Morning Star

I didn't understand how he lit the fire. I looked at the blazing fire, held up his right hand which he used to light the fire, and looked here and there.

Mo Xinglan frowned slightly, his eyes flickered, and he shook her hand away unnaturally: "Aren't you already in the early stage of the Earth Spirit Realm? How come you still can't even make a fire?"

"Um, well, I don't know either." She turned away from his gaze.

How embarrassing! If Chu Congnan were here, he would definitely not want to admit that she was his daughter. And he would definitely say that he didn't know her.

"The ninth day." Mo Xinglan looked at her and called softly.

"Ah?" She came to her senses and looked at him.

"Are you sure you can cook?"

"..." What do you mean? You actually doubted her.

It seemed that she had to show off her skills and make him understand that it was wrong for him to doubt her.

She nodded firmly and assured, "Of course."

After saying that, she let go of his hand and walked to the chopping board, took out a few potatoes and said confidently: "Not only can I cook, I can also stir-fry."

Although the food was not cooked very well, she didn't say anything.

In fact, her favorite thing when she was at home was cooking. Unfortunately, her mom, dad and younger brother didn't let her cook, so she basically never got to show off her cooking skills.

She felt that although her cooking was not very good, it was still edible and would not scare them that much.

So in order to prove that the dishes she cooks are delicious, she wants Mo Xinglan to evaluate them here today.

Mo Xinglan frowned as he looked at Chujiu, who looked like he was going to the battlefield.

I saw her putting a washed potato on the chopping board.

She liked to peel the potatoes before eating them, but there was no peeling knife in this place. She didn't dare to use a kitchen knife, and she didn't have the skills, so she had to leave the skin unpeeled.

He supported the potato with both hands, and after making sure that the potato would not move, he picked up the kitchen knife with both hands.

Test the blade of the kitchen knife in the middle of the potato, and when you are sure it is right, start cutting.

With a "dong" sound, the potato was finally chopped in half. However, the position of the cut was a little different from the position she had just indicated.

Then she put half of the potatoes aside and arranged the other half. After making sure that they were not moving, she raised the kitchen knife in her right hand, placed the blade against the edge of the potato, and pressed down with the back of the knife with her left hand.

Repeat the steps several times, and the potatoes are cut into chunks of uneven thickness. Yes, chunks, not slices.

She was thinking of stir-frying some shredded potatoes, but judging from the shape of the potato, it seemed hopeless to make shredded potatoes, so she could only stir-fry some potato strips.

Mo Xinglan couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and when he saw Chujiu pick up the other half of the potato, he quickly said, "Stop."

"Ah?" Chujiu turned to look at him, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"Let me do it." Mo Xinglan walked to her side and took the kitchen knife from her hand.

If she cuts it this way, not only will the dishes be fully cooked, but also when we can eat is a problem. And with the way she cuts it, I'm afraid we have to start in the morning.

Chujiu looked at the potato cubes she had cut on the chopping board, and thought about her ideal shredded potatoes. They were so different that she suddenly felt embarrassed.

He gave a dry laugh and made room for him.

Watching the knife rising and falling quickly and rhythmically in front of her, she couldn't help shouting "Wow" in her heart. When she looked up at Mo Xinglan, her eyes were full of admiration. But when she noticed his pale face, she was a little worried: "Are you okay standing for so long? Are you dizzy?"

Mo Xinglan, who had just picked up the other half of the potato to cut, paused, glanced at her and continued cutting the vegetables without answering.

Chujiu had become accustomed to his frequent silence and didn't pay much attention to it. He continued to stare at the rising and falling of the knife.

He couldn't help but yell, "Wow, Mo Xinglan, you are so awesome."

"The potato shreds are so fine, they really are shreds."

“This is what my ideal shredded potatoes look like.”

"Oh my god, you are really good at knife skills. You must have cooked for many years to have such good knife skills, right?"

"When can I be as good as you?"

Mo Xinglan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he paused his hand movements, looked at her sideways, and hesitated to speak: "You..."

"Huh? What's wrong with me?" She raised her watery almond eyes and stared at him innocently.

His lips trembled, and he lowered his eyes to look at the shredded potatoes on the chopping board. His eyes flashed and he whispered, "Do you want to learn?"

I regretted it the moment I said it. I'm really sick, why did I ask her this?

After hearing this, Chujiu was stunned for a moment, and the next second his eyes lit up, but he couldn't believe it: "Really? Really? I want to learn, I want to learn."

He started gesticulating while talking and looked around the kitchen, only to find that there was only this one kitchen knife.

Seeing her answer so positively, Mo Xinglan's expression froze, he pursed his lips and lowered his head, holding the potato in his left hand and the kitchen knife in his right hand: "Watch carefully, I will only teach you once."

"Yeah." Chujiu nodded and watched his hand movements obediently.

He moved his left hand and the kitchen knife regularly, one after another, and each slice of potato he cut was of similar thickness.

Mo Xinglan deliberately slowed down so that she could see clearly.

This was the first time in Chujiu’s life that someone taught her how to cut vegetables.

In the past, at home, my parents thought that cutting vegetables was a trivial matter, too simple and there was no need to teach. Besides, my younger brother could cut vegetables well without being taught, so they never taught her.

This was the first time in Mo Xinglan's life that he was so patient in teaching someone, especially since he had lost too much blood and was feeling unwell, so he should not have had much patience.

He didn't even notice it himself.

Mo Xinglan glanced sideways at Chujiu beside him and found that her eyes were staring at the movement of his hands cutting vegetables with sparkling eyes. Somewhere in his heart began to beat fast.

He stopped what he was doing, pulled her over and put the kitchen knife in her hand: "Try it, follow my demonstration just now."

If you only watch without actually doing anything, it will be useless even if you have skills with your eyes but not with your hands.

Chujiu also understood this principle, so he clenched the kitchen knife in his hand, placed the blade on the potato, and carefully supported the potato with his left hand.

"This hand is like this." Mo Xinglan placed his left hand on the back of her left hand and adjusted her gesture.

Chujiu nodded: "Oh."

This time, the two were so close that they could almost smell each other's scent.

Mo Xinglan's long eyelashes trembled as he looked at the girl's head in front of him.

It seemed that he had just realized that she was not even as tall as his shoulders. Her shoulders were so small that they seemed like they could be crushed with just a slight squeeze.

While I was in a daze, I heard the girl's puzzled voice: "Is my action wrong?"

Why do you keep holding her hand?

Mo Xinglan trembled and quickly let go of her hand, taking several steps back.

Looking at Chujiu who was looking at him with a puzzled look on his face, only he himself knew how fast his heart was beating at this moment.

He had already lost blood and his heartbeat suddenly became too fast. His body couldn't handle it and he was shaking.

"Hey hey! Be careful!" Chujiu quickly put down the kitchen knife and ran over to help him. He accidentally touched the back of his hand.

His body, which had just stood firm, trembled. He raised his hand to hold the stove, pulled his other hand out of hers and covered his heart with it, his eyes dodging: "No, it's okay."

"But you don't look okay." She was afraid that he would fall and wanted to raise her hand to help him up, but he refused, so she had to give up.

Seeing him gasping for breath, and looking at his hand covering his heart, he frowned and analyzed: "I heard that excessive blood loss will speed up the heartbeat and make breathing difficult. You should sit on the chair and rest for a while."

"...Yeah." He hesitated for a moment and moved towards the chair next to him.

Chujiu saw him sitting on the chair, then he went back to the chopping board and imitated him in cutting the potatoes one by one. His movements were slow, but he finally got the shape.