Morning Star

After the vegetables were cut, the meat needed to be cut. She looked at the piece of lean meat that Mo Xinglan had prepared in a bowl beside her while she was washing potatoes.

The color is not comparable to the meat in the markets on Earth. There seems to be a hint of spiritual energy floating on it. It turns out that the meat on this continent is different.

It’s just that...she’s not very good at cutting meat.

She was fine with cooking vegetarian dishes, but she was really afraid of cooking meat. She was afraid of accidentally cutting her hand while cutting meat, and afraid of oil splashing on the back of her hand while frying meat. The reason she was afraid was because she had cut her hand while cutting meat, and had burned her hand while frying meat, and she had a trauma.

He placed the meat on the chopping board, looked at it again and again with a conflicted look on his face, but finally gave up and turned to look at Mo Xinglan.

He happened to be looking at her too.

Seeing her conflicted look, he probably guessed what she had done. He stood up with the help of the chair back, walked to her side, took the kitchen knife from her hand, and started cutting the meat without saying a word.

Chujiu stood aside and looked at him. She found that Mo Xinglan was very nice to talk to today.

"What kind of meat is this? It seems to have a layer of spiritual energy floating on it." She looked at the meat he was cutting.

He replied without stopping: "Monster meat."

"Did you get it yourself?" She looked at him.

He glanced at her sarcastically: "What else do you think?"

"..."

After getting his answer she looked around the kitchen.

There were all the necessary seasonings, bowls, chopsticks and cooking utensils. The meat was from the monsters he killed. The vegetables should have been bought by him, right? Anyway, she didn't believe that he would go to the fields to work.

His hands were clean and smooth to the touch, and it was obvious that he was not someone who did rough labor.

While he was thinking, Mo Xinglan had already cut the meat and started to fry it in the pan.

The rice cooker was almost done, so she lifted the lid and then turned the fire from the stove over to the vegetable pot.

When he was frying the meat, she quickly stood up and moved away from the stove. She heard the sizzling sound of the meat in the pot and didn't even dare to go over to add some firewood.

Mo Xinglan found it funny to see her running away: "Is it that serious?"

"I was burned by that thing. It caused blisters and it hurt for a long time." She pouted.

He chuckled and ignored her.

A dish is fried in just a moment.

The next dish is a vegetarian dish. Chujiu can do it by himself, so let Mo Xinglan continue to sit on the chair and rest.

The figure of the girl washing vegetables in front of me gradually became blurred, and in the haze it gradually overlapped with the figure of another woman.

"Lan'er, can I make you some scrambled eggs with tomatoes for lunch today?"

"What would you like to eat for lunch today?"

"Come here, Lan'er. Mother will teach you how to cook."

"Look, this is..."

"Lan'er..."

"Lan..."

"Mo Xinglan..."

"Mo Xinglan! Wake up!"

A familiar noisy sound rang in his ears. Mo Xinglan frowned and slowly opened his eyes, only to see a little face full of worry.

To explain why Chujiu looked so worried, it all started when she was washing vegetables. After she finished washing the vegetables, she turned around and saw him falling sideways from the chair. Fortunately, she ran fast and caught him so that he didn't fall to the ground.

She asked worriedly, "How are you? If you feel dizzy, I'll help you lie down on the bed first, and I'll bring you the meal later."

Mo Xinglan stared at her for a long while, then pushed her away and said in a cold voice, "No need."

People who practice cultivation are most afraid of having someone they don't trust around them when they are vulnerable. And since he met her, she was almost always there every time he was in trouble. Just for this reason, he thought about killing her more than once.

But this idiot is so stupid that he doesn't even realize that he's been jumping back and forth on the line of death.

Chujiu shuddered unconsciously, and when she looked at him, he had his eyes lowered expressionlessly.

Did she think too much?

I stopped trying to persuade him and turned to the chopping board to continue preparing the next dish.

After a while, Chujiu put the dishes on a plate, brought it to Mo Xinglan and showed it to him with anticipation.

"Look, I told you I can cook."

"..."

Mo Xinglan was speechless as he looked at the scrambled eggs with tomatoes on the plate in front of him.

Because the eggs on the plate were broken into pieces and even the tomatoes could not be found intact.

Just use a spoon later, I don’t think chopsticks can pick it up.

……

"Hmm, it's delicious!" Chujiu picked up the shredded potatoes and ate the food in his mouth.

"Mo Xinglan, the dishes you cook are so delicious, even better than my mom's."

After saying that, he remembered that Mo Xinglan might not know what "Mom" is, so he explained: "Oh, you might not know the name 'Mom', it's mother, mother. You can also call her mom, but I like to call her mom."

"That's right, dad is dad, dad, dad, hehe."

Chujiu started talking about whatever she wanted as soon as she was happy, not caring whether Mo Xinglan would use it as a handle against her.

Mo Xinglan: “…”

He tells everything when there's food to eat. He's really generous.

The lunch ended with Chujiu wolfing down the food and talking endlessly.

After washing the pots and pans on the ninth day of the New Year, he returned to the table, picked up the towel and wiped the table clean as he did at home, and then washed the towel.

After doing all this, he sat back in his seat, leaned back and stared blankly ahead.

She felt that this lunch was just like the time she had at home with her parents and brother. It had been a long time since she had felt this way.

I don't know how they are doing now. Suddenly, I miss them so much and want to go home.

As I thought about it, my eyes started to turn red.

"The ninth day?" Mo Xinglan called her softly.

This idiot was in a daze after dinner. Why does he look like he’s about to cry?

"Ah? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Chujiu came back to his senses.

"...Nothing." He replied after a moment of silence.

"Oh." After answering, she looked at him blankly with her big eyes.

The black-hearted monster is so beautiful no matter how you look at her, you will never get tired of looking at her.

Hey, how can there be someone so good-looking in this world?

The Black-hearted Monster should look like his mother. He and Mo Hengsong don't look alike. If the Black-hearted Monster is so good-looking, then his mother must be very good-looking too.

Mo Hengsong is also a handsome man.

But the black-hearted monster is better looking than Mo Hengsong. Is it because most boys who look like girls are good-looking?

As she thought about it, she couldn't help but ask, "Mo Xinglan, you should look more like your mother, right?"

"...What do you want to say?" Mo Xinglan looked at Chujiu with no expression on his face.

She looked at him for a long time before she spoke: "I heard from the older generation that if a son is like his mother, he will be strong even if he is not rich. Others say that if a son is like his mother, he can build a wall with gold bricks. Although the sayings are different, they are both good."

"Which older generation told you that?" Mo Xinglan sneered.

Chujiu put his hands on the table and said, "That's what my family says."

"..."

Good? But he didn't feel any good at all.

I only heard Chujiu continue: "You are so beautiful, your mother must be a great beauty."

"Chujiu, do you think your life is too long?" Mo Xinglan's eyes turned cold.

"?!" Her heart trembled and she quickly shut up.

She is really bored and dares to say anything. But why does this evil devil dislike others praising his appearance?

She had wanted to ask this question for a long time. She raised her eyes carefully and looked at him, muttering, "How could there be someone who doesn't like others to praise him for his good looks?"

Isn't it said that everyone loves beauty? Why is he different?

Mo Xinglan was silent for a moment, and a hint of cold disgust flashed silently in his dark eyes.

The colorless lips were smiling, but the eyes were frighteningly cold. He did not answer but asked, "Do you know what kind of person is the most disgusting?"

"?!" She was so frightened by his words that her body froze, and after a pause she felt annoyed again.

She felt like he was scolding her, but she didn't dare to say it back, because the evil-hearted demon looked so scary at the moment, as if he would kill her if she said one wrong word.

She sat up straight, swallowed her saliva, and looked at him cautiously, but she was already sweating from fear.

Mo Xinglan couldn't tell what he felt when he saw her like this.

There was silence for a moment. With a sneer in his eyes, he answered his previous question: "A person whose brain is full of superficial things."

Chujiu stared at him blankly, feeling that his words were more than just superficial. But she couldn't guess what the other meaning was.

After a while, he muttered, "I'm not."

He chuckled, "Did I say you were?"