"Mochen, Mochen, are you home?"
Around nine o'clock, Yuncui knocked on Shen Mochen's front door.
"Caiyu," Shen Mochen greeted as he opened the door for her.
"Have you had dinner yet?" Yuncui asked.
"Yeah, I did," Shen Mochen said.
"What did you eat?"
"Uh... ate out at a restaurant."
Yuncui walked into Shen Mochen's house, sniffed around, and found Shen Mochen's yet-to-be-washed dishes, with soup residue of instant noodles remaining.
"I knew you didn't have a proper meal!" Yuncui said with an I-told-you-so expression, lightly twisted Shen Mochen's ear, and huffed, "I'll have you know, I have a really good nose!"
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah, you even said you could smell the loser scent on me from miles away last time.
Am I a loser? That's harsh!
But faced with incontrovertible evidence, Shen Mochen sheepishly smiled. Well, Yuncui might be too kind, but she was no fool!
