Mr. Su's Love Investigation Report
Chapter 82 - 81: The Death of Conversation

Chapter 82: Chapter 81: The Death of Conversation

"I wasn’t thinking about anything! I just missed Dad!" she blurted out, absolutely refusing to admit that what she was just thinking about had anything to do with him!

"..." If he remembered correctly, this was the second time she looked at him and said she missed her dad. Was it because he looked particularly old, or... no, looking at her expression, she was actually the one who didn’t seem to remember anything.

Tu Hengsha already noticed his expression wasn’t great, thinking another storm was about to hit. Just then, the doorbell saved her—

"I’ll get the door!" She darted to the front door.

Ronggui was quite impressed. He always thought that saying someone moved like a rabbit was a slight exaggeration, but he didn’t expect to see it in real life. Especially with her fluffy, messy hair, wearing cartoon pajamas, hopping right past his eyes...

What kind of feeling was this? He imagined it would be like a rabbit oblivious to its surroundings hopping in front of a hunter...

The server pushed the dining cart in and left. The "rabbit" eagerly moved a chair to the cart, invited him to sit, and poured him a glass of water, "I boiled it before I slept, and it’s still warm!"

Alright, if there really was such a clever rabbit sweet-talking the hunter, would the hunter even have the heart to skin it, eat it, or make it into dried rabbit?

Tu Hengsha had no idea Mr. Su was thinking about skinning and gutting rabbits. She sat down opposite Mr. Su, "Actually, hotel noodles aren’t good at all, they’re flavorless. My noodles are what you’d call delicious! Certified by my mom and Yueyue! I just can’t roll out the dough, but it doesn’t affect my cooking skill. Even with instant noodles, I can cook a unique flavor!"

Since she was young, she learned to take care of herself and her mom. She couldn’t make complicated dishes, but she’d self-assessed her skills at making simple foods and had reached a master level, like steamed eggs, tomato and egg stir fry, and egg fried rice...

With a straight face, Mr. Su said, "So, you mean to say you’re going to cook noodles for me? Tu Hengsha, you seem to have forgotten again, we’re not familiar enough for you to cook noodles for me."

"..." She nearly choked on her noodle soup. Who wanted to cook noodles for you? She just wanted to chat! Fine! Ultimately, it was her memory being faulty! She forgot that Mr. Su had a special skill: conversation killer.

Better to just focus on eating noodles!

She also had a special skill: she could eat an additional three mouthfuls even when she was full with good food, and manage to get full after three bites of bad food!

No choice, habits formed from a young age – waste was shameful.

So, even though this bowl of noodles wasn’t anything to brag about, she ate it quite happily, which caused Mr. Su to suspect, "Are these noodles... tasty?" Wasn’t she the one who just said they weren’t good at all?

"Mmm, mmm, mmm." With a mouthful of noodles, she nodded vigorously. Cherish life, stay away from conversation...

Sometimes people are indeed strange creatures. Hearing her say this and watching her enjoy the food so much, Mr. Su found himself thinking... it might actually be not that bad.

As they were each focused on their respective bowls, a series of chaotic footsteps sounded in the hallway, along with knocking on each door on this floor.

As a former entertainment journalist, Tu Hengsha had a curiosity, a tendency to join in the fun... uh, professional "flaw." She was just about to open the door to see what was happening when her room door was knocked on too.