're welcome, you should wash your hands too."

"I just washed it."

Su Mengyao said with dissatisfaction, but still obediently turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

After Su Mengyao washed her hands, the others also went to the bathroom to wash their hands one after another.

Then, as usual, he and Yan Nuoya sat on one side, while Su Mengli and Su Mengyao sat on the sofa on the other side of the coffee table.

Su Mengyao and Su Mengli worked together to set out pizzas, barbecue, fried chicken, and other items, while he and Yan Nuoya each carried a drink and a plastic cup, filling everyone's cups.

After everyone was ready, the other three were watching him, as if waiting for him to start.

"Why are you looking at me like that? What kind of relationship do we have that I need to make empty promises about first?"

Mo Xiangwen smiled and shook his head: "Come on, let's celebrate the official establishment of our studio, cheers."

"cheers!"

The four people's cups bumped together.

written request for leave

I'm not feeling well, so I'll take a day off at the beginning of the month to adjust my mood and organize my thoughts. I wish all my readers a pleasant weekend.

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Chapter Ninety-Seven: Why, why did it turn out like this? (4500 words, two chapters combined)

The four sat around a clean coffee table, with fried chicken, kebabs, pizza, and fruit arranged in the middle.

He was worried that the condensation on the beverage bottle would drip onto the table and wet other things, so he decided to simply put the beverage bottle on the floor.

He was about to pick it up when he suddenly remembered something and glanced at the others in front of him.

What would you like to drink?

"Well then... Coke it is."

Su Mengyao, who was taking small bites of grilled beef skewers, reacted the fastest. Upon hearing this, she looked up, her eyebrows curved, and gave him a sweet smile, not forgetting to thank him at the end.

"I just felt that the chef had added a bit too much chili, thank you."

Her lips, made even redder by the chili peppers and oil, were slightly parted, and she kept exhaling softly, as if this could alleviate the spiciness a little.

Although it was the first time he had seen Su Mengyao like this, her older sister Su Mengli, who was cutting pizza, was obviously already used to it.

She focused intently on cutting the pizza into small pieces, distributing them as evenly as possible, and placing them on disposable plates.

After straightening up, he carefully picked up the plates and placed them in front of everyone one by one.

Although they were all wearing shirts with tightly closed collars, there was naturally no chance to see anything special.

But Su Mengli's well-proportioned figure still forced him to subconsciously lean back slightly, subtly avoiding his gaze.

"Thank you." Mo Xiangwen asked, "So, what would you like to drink?"

After finishing all this, Su Mengli sat back down. After hearing his question, she frowned slightly and thought for a moment before replying, "Then could you please give me a Coke?"

"Then Nuoya..." He turned to look at Yan Nuoya, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to ask, "What would you like to drink?"

"Cola will do." Yan Nuoya smiled and nodded slightly.

Indeed, he forgot that in addition to preferences, there is also personality.

Mo Xiangwen glanced at the two of them and fell silent.

Some people say they don't need to be formal or polite, but when it's their turn, they compete to see who's the most polite.

Some people, oh well, never mind.

Of course, it's also possible that he was just imagining things.

It's not impossible that both of them might actually choose cola as their first choice.

However, the probability of such a thing happening is still relatively small.

Although he dared not say it to Mengli, judging from the milk tea she had drunk the last few times, Nuoya's preferences might be surprisingly similar to his own.

Su Mengli and Yan Nuoya glanced at him with a puzzled look as he suddenly fell silent, feeling somewhat uneasy.

"Mengyao, what does your sister like to drink?" Mo Xiangwen suddenly asked.

Asking about drink preferences among group members shouldn't be a problem, right?

"Hmm, it seems there's nothing here that my sister likes..."

Su Mengyao paused for a moment, looked at him with a puzzled expression, and then glanced at the drinks on the table.

"If I really had to choose from these, I'd pick coconut water."

Su Mengyao sold her sister's personal information without hesitation.

"Then, Mengli, is coconut water okay?"

“Okay…” Su Mengli’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and she turned her head slightly to avoid his gaze.

Her smooth black hair slipped down quietly, and a faint blush appeared on the roots of her ears, which were hidden by the black hair.

"Noah...is it also coconut water?"

"Mmm, coconut water."

At this moment, Yan Nuoya seemed to have regained her usual composure, and a faint smile naturally appeared on her face.

Why does this person seem to take it all for granted?

Mo Xiangwen secretly muttered something to himself, and just as he opened the can of cola, a clean, slender hand reached out to him.

Holding a plastic cup steadily in his hand, his meaning is self-evident.

He paused for a moment, then picked up the cola and poured it into the glass.

It has to be said that having someone help hold the cup makes it much easier to pour without having to lower the pressure of the bottle too much.

"Mengyao, your Coke."

With a smile, Yan Nuoya leaned forward and placed the cola in front of Su Mengyao opposite her.

Su Mengyao, who was still eating barbecue, paused for a moment, seemingly surprised that Yan Nuoya had handed it to her.

However, she quickly realized that Mo Xiangwen was still holding a drink and was quite far away.

So Su Mengyao winked at her and smiled, "Thank you, Nuoya."

Yan Nuoya gently shook her head, then picked up a new plastic cup and handed it over.

He happened to have opened the lid of the coconut water container, so he casually poured it in.

However, this time Yan Nuoya didn't rush to hand the cups to others like she did last time; instead, she took two more cups in succession.

Yan Nuoya was about to hand the coconut water to Su Mengli when she noticed Mo Xiangwen shaking his head at her.

"Let me do it." Mo Xiangwen casually screwed the cap on the drink and put it aside, chuckling as he stopped her, "Don't stand up."

Su Mengli and Yan Nuoya were diagonally opposite each other. To pass it over, most people would have to stand up a little to do it, given their height and arm length.

"it is good."

Yan Nuoya paused slightly, then simply brought the coconut water to her lips and took a small sip.

Mmm, it's sweet and refreshing.

Su Mengli blinked, took the coconut water from his hands, and thanked him.

"By the way, does Noah know what kind of games our studio makes?" Su Mengli asked casually.

"Not yet." Yan Nuoya shook her head and casually picked up a few skewers of barbecue and put them on the plate next to her.

Su Mengyao was startled: "Hey, how dare you agree so casually?"

“Because, what game I play probably isn’t that important to me,” Yan Nuoya paused for a moment, then continued, “It’s still better than staying in the dorm.”

When she said that, Su Mengyao and Su Mengli remembered that she had mentioned in the group chat before that she didn't like staying in the dormitory.

"I'm sorry," Su Mengyao quickly apologized.

"It's okay," Yan Nuoya said softly. "My roommates didn't bully me, it's just that I don't really like being with them."

Mo Xiangwen vaguely sensed that the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Just as he was about to speak, Su Mengli spoke first, her smile gentle: "Did you bring the proposal? It's perfect for showing it to Nuoya."

"I didn't bring it, I left it in the dorm." Mo Xiangwen shook his head, picked up a skewer of barbecue from his plate and took a bite. "I'll bring it to you in class tomorrow, no rush."

He paused in his chewing motion, glancing questioningly at the beef skewer in his hand.

Huh? Did he take this just now? He probably grabbed an extra skewer without noticing. Oh well, as long as there's something to eat.

"Hmm, no rush." ​​Yan Nuoya nodded slightly, the corners of her lips curving up a little more than usual: "We can look into it tomorrow."

Seeing that both of them agreed, Su Mengli, who had only suggested it to ease the tension, naturally stopped insisting. "Alright, let's take it slow then," she nodded in agreement.

This little incident quickly passed, and the four of them continued eating and chatting, the atmosphere becoming relaxed and pleasant again.

Dinner is over, time to clean up the mess.

Mo Xiangwen and Yan Nuoya were in charge of sweeping the floor and wiping the table, while Su Mengli and Su Mengyao quickly cleaned up the lunch boxes, scraps, and empty bottles on the table.

With everyone's combined efforts, the trash was quickly packed into two bags.

Su Mengyao picked up the bulging trash bags and volunteered, "There are only two bags, I'll go throw them away!"