Morning Star

Chapter 163 She swore she had no ill intentions

After a long time, the dough for Chujiu was finally ready. Following Mo Xinglan's instructions, I put it aside and waited for it to ferment. Then I made the filling.

Mo Xinglan taught her with rare patience while preparing the fillings he had made.

After a while, Chujiu finally prepared his filling, and the dough that had been left out was also ready.

The kitchen space is not very large, only enough for a few people to stand and knead the dough and mix the fillings. More space is needed to make mooncakes.

So Chujiu had to bring his own food and took Mo Xinglan to find another open place. He set up a table, put the ingredients, molds and utensils on it, and began to make mooncakes under Mo Xinglan's guidance.

"Wow! Those are the mooncakes I made!" Chujiu held up the mooncake in his hand and exclaimed in admiration as if it were a treasure.

Then she held the mooncake in both hands and brought it to Mo Xinglan, looking at him expectantly: "Hey, how is it?"

"Not bad, you have a talent for making mooncakes." Mo Xinglan supported his head with one hand, glanced at the mooncake in her hand, and smiled slightly.

She thought he would give her a look of disgust and say something disdainful, but she didn't expect him to do that.

Chujiu slowly put down the mooncake in his hands and looked at Mo Xinglan as if he was meeting him for the first time. He asked tentatively, "Are you... okay?"

"?" Mo Xinglan tilted his head in confusion.

"I thought you would say that you have the nerve to show off the mooncakes that are made like this." Seeing his doubts, Chujiu hesitated and said what he was thinking.

Mo Xinglan was slightly stunned after hearing this, and smiled helplessly: "So this is how you think of me."

Then, as if feeling somewhat unwilling, he added: "You don't remember the good things I did to you, but you remember clearly the bad things I did to you."

Chujiu never thought of this. After a moment of hesitation, he curled his fingers and put them on his chin to think for a long time, looking at him in great confusion: "Why can't I remember when you were nice to me?"

It's human nature to remember bad things rather than good things, after all, it's usually the bad things that make people most impressed.

The young man, who was supporting his head, raised his hand unhappily and was about to hit Chujiu's little head.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Chujiu raised his two flour-covered hands to cover his head which was about to be hit. He lowered his head and shrank back.

However, after waiting for a long time, there was no feeling of being hit on the head. He raised his eyes cautiously and looked at the boy in front of him.

He just forced a smile and looked at himself.

The hand that was only a few centimeters away from her head slowly covered her face.

"It doesn't matter." As long as you don't forget him and don't leave him, it's fine.

Feeling a slight chill coming from the hand covering the left side of his face, he immediately regained consciousness.

She gently covered the back of his hand with her left hand: "Why are your hands so cold? Are you cold?"

After she asked this, I felt a little uneasy and subconsciously wanted to take back my hand.

The little hand on the back of his hand seemed to know that he would withdraw his hand, and it held his hand tightly. One hand was not enough, so another hand came up to hold it.

Two white and tender little hands easily wrapped his hand in their palms. The warmth from those little hands slowly spread to his heart through his right hand. It seemed that all the unhappiness was melted by this warm current at this moment.

It was so strange, this warmth was obviously not as strong as a raging fire, but he felt that it could melt the coldest and hardest ice in the world.

I really hope it can continue like this...

"Mo Xinglan, you are really good. You dare to wear so little in this autumn and with injuries on your body." Chujiu felt the clothes on his body, "Are you going to become an immortal?"

The four seasons in this world change distinctly, and because of the rich spiritual energy in the sky above Piaomiao Domain, its overall temperature is several degrees lower than that outside.

It is now the middle of autumn in Hualing Continent. The temperature in the atmosphere is generally around ten degrees, while in Piaomiao Domain it is only around ten degrees, which is naturally colder.

Even Chujiu, who only wore one piece of clothing in autumn, put on two thicker clothes. But he only wore two clothes that were only suitable for summer.

This reminded her of the time when she asked him where all the clothes he had worn went. How did he answer? He said he destroyed them. Yes, destroyed, not thrown away. Destroyed means that there is no trace left.

He was stunned for a long while and avoided her patrolling gaze.

Chujiu hesitated for a long time and finally looked at him cautiously and said, "You... don't... have no clothes to wear?"

She swore that she had absolutely no ill will, but was full of concern. After all, he was such a spendthrift.

It took Mo Xinglan a while to come back to his senses from her words. He immediately pulled his hand back unhappily and said through gritted teeth, "Do I look poor?"

Chujiu loosened her hands from his and looked at the fabric of his clothes.

It's not easy to tell at first glance, but if you look closely, you can see that it's made of high-quality fabric. It's luxurious but not high-profile, which suits his temperament very well.

Seeing that he was unhappy, she quickly waved her hands and smiled guiltily: "No, no, no, that's not what I meant."

How could he be poor as he is an alchemist?

“……” He stared at her coldly without saying anything.

Chujiu felt guilty when he looked at her, and subconsciously moved back. She glanced at him cautiously with her big watery eyes, and muttered, "I, I just saw you change clothes every day. And didn't you say that all the clothes you wore were ruined? This is... I don't mean anything else."

"..." Seeing the glimmer of sympathy in her eyes, Mo Xinglan suddenly had the urge to hit her. He took a deep breath and exhaled to calm down a little.

Then he looked at her and gave her a meaningful smile: "I have a lot of clothes."

He didn't destroy the clothes he had recently changed out of, but just piled them there for the time being.

“……”Chujiu stepped back, always feeling that he had bad intentions.

Half an hour later, Chujiu finally finished making his own mooncake.

She looked up at the mooncakes that Mo Xinglan had already made, and then looked at the ones she had made. She felt frustrated at the comparison.

Looking at the soft mooncake in front of me, I suddenly recalled the first and last time I made a cake, and the corners of my mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"What are you thinking about so happily?" Mo Xinglan saw her staring at the mooncake in a daze, smiling from time to time, and asked in confusion.

She came back to her senses and glanced at him, then looked at the mooncakes and said with a half-reminiscent smile: "I remember the day before my tenth birthday, I passed by a cake shop. When I saw the cakes inside, I thought about my birthday tomorrow and wanted to buy one. But I had no money, so I went home and made the cake myself according to the first steps in the recipe."

As she spoke, she supported her head with one hand and drew circles in the flour with the other hand: "At that time, I thought that as long as I followed the steps in the recipe, it would be successful. In the end, flour and eggs were everywhere. The kitchen was a mess and it almost caused a fire. Later, my mother beat me up. At that time, I swore that I would never do these flour things again. I didn't expect that I can still use flour to make moon cakes now."