The next morning.
When Li Luo went down to the second floor, he saw Xin Fu again engrossed in his painting. Remembering how he had locked the door on them, Li Luo stalked over, glowering.
This guy. He looked like a bored guy, or actually, a bad guy.
He was just about to drop an impassioned sermon when he was distracted by the canvas. It was no longer chickens being drawn. Today, it was the refining workshop.
There were two people roughly brushed in. Li Luo stared at it.
"Leader," Xin Fu called out proudly, "how's my drawing? I was inspired by you and Mengmeng in the refining workshop yesterday. I call it ‘Taking Root.’"
Li Luo could not believe his eyes. “Damn, locking the door yesterday wasn't enough? You had to draw it as well?!
“Taking Root?! I'll pull your teeth out by the roots!
“And those two wispy brushstrokes are supposed to be me and Bai Mengmeng?
“Who the hell could tell?!”
In any case, Li Luo felt that it would be best to nip this problem in the bud as soon as possible. He clapped Xin Fu on the shoulder with a bit more force than necessary. "Look here, Xin Fu. It looks like I'll have to get in a good sparring session with you over the refining workshop affair."
Xin Fu faltered for only a moment. "Well, if Leader is inviting me to spar, I don't dare to refuse.
"But.
"I'm the kind of guy who babbles nonsense when I'm beaten up. I'm afraid I might just run off to Bai Doudou and tell her that you and Bai Mengmeng spent the night in the refining workshop."
Li Luo's eyes widened. He pointed at Xin Fu with a trembling finger, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly. This morose, little man seemed unremarkable, but he sure had a mean streak hidden deep down.
Although he hadn't actually spent the night with Bai Mengmeng in the refining workshop, they had spent a considerable amount of time alone. If Bai Doudou learned about it, she would definitely get agitated enough to knock his head off his neck before she calmed down enough to start asking questions.
Xin Fu, straight to the nerve. No wonder this guy was built to be an assassin.
Still, Li Luo wasn't about to back down. "Well," he said slowly, "I guess I'll have Mengmeng make you all three meals a day from now on."
The brush froze mid-stroke, pooling black ink on the same spot. Xin Fu stared at Li Luo in dismay, aghast at his vicious imagination.
"Alright, Leader, you win.
"I'll erase this painting!"
Li Luo patted him on the back with a satisfied smile. "Well, get on it later. Breakfast."
The two of them descended the stairs to see Bai Mengmeng busying around. She flitted around like a graceful butterfly, a real joy to look at.
The pair sighed and sat at the table with an air of resignation.
Dimpling at them, Bai Mengmeng set out two breakfast plates that were clearly not made by her. The two looked at her in surprise.
"I bought these from the canteen," she explained.
"I... I don't really know what my food tastes like, so... I feel like... you might not like it," she said hesitantly.
Both guys felt a little guilty seeing her abase herself, and immediately shook their heads. "Oh, we like it very much!"
"Really?" Her face lit back up.
The two guys smiled and nodded.
Very soon after, they were not smiling anymore. Bai Mengmeng had rushed back from the kitchen with two more servings of her cooking. "Well, since you like it, it’s a good thing I also made some."
Li Luo and Xin Fu stared yearningly at the replaced breakfasts. Why couldn't they have kept their fat mouths shut?
Their hellish mornings looked like they were on the verge of ending. Why did they have to bring it back?
"What a disaster of astronomical proportions," Xin Fu muttered under his breath.
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