Chapter 10: New Neighbor, Super Muscle Man

"Ronnie, are you going to school?" Catherine asked as she took a sip of soy milk and chewed on the fritters.

"Go. I haven't been to school for three days, and I have to go back and see. Ronnie replied, sandwiching his pickles.

Ronnyko is a character with a full level of kitchen skills. Steaming steamed buns, stir-frying, pickling pickles and anything is not a problem.

"I'll go too!" Catherine said hurriedly. I've been clamoring to go to New York University, but Ronnie went to school a few days ago because he was busy with things and didn't have time to take her around.

"Okay."

"I'm going to change my clothes." With a fritter in her mouth, Catherine stood up and said.

"Don't worry, I'll only go to school in the afternoon."

"Afternoon? All right. When Catherine heard this, she sat back down. It's only nine o'clock in the morning, so it's early.

"You go and open the window of my room to let me in. I went to hang out next door, and just moved in with a dude. Ronnie said as he stood up with a plate of churros.

"Neighbors? When did you move here. How did I not know? Catherine said strangely.

"Moved in this morning. I'll go first. ”

"Oh."

"Don't forget to open the windows to let in."

"Got it~~"

Boom.

Catherine ate for a while, touched her slightly bulging lower abdomen, and left the table contentedly.

Go to Ronnie's room and open the window.

"This guy is really going to enjoy it." Catherine muttered.

Ronnie's room was large and had a separate balcony and bathroom. From the balcony, you can see everything in the central business district. And sunny, warm, good location.

Compared to Ronnie's room, Catherine's room was not bad, but it was still more than a little worse.

"I'm going to enjoy it." Catherine sighed as she lay on Ronnie's two-meter-by-two-meter bed.

Rolling back and forth, tired of rolling, lying on the bed panting.

Even though it's a Ronnie's bed, it doesn't have any taste. Neither the fragrance nor the odor is absent. It's peculiar.

"Bedside table?" Catherine looked up at the bedside table and looked moved. "This guy said he doesn't have a girlfriend until now......"

With a wicked laugh, he reached out and pulled the bedside table open.

There was no imaginary set, and there was only a very white business card in the empty drawer. A business card with no information other than the name and contact information.

"What is this?" Catherine curiously picked up her business card.

"Maria. Hill ......"

……

On the other side, Ronny walked to the door of the muscular buddy with a plate and glanced at the door number.

The Rogers Family.

"The master's surname is Rogers." Ronnie thought silently and knocked on the door.

"Who?" After a while, a calm and heavy male voice came out of the voice box.

"Hello Mr. Rogers, I'm Scarrob, who lives next door. When I saw someone moving over, I came to hang out. Ronnie said with a smile as he looked at the camera.

"How do you know my last name is Rogers?" The wary words made the corners of Ronnie's mouth twitch. Did this man live in the last century? I don't know if it's common sense that the door number at the door is now printed with a surname?

"It's written on your door number." Ronny said patiently.

There was a silence on the ...... side.

Click.

The door opened, revealing Rogers' handsome and resolute face and ...... That scary muscle.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know the last name was written on the door number." Rogers said with an apologetic smile. He thought it was ...... just now

"It's okay." Ronnie smiled and shook his head.

"He's dangerous!" Venom's voice suddenly rang out.

Ronnie frowned slightly, looking at Rogers. It's scary to look at the muscles so strong, but it's not dangerous.

"He's more dangerous than the woman he'd met before. Be careful. Venom said again.

than that Mary. Is Hill still dangerous......

"You are?" Rogers asked.

"Oh, I'm Skarob, who lives next door, and I'm here to bring you breakfast and meet your new neighbor." Ronnie came back to his senses and handed over the churros he was holding.

"It's fried dough sticks, a Chinese specialty delicacy for breakfast."

"Thank you." Rogers smiled and took the plate of churros, "Come in and sit." With that, he stepped out of the way.

"Excuse me." Ronnie nodded and walked inside. But a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

When Americans see Chinese food, they often react with some expressions of surprise and excitement. After all, for Americans, orthodox Chinese food is still very, very rare.

Unable to figure it out, Ronnie can only attribute it to Rogers' frequent eating of genuine Chinese food.

"What is this stick-like thing, it looks like bread. Fritters? It seems to be fried in oil. Is the food so weird now? Rogers behind Ronny was also in doubt. Looking at the yellow, orange and orange fritters on the plate, I hesitated to eat or not.

He didn't have breakfast......

Ronnie sat on the couch that wasn't yet set, and Rogers came over with a plate.

"That Mr. Rogers, the fritters need to be hot to be delicious, can you taste them first?" Ronnie spoke. Rogers looked like he was going to put it aside for a while before eating. This is not good, my Great China fritters should be eaten while they are hot!

"Huh? Oh. All right. Rogers picked up a fritter, looked it up and down, and opened his mouth to bite it.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up.

"This fritter tastes pretty good!" Rogers said in surprise.

The doubts in Ronnie's heart intensified. Haven't eaten fritters? This guy is a little weird.

Rogers was also hungry, and the three fritters that Ronny had taken were quickly eaten by him. Looking at his physique, I can also believe how much food this guy needs to maintain energy expenditure.

"I'm sorry, the fritters are so delicious." After eating, Rogers realized that there was still a guest at home, and said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter. Mister Rogers' love for it is the greatest affirmation of me as a chef. Ronnie said with a smile and shook his head.

"Scalob, did you do it yourself?" Rogers said in surprise.

"Of course! If it is fake, it will be replaced. Ronnie smiled and nodded.

"That's amazing! It's the first time I've eaten such delicious food! Rogers said in amazement.

It seems that it really feels very delicious, and the demeanor and movements do not seem to be fake at all. This look made the doubts in Ronnie's heart almost condense into substance.

This person, so strange.

"By the way, I don't know Mister Rogers' name yet."

"My name is Ronnie. Scalob. Ronnie smiled and stood up, holding out his right hand to Rogers.

Rogers quickly wiped his oily right hand with a tissue and shook Ronnie.

"Hello, I'm Steve."

"Steve. Rogers! ”