Morning Star

Chapter 310 It's... the taste of mom

Chujiu's memory was vague and it felt like a dream, so he believed him.

I raised my head and started thinking again. But as I thought about it, I felt a slight headache again. What was going on? I rubbed my head with my hand.

After struggling for a while, he joked, "Did you hit my head last night? Why does it hurt a little?"

Mo Xinglan was leaning on her shoulder and almost fell asleep, but when she asked this, he thought of what happened last night and felt guilty.

But he didn't dare to admit it, his eyes flickered with guilt: "Maybe I had a very high fever last night and I haven't recovered yet. I will be fine in a while."

If he admitted it, she would be afraid of him again.

Chujiu was a little skeptical. It wasn't that she didn't believe it, but she had had a fever before, and she didn't have a headache afterwards.

He repeated doubtfully, "Fever sequelae? Really?"

His eyes flashed again, and he looked up at her pitifully: "You don't believe me?"

The corners of Chujiu's mouth twitched, and she became more certain that it was he who hit her on the head.

But she couldn't figure out how she had offended him, and why he wanted to hit her on the head.

Oh, never mind. I'd better be more careful next time.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly: "I believe it."

I don't trust you. You must be the one hitting me on the head.

Chujiu said, pointing to the food on the table behind him: "If you don't eat now, it will get cold."

Mo Xinglan looked in the direction of her finger.

He stood up and took out a set of clothes from the closet.

Come to the bed and dress her.

She cooperated physically, but felt even more strange in her mind.

Looking at the boy who patiently dressed for her, she opened her lips and hesitated for a while, then tentatively called out: "Xingxing?"

"Ok?"

He pinched the two ends of the soft belt and tied a bow around her waist.

"Did something happen?" Otherwise, she couldn't think of anything that could make him so strange.

Mo Xinglan picked up the coat beside him and put it on her, saying lightly, "What happened?"

She frowned, and he didn't look like he was lying.

"So...what happened to you?"

"What can I do?"

Slender white fingers straightened her collar.

After putting on her clothes, she took a comb from the dressing table.

Chujiu was about to turn around and face him when she saw this, but he stopped her by holding her shoulders.

"That's it, don't move."

She didn't move and sat cross-legged facing him.

"But you look weird today."

The hand holding the comb around the back of her head paused for a moment, then continued to comb her hair as if nothing had happened.

"Why do you say that?"

"It's just..." She organized her words in her mind based on his abnormal behavior today, "It's just that you hugged me when I woke up today, and you were so patient in dressing me. You never did that before. It's just very strange."

Mo Xinglan's butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was silent for a moment: "I am your future husband, and I should have done all this a long time ago. I was negligent before, I'm sorry."

The first half of his sentence seemed to make sense, but why did he suddenly apologize to her?

She opened her mouth but couldn't come up with a question for a long time. After struggling for a long time, she finally got a clue: "Then, then what's the matter with you imitating the cat's meow?"

The result was a chuckle from him: "Didn't you ask me to learn it?"

"You learn just because I ask you to?" He would never have agreed to that before.

He combed her hair for such a long time but still didn't put it up for her, so her long dark brown hair was still scattered on her back.

He ruffled her hair, his eyes soft, "I said I can do anything you ask me to do. Now that I've said that, how can I break my promise?"

The premise is that she doesn't leave him.

Chujiu was speechless after hearing this, staring at him with puzzled and confused eyes, as if he wanted to stare a hole in him.

Mo Xinglan remained calm, pulling her to sit on the edge of the bed with one hand, and was about to squat down to put on her shoes.

Chujiu saw this and hurriedly stopped him: "No, I'll put it on myself. Just stand still."

She was afraid that if he squatted down, he would tear the wound and be unable to get up.

"..."Mo Xinglan really stood still obediently.

She put on her shoes, stood up, and helped him to sit down at the table.

There were three dishes and one soup on the table. They were braised pork ribs, pickled fish, boiled pork slices, and egg drop soup. There was also a small wooden barrel filled with rice next to it.

Food gets cold easily in winter, so it is well kept warm, making it the perfect time to eat it.

Chujiu held the chopsticks in his right hand, looking at the dishes in front of him, his eyes shining and a look of relief on his face.

"Wow, has the chef come to his senses today?"

I took a piece of braised pork ribs and put it in my mouth. I felt like I was flying into the sky, full of happiness: "Mm, it's delicious. This is not just a new chef, it's like he has changed."

Mo Xinglan pursed her lips and chuckled, then served her a bowl of rice and placed it in front of her.

He supported his head with one hand and looked at her gently.

On the ninth day of the lunar year, I ate several pieces of it and after receiving a lot of praise, I felt something was wrong.

These are her favorite foods.

"Did you do all this?"

Otherwise she couldn't imagine how it would suit her taste so well.

He smiled and didn't answer, but signaled with his eyes: "It won't taste good if it gets cold."

After hearing what he said, she was sure.

Looking at the dishes in front of me, thinking about how he endured the pain and cooked for me in the kitchen, my heart warmed and my eyes started to feel sour.

I looked at him with a pursed mouth and found that there was no bowl or chopsticks in front of him. It seemed that he was not going to eat.

He suppressed his choked voice and was about to ask a question, but then he remembered that these dishes were spicy and he was too seriously injured to eat them.

My heart ached even more, and the tears rolled around in my eyes before finally sliding out. I turned my head back and ate my rice and vegetables with tears in my eyes.

Looking at the girl with tears streaming down her face, Mo Xinglan was stunned for a moment and said nothing. The smile on his lips had long disappeared, and his eyebrows and eyes drooped, looking a little dim.

Chujiu stopped crying as she ate. The main reason was that the food was so delicious that she forgot that she was moved to tears just now.

Before long, she had cleared away all the plates on the table, and even finished the rice and egg soup in the small wooden barrel.

She leaned back in the chair, holding her round stomach, and blinked her little mouth a few times as if she was still savoring the meal.

Mo Xinglan asked someone to take the bowl away and looked at her: "Is it delicious?"

In fact, he already knew the answer without asking, but he just liked to hear her praise.

"Well, it's delicious. It's the best thing I've ever had here." She smiled with satisfaction.

Although Mo Xinglan was happy about it, he suddenly thought of something and asked anxiously, "Then...how does it compare to what your mother did?"

He regretted the moment he asked, but his eyes were fixed on her expectantly.

She stared at the ceiling for a long time and hesitated: "How should I put it... In terms of taste, your dishes are definitely better."

Mo Xinglan did not feel happy after hearing this, because he knew that she had more to say.

Sure enough, she thought for a moment, as if she was choosing her words, and said, "As for what my mother made, well... it's... my mother's taste, yes, that's right."