This lesbian is too good at talking! I can't afford to offend her!

Chapter 317 Chen Shuning teases Meng Zhujun while eating noodles with soybean paste

"Chen Shuning, I don't agree with you guys pickling vegetables in the dormitory. The room is full of sour and smelly, and it makes me sick just thinking about it."

Chen Shuning put down the net bag, poured a glass of water and gulped it down. Then he spoke: "Meng Zhujun, I pickled the pickles in cans, and the lids can be screwed tightly. Don't worry, there will be no smell in the house."

Chen Shuning squatted on the ground, opened the net bag, and began to pick vegetables. Liu Zhongyu hurried over to help. She paid the least and felt embarrassed to be lazy.

"If you don't believe me, let's make a bet. If there's a smell, I'll throw the pickles out without leaving a single bite." Chen Shuning said with a smile, "If there's no smell in the room, I'll give you some when the pickles are ready so you can have a taste."

Meng Zhujun curled her lips, her tone very dissatisfied: "Who wants your crappy pickles? I don't eat that kind of stuff."

Even if she had to eat pickles, Meng Zhujun would eat the most expensive pickles from the supply and marketing cooperative. What good things could these country bumpkins make?

As she spoke, she sat down on the bed, picked up the water cup, and sipped the malted milk. Looking up at the missing bed board, an idea flashed through her mind. Meng Zhujun said, "Hey, you can't put pickles on my upper bunk. If the soup leaks and stains my bedding, you can't afford to pay for it."

"Don't worry, Miss. Even if you asked us to put you on the upper bunk, we wouldn't dare." Chen Shuning glanced at her and said sarcastically, "Your things are so expensive, we'd rather stay away from you."

Chen Shuning explained what needed to be explained clearly. Meng Zhujun was relentless and overly aggressive. Chen Shuning was no pushover; when it came time to grow thorns, she was ruthless.

"You are the eldest daughter." Meng Zhujun's tone softened a bit, and she said softly, "I am doing this for your own good. I am very delicate, and I can't sleep on a dirty bed."

"My dear little miss, I heard that you and Song Ci had a fight at school. Aren't you two sisters very close? Why did you fall out so quickly?"

Meng Zhujun pouted and murmured, "It's all because of you..."

Chen Shuning picked up a broom and swept the floor, muttering, "Your cousin's ghost is still haunting me. Yesterday, she instigated Xu Qinghua to deal with me and ruin my reputation everywhere. Meng Zhujun, was you involved in this?"

"Of course not!" Meng Zhujun immediately exploded upon hearing this and said angrily, "If I knew about this, I would definitely stop her."

It was true that Meng Zhujun had met Xu Qinghua before, but she had only said hello before Song Ci sent her away. You know, Song Ci was up to something again, and she wouldn't leave no matter what.

Meng Zhujun bit her lip gently, thinking: Chen Shuning knew that Xu Qinghua was causing trouble, and it was her cousin who was instigating it behind the scenes. This meant that Xu Qinghua had already known the truth and had sided with Chen Shuning.

Next week when I get home, I'm going to talk to my aunt about my cousin. She offended the Guo family, and now she's offended the Xu family. If we let her continue, she'll get into big trouble sooner or later.

Chen Shuning put down the broom and said with a smile: "I told you that you wouldn't do such a thing. You and Song Ci are completely different types of people. I advise you to stay away from her, so as not to be implicated by her."

Don't be fooled by Meng Zhujun's aggressive behavior. She looks fierce. In fact, she is so stupid that she would help others count money even after being sold. Chen Shuning thought of her quarrel with Song Ci in order to persuade him to let go, and Chen Shuning felt a little soft-hearted.

Meng Zhujun's eyes widened with suspicion, and she asked with a smile: "Chen Shuning, did I hear correctly? Will you believe me? Oh, stop trying to coax me with words, you just wish me bad luck!"

"Are you so unsure of yourself? I'm captivated by your charm and trust you unconditionally, is that not okay?"

Meng Zhujun laughed so hard she fell backwards: "Haha... I'm not stupid, I don't believe it."

Although this statement was outrageous, it successfully pleased her. Meng Zhujun laughed out loud, but when she saw everyone staring at her and laughing, she realized something was wrong and immediately stopped laughing.

She deliberately put on a stern face and said fiercely, "Chen Shuning, you want to sow discord between me and my cousin? Dream on! I won't be fooled. I'm telling you, we can't coexist."

Chen Shuning rolled his eyes, his tone tinged with contempt: "Who wants to please you? I just think you're too naive, and I can't bear to see you being taken advantage of and deceived. You're really like a dog biting Lu Dongbin, not knowing how to appreciate a good heart."

Jiang Heping, holding a bucket, urged, "Shuning, let's go wash the vegetables! Yuanfang went to buy noodles, and it'll be just in time for dinner when we get back after washing the vegetables."

"Hey, I'll be right there."

Mi Qiaolan and Meng Zhujun were the only ones left in the dormitory, looking at each other. Mi Qiaolan took the initiative to speak: "Zhujun, Chen Shuning brought some fried bean paste and shrimp paste. They want to eat fried bean paste noodles in the dormitory."

"What? They're eating in the dormitory, so how can they stay in this room?" Meng Zhujun stood up and opened the window, saying angrily, "How rude! Who would eat in the bedroom?"

Mi Qiaolan's face turned grim as she replied in a low voice, "Poor people eat in their bedrooms. There are only two rooms in the house. If not in the bedroom, where else would they eat?"

"Are they really that poor?" Meng Zhujun murmured, "Can't they build a few more houses? I think they're just lazy, and lazy people are poor."

Mi Qiaolan sighed and thought: Only a young lady like you who is ignorant of the sufferings of the world would say such words. Oh, fate is so cruel, why don't I have such a good life as Meng Zhujun?

Mi Qiaolan's heart was filled with envy and jealousy at the same time. When she looked at Meng Zhujun again, her eyes became complicated.

The strong aroma of sauce mixed with the aroma of meat filled the air. Chen Shuning scooped out a spoonful of meat sauce, put it into the lunch box, and stirred it quickly.

Liu Zhongyu broke off half a cucumber and handed it to Chen Shuning: "Shuning, just eat it with cucumber, it tastes better."

"Thank you." Chen Shuning took a bite of the cucumber and then a mouthful of the noodles. The cucumber was crispy and refreshing, and the pork belly was crispy and fragrant without being greasy. Chen Shuning exclaimed, "Wow, delicious! Come and try it."

The sweet apple in her hand became tasteless. Meng Zhujun sniffed, looking pitiful and aggrieved. Chen Shuning was so mean, how could he tempt her with noodles with soybean paste?

Xiang Yuanfang laughed out loud and teased, "Meng Zhujun, Shu Ning is not a stingy person. If you want to eat, go to the cafeteria and get some noodles! We bought a lot of cucumbers, it's okay for you to eat a little."

Meng Zhujun turned her head and looked aside, her arrogant look making people laugh: "I don't want to eat, don't be so self-indulgent."

She sighed into the distance and buried her head in her noodle soup. She had never met anyone as twisted and contradictory as Meng Zhujun. Isn't it tiring to live like this?

"Yuanfang, what you said just now was wrong. I'm so stingy!" Chen Shuning swallowed the noodles and imitated Meng Zhujun's appearance, saying proudly: "Not everyone can eat my food. Meng Zhujun wants to eat it, but I won't let her."

"Isn't it just fried noodles with soybean sauce? I've eaten all kinds of fried noodles with soybean sauce." Meng Zhujun was dissatisfied and said angrily, "Your fried noodles with soybean sauce are far inferior to the fried noodles at Fulaiju."

Chen Shuning put down his chopsticks and said proudly, "If you want to mention someone else, I really won't refute you. But if you mention Fulaiju, hehe... Junshan's grandfather is the chef of Fulaiju, and the fried sauce he makes is even more delicious than my grandfather's."

"Chen Shuning, you're bragging!"

Chen Shuning wanted to tease her and deliberately provoked her: "If you don't believe me, try it."

"Just try it." Meng Zhujun picked up the chopsticks, dipped them in the sauce and put them into her mouth.

The aroma spread in her mouth, and Meng Zhujun almost cried: "Without Chen Shuning, maybe Guo Junshan could really become my cousin's husband, and I could have a treat every now and then. Now, I can only watch her eat, wuwu... "