Xing Yanbo loosened the door and stepped back two steps to let Quan in.

After coming in, Quan's eyes first fell on the table, the dishes and chopsticks that had not been cleaned up.

Then he looked at Qin Baozhu and said with a smile, "Baozhu, it's nine o'clock. It's time for us to have class."

Then he looked at Xing Yanbo, "I just didn't expect you to be here. So, shall we have class at another time?"

The person in class is Qin Baozhu, but Quan is asking Xing Yanbo if he wants to have class at another time.

Xing Yanbo looked at the time and shook his head, "no, it's important for you to have class."

Then he looked at Qin Baozhu, "I'll go first."

"Yes." Qin Baozhu nodded simply.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, Xing Yanbo turned his head and looked at Qin Baozhu, "that oil residue, I want to try it next time."

"Oil residue?" Qin Baozhu was stunned for a moment. Then he remembered that when he gave Xing Yanbo lard soup noodles, he said oil residue, "Oh, OK, I'll leave the oil residue to you next time I cook lard."

Xing Yanbo nodded and left the house quickly.

Until Xing Yanbo's car drove away, Quan always stood at the door and sent him off with a smile.

After the car drove out of the yard, she turned around and looked at Qin Baozhu. She still smiled, "Baozhu, did you see what I just did?"

"Hmm? What?" Qin Baozhu didn't understand.

Quan Quan gracefully took off his high heels, put on his slippers, walked in, stood at the table and continued to say to Qin Baozhu, "that's what I looked like when I just sent Mr. Xing off. Did you see it?"

"See." Qin Baozhu nodded.

"Well, you should remember that this is the standard demonstration for the host," Quan said, his slender fingers rhythmically lighting on the table.

"Congratulations to my master? But Mr. Xing is not my master." Qin Baozhu replied.

The smile on Quan's face was slightly restrained, "you live in Xing's house, and Xing provides you with food and clothing. Then Xing is not your master, what is it?"

Without waiting for Qin Baozhu to speak, Quan has said again, "even if you're not the master, since you're on the fence, you should have the consciousness of being on the fence. In this way, you can be liked and won't be easily abandoned, okay?"

Qin Baozhu doesn't like Quan's tone of voice and her words very much.

But she really can't think of anything to fight back, because she does live in Xing Yanbo's house now.

However, in order to try not to add trouble to Xing Yanbo, she secretly looks for a part-time job outside after class every day.

Therefore, she earns all the money she spends now.

Still, before Qin Baozhu could speak, Quan had said again, "take away these things on the table and start the class. In the future, don't let me see such things that can't go on the table appear on the table. This kind of food is not what Xing should eat as a master."

In desperation, Qin Baozhu had to pick up the dishes and chopsticks.

Qin Baozhu is born with the fear of teachers

Although, she doesn't like the teacher. But she also knew that the teacher was personally found by Xing Yanbo for her and should always be respected.

Out of the kitchen, Quan has opened the projection screen of the audio-visual room and began to play the film sparrow into Phoenix.

"Look, that's what you're going to see today."

"Another movie?" that's why Qin Baozhu has seen so many movies recently.