Morning Star

Chapter 425: Calligraphy Practice

Mo Xinglan raised his eyes and chuckled, rubbed her head, and said nothing.

It was his job to take care of it, but unfortunately he was not in good health and could not do it personally.

Chujiu seemed to have thought of this, grinning and bringing the bench closer to him. She reached out and put her arms around his waist, resting her head on his abdomen.

"I was just saying it casually, and Xiao Xiao and I had already agreed before that we would organize each other's weddings."

She looked up at him and said, "When she gets married, I will have to organize her wedding."

After hearing her words, Mo Xinglan raised the corners of his lips slightly and gently stroked her head.

"it is good."

She chuckled, put her small nose close to his and took a deep breath, then looked up at him: "The stars smell so good."

"..."

He just smiled and said nothing, feeling a little helpless.

The wedding date has been set. Although all matters concerning the wedding scene have been handed over to Xiao Xiao, there are still some other matters that need to be prepared by Mo Xinglan himself.

For example, the betrothal gift.

Of course, the Chu family also has to prepare a dowry for Chujiu.

But Chujiu felt that betrothal gifts and dowry were not that important. What was important was...

She wants to learn how to make candied haws.

Because stars like to eat.

Well, this is important.

So, she privately asked Fang Hao to find someone who made the most delicious candied haws to come to Xuanyu Courtyard, and never let Mo Xinglan know.

If possible, she felt that since she wanted to learn something, she should go there in person to learn, instead of inviting someone to come. But there was no other way, she had to take care of Xingxing, and she didn't dare to leave for too long.

After hearing Chujiu's instructions, Fang Hao sent people to look for him.

An old man who looked very old came, with white hair and beard, and even his eyesight seemed a little bad. There was also a young man who looked honest and simple to help him.

According to the young man, he is the great-grandson of the old man. His family has been in the candied haws business for generations, and the candied haws made by the old man are the most delicious.

Although Chujiu respected his elders after hearing this, is it really okay for this old man who looks so old?

She looked up at Fang Hao.

But Fang Hao gave her a very confident look, as if to say, no problem, absolutely no problem.

The ninth day of the lunar month: "..."

Okay, let's try it first.

Afterwards, I took the old man and his great-grandson to a small kitchen and prepared some things according to what the old man said.

In fact, everything has been prepared by the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, so all you have to do is get started.

But in the process of learning, Chujiu found that the old lady's ears didn't seem to work well. She had to shout loudly when she spoke.

She wanted to send a message, but it turned out that the old man was just an ordinary person.

Learning how to make candied haws is really a chore for your throat.

Although the old man is old, he is very patient when teaching how to make candied haws.

Chujiu also studied very hard.

It's really tiring for your throat.

Fortunately, the method of making candied haws is not difficult. The difficult part is the step of boiling the sugar. This step is also one of the important factors that affect whether the candied haws taste good or not.

Finally, I spent an entire afternoon on it and learned it when my throat was almost broken.

After thanking the old man and the young man properly, he asked Fang Hao to give them a generous reward.

After a while, Chujiu walked back to the bedroom with two strings of candied haws.

He opened the door and put the handle behind his back, then leaned over to see if Mo Xinglan had woken up, only to be met with a pair of beautiful blood-red eyes.

She laughed dryly and walked to the bed.

Mo Xinglan saw her with her hands behind her back, raised the corner of his lips and asked, "What are you holding?"

When he woke up, he didn't see her. He was wondering where she had gone. Just as he was about to get up and go find her, he saw her head sticking out of the door. She walked over mysteriously with her hands behind her back.

What are you doing again?

Chujiu smiled mysteriously and said, "Guess the stars."

Her voice was a little hoarse, which was caused by her shouting while learning how to make candied haws.

Mo Xinglan frowned when he heard her voice: "Why is your voice hoarse? Are you feeling unwell?"

As he said this, he was about to reach out to feel her pulse.

Chujiu dodged: "No, I'll tell you later, guess the stars first."

She also started to act coquettishly.

Mo Xinglan felt relieved when he saw that she still had the energy to act coquettishly, and that she looked rosy and did not seem to be unwell.

He looked her up and down in silence, then waited for a while. He raised his eyes and asked, "Sugar?"

She smells like sugar.

Chujiu was surprised. He took out his hands from behind his back, holding a string of candied haws in each hand, and said proudly, "I guessed half right."

Looking at the candied haws held in front of her, Mo Xinglan was stunned for a long time before coming to her senses. It turned out that she still remembered it.

He took a string and looked at it, raising his eyes: "Did you do this?"

"Why does Xingxing think I did it?" She once again wondered if he had the ability to read minds.

Or is it so obvious that you can guess it at a glance?

He smiled and said, "You smell like sugar, it's not hard to guess."

Chujiu suddenly realized. She said, I should have changed my clothes first.

She looked at his nose and asked without thinking, "Are the stars a dog's nose? Why are they so sensitive?"

She regretted it as soon as she said it and quickly covered her mouth with one hand.

As expected, a certain Demon Lord was angry.

Mo Xinglan's face darkened instantly. He clenched the candied haws in his hand tightly, glared at her with gritted teeth, and said word by word: "Say it again."

Chujiu shuddered, the hairs on his back stood up, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground with a thud: "Xingxing, I was wrong, really wrong. Please forgive me, Xingxing, Xingxing."

As she spoke, she had already placed one hand on his leg, shaking it gently and starting to act coquettishly again.

Mo Xinglan was surprised that she knelt so quickly, but when he saw how cute she was acting coquettishly, his anger was extinguished.

He sighed, "Get up."

Chujiu stood up with a smile.

Mo Xinglan: “…”

Sly little bunny.

Suddenly he thought of something and asked, "Didn't you say before that you only give red envelopes to the elders who passed away first, and kneel down to the elders when you receive red envelopes during the New Year?"

Why are you still kneeling in front of him?

Chujiu thought for a moment and grinned: "I was kneeling just now, but I didn't bow. And I was just impressed by Xingxing's domineering aura."

Mo Xinglan: “…”

He flatters in every way.

At this time, he looked at the candied haws in his hand and said, "Is it time to talk now?"

"Huh? Oh."

She came to her senses and told him about her experience of learning how to make candied haws, and of course she did not forget to mention how bad the old man's hearing was.

"Hey, the candied haws that Xingxing is holding was made by me, and this one was made by that old man. Xingxing, do you want to try this?" She held the candied haws in her hand in front of him.

He looked at it and raised the corner of his lips: "I only eat what Jiuer cooks."

The ninth day of the lunar month: "..."

Mo Xinglan glanced at her and brought the candied haws to his lips. He stuck out his soft pink tongue and licked the first one with the tip of his tongue.

Then, the blood-red eyes staring at the candied haws brightened up. Suddenly, it seemed as if the pupils had grown bigger.

Chujiu was stunned and her little face gradually turned red.

The stars are seducing people unintentionally.

Why did Xingxing's appearance remind her of a short video she had seen before of a cat eating ice cream?

Hey.

Seeing him showing that expression again after taking a bite, she felt very proud and asked knowingly, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

"Yeah, delicious." He replied immediately with a smile.

After answering, he felt something was wrong and added: "It tastes better than the one Jiuer bought before."

Chujiu was in a good mood when he heard this. He raised his head, chest and neck, and said proudly: "That's right, don't you see who did it?"

Mo Xinglan just smiled and continued eating the candied haws without saying a word.

What he said is true.

After that, every day of the ninth day of the lunar year, they would make two strings of candied haws, one for him and one for her.

If Mo Xinglan couldn't eat too much, she wouldn't have made just two skewers.

Mo Xinglan has been writing invitations these days, while Chujiu is helping to grind the ink.

Seeing Mo Xinglan writing again, Chujiu sighed again.

The handwriting of Xingxing is really beautiful. It is a pleasure to just watch him write.

As Mo Xinglan was writing, he realized that she was always looking at her handwriting, and he remembered her terrible handwriting. She said at the time that she had never used a brush when she was on Earth, and no one taught her.

So he stopped writing and looked up at her: "Jiu'er, do you want to learn?"

Chujiu Yanmo paused, looked at him and nodded repeatedly: "I want to."

Afterwards, Mo Xinglan brought a blank piece of paper and taught her step by step.

Chujiu studied very hard. She was always very serious about writing.

After all, my parents often say that you can tell a person’s personality by looking at his or her name.

Her parents also asked her and Chu Xiaoshi to practice calligraphy since they were young.

So her handwriting is really good, she thinks.

Chujiu learned very quickly. After Mo Xinglan taught her a few times, she was able to write by herself.

When she wrote a word and it looked pretty good at first glance, she would happily hold it up in front of him to show off.

Mo Xinglan was shocked at the speed at which her handwriting improved, and then he rubbed her head with a gentle look in his eyes: "Jiu'er is really amazing."

"Hehe." She grinned when she received the compliment.

He lowered his head and continued writing.

Mo Xinglan also continued to write invitations.

It has been like this for the past few days. Mo Xinglan wrote the invitations, and on the ninth day of the first lunar month, he practiced calligraphy and ground ink.

In fact, it is completely possible to let Shi Yuan do the grinding, but Mo Xinglan only wants to stay with Chujiu and doesn't want to have one more person.

A few days later, Mo Xinglan finally finished writing the invitation and gave it to Fang Hao to handle the rest. Chujiu's handwriting became more and more impressive, more or less similar to Mo Xinglan's handwriting, but also with her own style.

She picked up a page full of writing and showed off again: "Haha, I told you, my handwriting is pretty good. Hahaha..."

Mo Xinglan: “…”

A guy who gets carried away.

Later, Fang Hao brought news that Mo Hengsong's family of four had passed away.