When Ding Jing nodded, Mo Shangyun waved to Shangru and Fang Xia and said, "Sorry, we will make an appointment next time."

"It's ok."

Fang Xia said quickly.

"Goodbye."

Mo Shangyun said briskly.

Ding Jing also said "goodbye" to them, and then went to the cool military off-road vehicle with Mo Shangyun without a thought.

In a flash, Shang Ru and Fang Xia were left standing.

"Your old classmate..." Fang Xia blinked and heartily sighed, "It's too dazzling."

Shang Ru: "..."

She really does not know how to evaluate.

She couldn't tell in detail even how she felt.

In a mess.

*

Although Cheng Gang looked serious and rigid, he was also very funny and humorous in private.

Ding Jing heartily discovered that Mo Shangyun was really a "thief with a face".

Cheng Gang was in front of Mo Shangjun. He didn't have a little shelf. He didn't speak Mandarin or talk about business at the dinner table. Of course, he didn't put any elder's shelf.

The conversation with Mo Shangjun has always maintained "equality", and communicated and discussed with each other, just as if Mo Shangjun was not treated as an ordinary junior.

Even Ding Jing, who was with his peers, was exposed to a lot of light.

Ding Jing knew that such treatment was obtained by Mo Shangyun by virtue of his own strength.

She also believes that Cheng Gang must know Mo Shangjun's current achievements-the 23-year-old two bars and one star, the captain of the gS9 women's second team.

Maybe you know something else.

But it doesn't matter.

These are not secrets that cannot be told.

Overall, this meal was quite pleasant.

It was just a little late. When Mo Shangyun and Ding Jing were sent back to the mall, it was almost dark.

"We start making mooncakes at seven, are we too late now?"

As soon as he came to the car, Ding Jing suddenly remembered it.

There was a little excitement and excitement in the tone.

——A fool makes mooncakes by hand! It's too late for her to escape this kind of work! There are good reasons to avoid it now. Why is she unhappy? !

Mo Shangyun naturally did not miss the joy in her eyes, so she pulled the car door, her elbow lay on the car, looked at the Ding mirror opposite the pestle, and hit her slowly. I asked Mr. Zhang to leave some ingredients, and Zhunbao will not miss this."

"...Are you sick?" Ding Jing was terrified.

Mo Shangyun gave her a slanted look, cool and murderous, "You say one more word, I promise to break your leg."

Ding Jing gritted his teeth and said, "It's not impossible to go back and make mooncakes, I want to drive!"

"Dream!"

After dropping three words, Mo Shangjun stooped to get into the driving position.

At night, there are not many lights on the roadside, at the speed of Ding Jing...

She wants to live a few more years.

Ding Jing hummed, and entered the car with some anger.

However, she did not dare to take Mo Shangyun how to do it, only to securely fasten the seat belt, and let Mo Shangyun start the car to leave.

...

not far away.

In a certain car.

Shang Ru and Fang Xia were sitting in the car, fastened their seat belts, and watched the luxury car slowly passing by in front, and then disappeared into view.

After hesitating for a while, Fang Xia said, "Xiao Ru, that's your old classmate..."

"……Ok."

Shang Ru responded very softly.

Fortunately, they came to the parking lot one step ahead of Mo Shangyun and Ding Jing.

Just sitting in the car, I saw Mo Shangyun and Ding Jing coming.

Fang Xia thinks that this coincidence is really too strange, so she intends to say hello. Unexpectedly, as soon as the window slides down, they see the two of them walking towards the luxury car parked in the dark but very eye-catching.

——When they passed by, they exclaimed a few words.

It is very rare to see such a class of luxury cars in such a town.

However, they couldn't think of killing them. The car turned out to be black!

Fang Xia spoke a bit dumbly, "Her car..."

"..."

After a long pause, Fang Xia adjusted her mind and slowly said, "I remember seven digits."

"..."

Shang Ru was completely silent.

*

Mo Shangyun and Ding Jing returned to the base at eight o'clock.

The magnificent and cool model, which has been driving all the way, has attracted a lot of attention and received many whistles.

"I'm still wondering who is such a trench, it turns out to be you." As soon as the car stopped, Subei stepped up, knocked on the door with his hand, looked down, and said straightforwardly, "Blackmail."

Mo Shangyun gave her a white look, "Find someone to come and get it yourself."

The trunk was opened and it was full of stuff.

Subei raised his hand to greet a few people, and in a flash all the shopping bags were taken out.

If it wasn’t too dark, they would divide it on the spot.

Mo Shangjun gave the list and the small ticket for the items she helped buy to Subei, letting them distribute and count themselves, and the rest let them rest in her and Ding Jing's dormitory.

"Do you have any other plans?" North Jiangsu looked at them both.

"Aren't you going to make mooncakes?" Ding Jing asked helplessly.

"Oh," North Jiangsu nodded and said, "There are still some people in the cooking class."

Just about to turn around and leave, Ding Jing suddenly found a critical question and asked, "No, don't you have to do it?"

"Obviously," Su Bei gave her a glance, and then patted her shoulder, "We were all drove out by squad leader Zhang."

"..."

Ding Jing's eyes lit up, and he was about to move.

North Jiangsu immediately turned his head and complained to Mo Shangyun: "Mo Shangyun, she has a twisted mind!"

"You know if you don't read it."

Mo Shangyun, who came over, responded with a blank expression.

At the next moment, she threw the car key to North Jiangsu, and stopped the car after she finished her work.

"Are you a human being?" Ding Jing looked at North Jiangsu's "selling friends for glory" in shock.

"We all participated in the early stage and have been busy since yesterday," You Nianyu glanced at her and said, "Mo Shangyun will not give you a chance to be lazy."

Looking up at You Nianyu, Ding Jing smiled and seemed to say in surprise: "Oh! Are you also kicked out?"

You Nianyu: "..."

Mo Shangyun didn't learn well, but he didn't learn so much.

"Don't go yet?"

Mo Shangyun walked a few steps, turned around and called Ding Jing who wanted to pretend to disappear.

Ding Jing: "..."

After scratching his messy hair, Ding Jing sighed and could only follow Mo Shangyun to the cooking class.

...

When they arrived at the cooking class, there were only a few players who were "handy at first sight".

Both the first team and the second team.

Most of them are from the first team, such as Xiong Zhixin, Mu Zilin, etc. The second team only has Tang Shi, Qi Qi, Bai Lizhao and Sheng Zi.

Ding Jing, who was pestle outside the door, glanced around, and was surprised to find that Baili Zhaohe Shengzi actually made mooncakes in a similar way.

"Ink team!"

"You guys are back?"

"Monitor Zhang has left a bit of material for you, and we are all over."

...

As soon as they entered, the crowd turned back to greet them.

Mo Shangyun nodded towards them.

As soon as he washed his hands, the diligent Tang poetry took out all the materials left for them.

The requirements of the team to make mooncakes by themselves are: focus on participation.

Even for the Jiang team, at seven o'clock, they came over and made some cakes for a few months.

Regardless of whether it is good or not, in the end, everyone has to participate.

After all, this is a collective activity.

Although it is selfish to ask Zhang to keep a copy of the material, the reason for putting Ding Jing on is to "focus on participation".

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone eats their own mooncakes and shares their experience of making mooncakes, Ding Jing...she said she rubbed the cakes for a few months, and then gave a good evaluation of the good and bad?

That's not to fight.

After looking at the material, Mo Shangyun said to other people: "Let's go when you are busy. If it is roasted, we can just watch it with the cooking class."

After being so busy for a long time, everyone was a little tired, and Mo Shangyun spoke, and nodded in response.

One after another, some people left.

In the end, apart from a few cooks who were "technical guides", there were only Mo Shangyun, Ding Jing, and Tang Shi.

"Aren't you leaving?"

Mo Shangjun glanced at the sweaty Tang poetry.

"Well, I have nothing to do." Tang Shi wiped his sweat and nodded. "It's okay to go later."

"Mr. Ji didn't find you?"

Ding Jing, who was being instructed to beat the egg, asked in a casual manner.

Tang Shi ah, his eyes blinked quickly, and then said a little embarrassedly: "No. He has something tonight."

"Oh."

Ding Jing asked casually, not too worried.

As soon as he mentioned Ji Zhou, Tang Shi was very upset and his ears were a bit hot, but when Ding Jing didn't follow up, he secretly relieved himself.

Here, Mo Shangjun checked the materials one by one.

There are three kinds of fillings: egg yolk, yellow rong and bean paste, which can be properly matched.

Such as egg yolk moon cake, egg yolk yolk moon cake, bean yolk moon cake, yellow rong moon cake.

She asked squad leader Zhang to leave more bean paste.

Squad leader Zhang is a reliable real person, and the weight reserved for her can be at least about ten.

"What is in your hand—"

Ding Jing, who was stirring egg liquid with chopsticks, came up.

After seeing the mold in the hand of Mo Shangjun, he opened his eyes and said, "Don't you do it yourself!"