Chapter 7 You cry quite independently

  Mingde opened his eyes and it was dawn! This sleep was really good. Sleeping till dawn is probably what this means.

  He went downstairs and came straight to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator door, took out milk and eggs, and prepared to fry an egg. Turning around, he saw Qiqi sitting on the sofa, quietly staring at him.

  Ming De was shocked and covered in sweat: Hadn't she returned all night?

  "How come you haven't left yet?"

  "You haven't given me lunch money yet?"

  Mingde is so angry and amused, what about the meal money? For just this 50 yuan meal money, she can actually spend the night at a stranger's home?

  Mingde took money from his wallet and handed it over to Qiqi.

  Qiqi took the money and put it in her pocket: "As a return, I'll help you make breakfast."

  Mingde was really afraid of Qiqi. She was so persistent about things, if he didn't let her make breakfast, she would pester him to death: "Thank you!"

  Qiqi skillfully fried eggs: "Do you want milk hot or cold?"

  "It's cool. Otherwise... you eat breakfast before leaving?" Mingde said this and wanted to slap his own mouth.

  "Thank you!"

  Good heavens! She really agreed. Maybe she wasn't going to cook for him at all, but just fry eggs for herself to eat.

  Ming De sat across the dinner table, and only then did she get a clear look at her appearance. Her neatly trimmed bangs, big eyes, and soft pink face actually had some baby fat... She shouldn't be a part-time student, how could she look like a high school student?

  "Are you still reading?"

  "No."

  Qiqi almost drank the whole cup of milk in one breath. Mingde quickly pushed the bottle of milk over, and Qiqi unceremoniously poured herself another cup.

  "How long haven't you eaten?"

  "Same as you."

  "Is it really worth spending the night here for just a little bit of food money?"

  "Uh-huh."

  Ming De was choked by the milk in his mouth and coughed violently.

  "Scared you? I'm scared myself." Qiqi was indeed scared by herself. She had actually slept at a stranger's house for 50 bucks, and it was for a whole night.

  "When I left home, who would have thought that I'd end up like this?" Qiqi said, on the verge of tears again. She had no idea reality could be so cruel. If she couldn't get enough money for food, she wouldn't be able to pay the day's rent, and then the landlord would kick her out.

  "Run away from home? You also said you're not a student? Where's your parents' phone number? Hurry up and give it to me, I want them to take you back home."

  "I'm not a student! I'm twenty-four years old this year! I left home to be independent!" Qiqi bit into the fried egg fiercely, as if it were the landlord.

  Can't laugh anymore, if I keep laughing, I'll end up with tears in my eyes like her.

  "You're pretty independent when you cry!"

  Ming De couldn't laugh anymore, he was most afraid of girls crying. In the past, as long as Ming Xin cried, he would become flustered and lose his footing.

  If she keeps crying like this, what can be done? Can't hit her, can't scold her, can't drive her away.

  "Don't cry anymore! Crying won't help, let's talk about what's been going on with you and see if there's anything I can do to help."

  "You're so good. For a meal's worth of money, I slept on the couch for a whole night?"

  "How was I supposed to know you were doing it for the money?"

  "Is there such thing as eating without paying?"

  "I'm fine! I've given you the money. Are you ready to go home?"

  "You, didn't you say you would help me?"

  Ming De thought of slapping himself in the mouth: "Speak up, hurry up, if you're slow I'll change my mind."

  "I don't have money to pay rent. Can you hire me as a part-time maid for your house? I see that your house is quite big and there's no one to clean it." Qiqi said hastily, afraid that Mingde would change his mind.

  "No way!"

  Qiqi thought Mingde was still quite kind, so she thickened her skin and begged: "At this time, my luggage is probably already thrown out by the landlord, you just be nice to me."

  "I have hourly workers here."

  "You're cheating! Just look at your kitchen, it's filthy......" Qiqi's voice was getting smaller and smaller.

  His kitchen is dirty, Mingde has never heard anyone say so before.

  Indeed, his kitchen was rarely used and almost never wiped clean, so the dust on it had probably accumulated a thin layer. But could he be blamed for that? It's too much trouble to ask a cleaning worker, and the last time he asked one, she nearly stole all the things he used: "You eat so deliciously despite being so dirty?"

  "It's not dirty to the point where it can't be eaten... I'm very good at household chores. In just four hours a day, I can clean your house spotless."

  Mingde has always wanted to find a part-time job, but he's afraid of finding the wrong person and going out to talk nonsense. Looking at her appearance, she looks like a cute baby with a round face...

  "Show me your ID."

  Qiqi quickly took out her ID card and handed it over with both hands, saying: "I'm really 24 years old, I just have a round face..."

  Qiqi's wrist chain sparkled in the light, catching Mingde's eye. Mingde looked at the chain and found it strange yet familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

  Qiqi looked at Mingde who didn't take her ID card, raised her hand and held it level with Mingde's eyes: "I'm really twenty-four years old, look at my ID card."

  Ming De withdrew his gaze, glanced at the ID card, and saw that he was twenty-four years old: "I... I have conditions."

  "Please go ahead!" Qiqi urged impatiently.

  "Firstly, don't talk nonsense when going out; Secondly, don't talk nonsense when going out; Thirdly, don't talk nonsense when going out!"

  Qiqi didn't understand and said: "What are you talking nonsense?"

  "Everything in this house, everyone and everything, is all about me."

  Qiqi nodded, somewhat perplexed.

  Is this also a condition? Who is she talking to, and who knows him? Wait, he looks so good: "You... can I ask what you do?"

  "Don't you know me?"

  "Why should I know you?"

  Mingde was even more furious, he is a national idol! He represents high-quality men: "Didn't I just say that? Nothing about me can be inquired or spread around. Quickly pack up your things."