Morning Star

Chapter 162 When I was a child...My mother taught me

"Okay, okay!" Chujiu was also happy.

Chu Furong nodded: "Okay, then after dinner Yashan and I will go buy materials. Third sister will stay to take care of Xinglan."

"Okay." Chujiu nodded.

At this time, Zhuohua raised his hand and asked, "What about me?"

"You?" Chu Furong and Chu Jiu asked in unison.

They looked into each other's eyes, and although they didn't say anything, they seemed to understand what the other was thinking.

Chujiu: Second sister, you are his master, why don’t you take him with you?

Chu Furong: He still calls you sister, why don’t you take him with you?

"..."

It’s not that they don’t want to take Zhuohua out to play, but this wasteful thing of Zhuohua consumes too many spirit stones, and they are poor now.

The two looked at Zhuohua again, intending to listen to his own opinion.

"Who do you want to go with, me or her?" Chu Furong and Chu Jiu said in unison again.

This question is like a parent asking their child who they like more.

"Ah?" Zhuohua was confused.

Mo Xinglan looked at the bowl of rice in front of him, his eyes narrowed with a cold light.

Gao Yashan looked back and forth at Chu Furong, Chu Jiu and Zhuo Hua with curiosity.

"I..." Zhuo Hua looked at Chu Furong and Chu Jiu hesitantly, and finally fixed his sight on Mo Xinglan. Then he spoke timidly, "I, I want to follow Brother Xinglan."

Ever since he called Chujiu "sister", he has been calling Mo Xinglan that way. At first, Mo Xinglan would throw a ball of spiritual energy at her with a cold face, but it couldn't change anything. In the end, she knew it was useless and had to give up. Of course, Chujiu also contributed to this.

Mo Xinglan's long eyelashes trembled slightly and she glanced at him with cold eyes.

Chujiu and Chu Furong looked at him for a long time in silence.

Gao Yashan's face was full of confusion.

The old shopkeeper glanced at him and went on eating.

After a moment, Chujiu spread his hands and said, "Then ask your brother Xinglan if he agrees that you can stay with him."

During this period of time, she found that Zhuohua always liked to stay with the black-hearted evildoer. Zhuohua usually went out with Chu Furong, had meals, and looked for brother Xinglan.

However, the black-hearted demon had been at the inn these days, so it was easy to find him. But every time he was ruthlessly driven away by the black-hearted demon.

I don't know why he still likes to stay by his side even though he has been driven away by the black-hearted monster so many times. Is this love?

Thinking of this, she raised a gossipy smile. The look in her eyes when she looked at Zhuohua and Mo Xinglan was not right.

On the other side, after hearing what Chujiu said, Zhuohua looked at Mo Xinglan eagerly: "Xing..."

"Shut up."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Mo Xinglan coldly blocked his words.

When Chujiu saw this, she covered her lips and smiled secretly, but soon received Zhuohua's pitiful look, and then she coughed lightly to pretend to be calm.

He laughed dryly and said, "Well, Zhuohua, you know that your brother Xinglan has been injured recently and is not easily angered. Um... you should... stay away from him."

She looked at Zhuohua and then at Mo Xinglan, who had a dark face. She didn't know why she felt very nervous. She stuttered: "Um... Zhuohua... some things, it, it can't be rushed, you, don't be anxious..."

Zhuohua nodded as if he understood: "Then what should I do?"

"You..." Chu Jiu looked at Chu Furong hesitantly.

Chu Furong received the look and sighed: "Come with me."

"Okay." Zhuohua's eyes lit up and he answered quickly, just as if Chu Furong would change her mind if he answered slowly.

After everything was arranged, the old shopkeeper stood up and said slowly and cheerfully, "Oh, it looks like we're in for a treat tonight. The kitchen is yours, make mooncakes and stuff, and an old man like me won't cause any more trouble for you little kids. Hahahaha..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lay down on the recliner next to the counter where he often lay, and started snoring the next second.

"..."

"..."

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the few people he called little kids looked at him speechlessly.

This is the first time I've seen such a shameless old man...

He used to clear the dishes on the table after meals, but now he doesn’t even do that.

If you don’t know, you might think they are the waiters of the inn.

However, the old shopkeeper has not charged them for meals recently, and even the accommodation fee has been reduced a lot.

The old man must be too lonely in this Misty Land, and it is rare for him to meet a group of children like them who are always playing and fighting.

……

In the morning, Chu Furong, Gao Yashan and Zhuohua went to the street to buy some utensils and materials needed to make mooncakes.

It was already lunch time when I bought it.

After lunch, several people stayed in the kitchen to make mooncakes together.

Under Mo Xinglan's patient instruction, Chujiu was rolling up his sleeves and kneading the dough with his tender white hands.

"How come you are so good? You can even make mooncakes." She looked at the white dough in the bowl that she had kneaded flat.

Mo Xinglan placed the kneaded dough in a bowl, sealed it, and set it aside to ferment.

Hearing her say this, he paused and said, "When I was a child...my mother taught me."

Chujiu stopped kneading the dough and turned his head to look at him.

This was the first time I heard him mention his mother. Although I had seen some of his childhood in his dreams, I still knew very little about his mother.

I always felt that his mother was a very mysterious person, sometimes good and sometimes bad. As for the fact that his mother was the Demon Lord, I only learned about it from Tian Yi before.

I don’t know if he knew who his mother was before that.

His mother must have known that she would leave him, which is why she taught him so many things.

But how could a great demon king end up like this? I'm afraid it was all for his own children.

Noticing that the girl next to him was staring at him, he turned his head and saw that she had a gloomy look on her face.

I raised my hand and waved it in front of her eyes, but she didn't react at all, not even blinking. If you didn't know, you would think she was being frozen by someone.

He frowned slightly and tapped her forehead.

"Ah!" She came back to her senses, covering her forehead with both hands, and looked at him with a twisted face, "Why did you hit me?"

How had she offended him?

He did not answer but asked: "I want to ask you, what are you thinking about? It's like eating bitter melon."

"No, nothing." She immediately avoided his eyes and turned back to continue kneading the dough.

"..."

Mo Xinglan looked at the fair face of the girl beside him, his dark eyes, as if soaked in water, filled with doubt.

Chu Furong, who was standing on the other side of Chujiu, held the bowl with half of the stuffing in her left hand and started stirring with chopsticks in her right hand.

After mixing the filling evenly, I picked up a little with my fingers and put it in my mouth to taste it, and found that there was a little less sugar.

After looking around the table, I finally found it on the other side of the ninth day.

He gently touched Chujiu's arm with the back of his hand.

Chujiu looked sideways at her in confusion.

"Sugar, bring it to me."

"Oh, okay, here you go."

Chujiu picked up the sugar jar beside him and handed it to Chu Furong.