Mo Xi'er stared at him in trance for a while, probably realizing that her gaze might make people think too much, so she retracted it uncomfortably, calmed down, and said hello to him first, "You're back!"
"Yes." Qing Muchen responded to her lightly, and walked towards her step by step with his long legs.
He stood opposite her, pulled out a chair, sat down, and looked at the food on the table.
"Waiting for me?"
"It's just that I don't have much appetite today." Mo Xier twitched the corner of his mouth and answered calmly.
"Really?" Qing Muchen didn't refute her words, he just said something lightly.
"Yes, when I was preparing lunch, I tasted a little of everything. As I tasted, I felt full before I knew it." Mo Xier raised her face and added as if she was afraid that he would misunderstand.
She spoke a little quickly, as if she was afraid that he would think too much.
As he spoke, he kept staring at him secretly.
Qing Muchen's face froze because of her first sentence, but when he heard her last sentence, he slowly relaxed.
"What did I say?" His thin lips curled into an invisible arc, and his words contained a hint of teasing, "Miss Mo, there is no need to rush to explain."
Mo Xier looked embarrassed.
“…”
"Are these prepared for you alone?" Qing Muchen glanced at the plates on the table one by one and asked slowly.
Mo Xi'er was afraid that her portrayal would become darker and darker, so she simply refused to deny it this time.
"No, eating for two people at home is naturally prepared for two people. One of them can do it, and two of them can do it too. Let's go by the way."
"Is that prepared for me?" Qing Muchen asked in a different way.
Mo Xier was speechless by his question.
What she just said doesn't seem to be the same as what he meant, right
"No, I mean..." She was a little embarrassed and eager to explain again.
However, when the words reached his lips, he held back.
Forget it, let’s just misunderstand.
How big does it matter if he thinks so
As long as he is happy.
"Let's eat!" Without worrying about this issue, Mo Xi'er picked up his own tableware and started eating.
By now, she was actually hungry.
When dining, I didn't care about image issues. I held a knife in one hand and a fork in the other and started to eat happily.
Qing Muchen, who was sitting opposite, glanced at her secretly.
Seeing her eating with gusto, the corners of his lips raised a little higher.
You've eaten like this, you have no appetite
Qing Muchen actually didn't have much appetite today.
He had not planned to go back to the villa for dinner. When he was in the office, Qing Qingchen had already sent his lunch to him.
However, thinking that she was still here and wondering how she could solve it alone at noon, he hesitated and finally came over.
He had breakfast late, and when he came over, he really had no appetite.
However, looking at Mo Xi'er like this, his dull appetite suddenly felt better as if various seasonings had been added to it.
These things were specially made by her for him.
Prepared for him by a woman he nominally calls his wife!
Inexplicably, Qing Muchen felt a little proud.
She waited for him in her home and made soup for him!
The corners of Qing Muchen's lips slowly raised, and he cut a small piece of her fried fish steak in a great mood.
"The dishes are already cold." He said calmly as soon as he took the food into his mouth.
His tone was not a rant, but rather a pleasant one.