Chapter 73 – Sweet Tooth
Mu Xiulun has never seen a girl wear such a ridiculous mask. Shouldn’t beauty masks be plain white? Why is there a tiger printed on her mask instead?!

T/N : Korean animal animal-printed face masks.

The majestic tiger’s head was very lifelike. It stuck to Su Jishi’s face firmly and covered every piece of her skin.

If you don’t look carefully, you would think she was a tiger roaming the streets! Almost gave Mo Rongzhan a heart attack for a moment.

Su Jishi knew what he was going to ask so she beat him into it and said calmly, “If I wear sunglasses or something early this morning, I would be noticeable. I don’t want to be photographed wherever I go, so I decided to put a mask to hide my identity.”

“But aren’t you looking noticeable now?” Mu Xiulun leaned his head closer in a whisper.

Before Su Jishi’s words of objection fell, a girl dressed as an office worker rushed past them looking at her watch as she ran and apparently chasing the morning bus. On her head, she was wearing a pink exaggeratedly tight hair roll, and her curls were firmly glued to it. Even though she ran so fast, one couldn’t see even a slight shake.

Mu Xiulun: “…”

Su Jishi shrugged her shoulders. “Look, I’m not the most noticeable, am I?”

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Instead of driving, they strolled around on foot and soon found a breakfast shop.

Breakfast shops are not big, but they are very close to the subway station, so there are many diners coming and going. When the shop was full, the shop workers set up tables and chairs on the sidewalk. The tabletop was wiped clean and a basket of chopsticks was placed in the middle of it, besides which were self-made soy sauce, vinegar and chilli oil.

Su Jishi, wearing a tiger mask, took a seat facing the street and Mu Xiulun reluctantly sat beside her.

He looked around. There were many young workers in the stall. Every second of time spent in bed was very important for these social animals. So several girls in the breakfast shop put makeup while they eat a hot bowl of wonton soup. By the time they raise their heads, a haphazard-looking girl suddenly becomes a competent “white bone**”. Excellent.

**T/N : White Bone is a sly and cunning person.

By contrast, the tiger mask on Su Jishi’s face was not so hard to accept.

Su Jishi filmed the movie scenes all night. It was when she was so hungry that she act on instinct and boy, that dumpling over the counter was looking fat!

As easy as that, she forgot Fang Xie’s instructions to her. She called the boss and ordered half a tray of small pancakes, a bowl of soybean milk, two fried dough sticks, three sesame balls and four steamed dumplings.

When the order was finished, she pushed the plastic-sealed menu toward Mu Xiulun and said, “Order your own.”

“… Did you order so much just now?” Will she eat all of it by herself?

The menu was a sheet of laminated A4 printed paper with few things written on it and a layer of oil covering it—it felt slippery.

Although Mu Xiulun is the Mu family’s unloved adopted son, he had never eaten at this roadside stall in the morning in his entire life. He looked at the menu several times, but he still couldn’t make up his mind.

Finally, he ordered two steamed dumplings and a bowl of millet gruel.

Soymilk is always readily available. Stores get up at three in the morning to start squeezing beans and cooking soya-bean milk. He didn’t know how much soya-bean alone cost these stores every day but shopkeepers are very willing to spend raw materials to produce thick consistency of their milk, unlike other restaurants which served their customers with diluted milks.

At this moment, this shop’s soya-bean milk smelled everywhere. In fact, the whole neighborhood seemed to have been under its spell. Many of them came here in line to buy soya-bean milk with their pots and pans.

Soon, Su Jishi’s soya-bean milk was brought to the table.

She ordered a bowl of original flavor—thick and no sugar that destroys its original taste. Yet, Mu Xiulun’s face showed utter morbidity as soon as Su Jishi ordered another order of laver, shrimps, scallion and pickled mustard tuber separately.

After mixing it with soy sauce and chili oil, Mu Xiulun stared in disbelief when she poured it into the soybean milk and made a salty, oily milk that Mu Xiulun didn’t know was possible!

When the hot fried dough sticks were fried, she happily tore them into small pieces and threw them into salty soybean milk. Crispy fried dough sticks instantly lost its crisp and became soft as cake.

Mu Xiulun looked on coldly and watched her eat with relish, then commented: “Salty soya-bean milk? How can you eat such strange…things. ”

Su Jishi: “……”

Su Jishi ignored him at all. On the contrary, she deliberately sucked and sipped the salted soybean milk.

Not long after, the millet gruel ordered by Mu Xiulun was finally put on the table.

It was cooked in a large pan. the golden rice grains were soft and fat. The store owner picked up a large shallow bowl and boldy scooped up a whole spoon with a long iron ladle. The millet gruel was extremely thick, and it was already slightly higher than the rim of the bowl, but it did not drip down. It was served on the table, its surface jiggling.

A soft plastic spoon was inserted on the gruel, and Mu Xiulun tasted it and his brow wrinkled.

He opened the condiment boxes on the table one by one, and finally found the sugar. Then he scooped up a large spoon without thinking and poured it all into millet gruel.

Stirring and tasting again, yet his face was still in a frown.

So he scooped up a second spoonful of sugar.

It was not until he added the third spoon that he was finally satisfied, the crease on his brows loosened.

Only then did Su Jishi raise her head from her bowl of salty soya-bean milk and sneered. “Mr. Mu, you are so weird to eat sweet millet gruel.”

Mu Xiulun : “…”