He seemed surprised by this discovery, and his tone was a bit long.
"Yes, isn't this what it should be?" Mo Xi'er calmed down and followed his words.
Her answer seemed to make Qing Muchen stunned again.
"Oh?" It's a single word with a long and lazy ending.
"Yes, I care!" Mo Xi'er gave him a very positive reply.
She does care.
His condition will directly affect her and his married life!
Not only does she care, she is always paying attention!
Although Mo Xi'er was not vicious enough to hope that his condition would continue to deteriorate, she really didn't want him to return to his iron-clad demeanor so quickly.
Qing Muchen sat down on the sofa next to her, his legs were relaxed and stretched out, and he looked sideways at her, "Show me!"
Mo Xi'er was a very smart woman, and she immediately understood what he meant with just one look from him.
"You just ate very little. Let me help you make some soup to warm your stomach." She turned around and walked out of the room, heading straight downstairs.
She is not good at cooking. Qing Muchen learned this before she got married.
After she left, she stayed in the kitchen for a long time, and she couldn't even come out at night.
In fact, Mo Xier simply didn't want to face Qing Muchen alone.
Instead of being with him, she would rather be in the kitchen studying making soup.
She was really not good at this. She tried adding Chinese medicine several times but got the wrong amount and type.
The chef next to her couldn't stand it and interrupted her several times, "Young madam, how about I help you! The young master should be very happy to know that you have been in the kitchen. The young madam has such a heart, and the young master is watching. It’s the same thing I helped you get through.”
He obviously misunderstood Mo Xier's intentions.
He regarded Mo Xi'er's stay in the kitchen as trying his best to please Qing Muchen.
"No, I can just do it myself!" Mo Xi'er ignored him and replied directly, turning his head and continuing to make the soup.
Fortunately, there are several kitchens in the Qing family. During dinner, because she occupied the kitchen, the chefs changed their places to prepare.
Mo Xier stayed up alone in the kitchen until past nine o'clock. When he finished making soup and walked out, Qing Muchen was still at home.
He seemed to have come specially to the living room to wait for her.
Qing Qingchen was also there. When he saw Mo Xi'er coming out with steaming medicinal soup, he exclaimed jokingly, "Sister-in-law is really thoughtful! This bowl of soup is full of love!"
Mo Xi'er choked at his words, and the hand holding the tray shook, almost all the soup inside shook out.
Qing Muchen crossed his arms across his chest and leaned lazily on the sofa, raising his eyebrows and squinting at her, seemingly very idle.
He was staring at her calmly, his eyes were very deep, as deep as an endless pool, always unpredictable.
Mo Xier walked towards him calmly, sat down next to him, and handed him the soup bowl, "Okay! Have a taste!"
Qing Muchen just stared at her and didn't take it.
"Feed me!" Even though Qing Qingchen was still present, his words were extremely disgusting.
Qing Qingchen felt deeply that he had been abused.
"That's enough for you two! At least consider how you feel as a single!" Qing Qingchen was a little speechless at Qing Muchen, rolled his eyes at him, stood up and walked away in a sensible way.
Mo Xier held the tray stiffly and stood motionless without responding.
"Is this what Miss Mo calls concern?" Qing Muchen shrugged his shoulders and mocked lightly.