The only people currently living in this villa are Qing Muchen and Mo Xier, and even the servants are not qualified to come.
There was nothing in the refrigerator, and Mo Xier knew this very well, so he went down the mountain to buy things so late last night.
Where did it come from early
Turning her eyes to Qing Muchen, she asked tentatively, "Did you do it?"
Qing Muchen turned his back to her and glanced up and down her body for several seconds. He raised his eyebrows and said, "I think too much."
"I think so too." Mo Xier didn't mean anything about his answer, and even followed his words, "I knew, how could someone like you make such high-level dim sum?"
What she actually wanted to say was how could someone like him, who only knew how to eat and criticize other people's inadequacies, enter the kitchen.
However, thinking of him last night, she spoke a little softer.
Qing Muchen's face, which was quite good-looking before entering the house, froze slightly, and his eyes looking at her reflected a cold light.
As if Mo Xi'er didn't see his eyes, she walked to the balcony with the tray and sat down, then started eating with the snacks.
As soon as I took a sip, I felt like I was choked on something, and the expression on my face dropped.
The breakfasts Qing Muchen brought were all beautifully cooked, but they didn't taste good.
There is not enough sweetness, not enough butter, and the taste is bland, not like what the Mo family servants can make.
Mo Xier is very familiar with her servants. She basically only needs to taste the food made by which servant to know the taste.
The snacks Qing Muchen brought did not taste like any servant of the Mo family, nor were they made by Mo's mother.
Mo Xi'er took small bites of snacks and turned her head to look at Qing Muchen behind her.
Qing Muchen was staring at the furnishings in the room idly.
His eyes swept across the room inch by inch, and if he didn't like anything his eyes touched, he walked over, picked up the things, and Qing Muchen threw them all into the trash can.
The photos in Mo Xi'er's room with Mo Ye when he was a child, the family photos of Mo Ye and Mo's family, the dolls and cards written about Mo Ye's gifts, anything related to Mo Ye, were all thrown away by him.
"What are you doing?" Mo Xier was a little annoyed by his behavior. He stood up and walked over a few steps to pick up things from the trash can. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he was pulled back by Qing Muchen. .
"It's nothing, I just simply don't like it." He didn't explain too much about his behavior. He glanced at the room that seemed much empty after he had tidied it up. He suddenly said, "I'll take advantage of these few days." In Sicily, I took some free time to take some wedding photos.”
Regardless of whether she agreed or not, she walked around the room with her slender legs and walked to the balcony. Her eyes were fixed on several large pots of pansies hanging on the guardrail. She was thinking about what Mo Xier said last night. In Mo Xi'er's stunned eyes, Qing Muchen suddenly made an action that surprised her.
With his fingertips, he pinched off the blooming flowers one by one. Seeing the petals of various colors scattered on the ground, Qing Muchen was not satisfied yet. He grabbed the flower stems with his big hands. He directly pulled out all the pansies and threw them in. Garden downstairs.
"Natural fertilizer, no need to thank me!"
Not feeling the slightest bit ashamed of his behavior, he patted the dust on his hands, leaving a mess on the ground, and walked past her into the house openly.