Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

Quan Jiuxi watched his back disappear at the end of the crowd before he slowly straightened up. The shy and cowardly look on his face disappeared in an instant, and only a cold calmness remained in his eyes.

She said to Xiaoyi in her heart: "How is the progress of the strategy?"

[My Lord, Mo Qinghan's curiosity about you has increased by 5%, bringing the total to 10%. Although he was aggressive just now, his gaze lingered on you for 3 seconds longer than before!]

There was a hint of excitement in Xiaoyi's voice.

Quan Jiuxi raised an eyebrow, her heart calm. "Only 10%? Looks like this hedgehog needs more work." She paused, then added, "Record his expression and movements just now, and adjust your strategy accordingly next time."

[Received! All recorded!]

The afternoon classes passed quickly. Quan Jiuxi sat in the last row of the classroom. He seemed to be listening attentively, but in fact he was quickly analyzing the stock market trends in his mind.

When the school bell rang, she packed up her things, carried her schoolbag and slowly returned to Mo Qinghan's villa.

This villa is very large and its decoration style is cool. Black, white and gray are used frequently as the main colors, making it look both luxurious and spacious.

Quan Jiuxi returned to his room, threw his schoolbag on the sofa, took out his textbook and "studied" for half an hour - of course, this was just for possible surveillance.

When she felt she had done enough of the "act", she stretched, turned on the computer, and skillfully entered the stock trading interface.

Her fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard, the candlestick chart on the screen kept jumping, and the red numbers soared up little by little.

In just a few minutes, the amount in the account increased by six figures. Quan Jiuxi looked at the numbers on the screen without any fluctuation in his eyes, as if he had only earned a few dollars.

She turned off the computer and looked at the time - it was 7:30 in the evening, which was past the villa's regular dinner time.

"I'm a little hungry." She muttered, got up and went downstairs to the kitchen.

The kitchen is large, the built-in cabinets are spotlessly clean, and the refrigerator is filled with all kinds of fresh ingredients, including meat, vegetables, and fruits. It looks like it has just been purchased.

Quan Jiuxi opened the refrigerator door and looked at the dazzling array of ingredients inside, frowning slightly - she knew nothing about cooking, and usually either ate takeout or asked Xiaoyi to help, but now she was in Mo Qinghan's territory, and she couldn't expose Xiaoyi's existence.

"Sir, how about I do it? I can control the kitchenware remotely, and I guarantee the food I make will be even better than a five-star hotel!"

Xiaoyi volunteered.

"No need." Quan Jiuxi refused bluntly, "It would be troublesome if Mo Qinghan found out something was wrong. I can do it myself."

She took out a slab of ribs from the refrigerator and placed them on the counter. The ribs were fresh, the meat firm, and still had a little ice.

She touched her chin, glanced at the knife rack next to her, and casually took out a sharp chef's knife.

Mo Qinghan came back at this time.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he heard a "bang bang bang" sound coming from the kitchen. The sound did not sound like cutting vegetables, but more like someone smashing something.

He raised his eyebrows, and an absurd thought flashed through his mind:

Could it be that a thief broke into the house and killed his adopted sister?

He walked lightly towards the kitchen.

The closer you get, the clearer the "dong dong" sound becomes, mixed with the sound of knives hitting the counter.

He walked to the kitchen door and looked inside -

Quan Jiuxi was standing in front of the kitchen counter with her back to him. She was wearing a loose white home suit and her hair was casually tied into a bun, revealing a slender white neck.

She held the chef's knife in her hand, and her movements were so fast that an afterimage almost appeared. The blade shone coldly under the light, and she played with it like a toy.

But look at the poor ribs again - they have been chopped into pieces so small that there is not even a complete bone to be found. The minced meat and bone residue are mixed together and scattered on the cooking table, looking horrible.

A hint of interest flashed in Mo Qinghan's eyes.

interesting.

He saw it clearly just now. When Quan Jiuxi picked up the knife, her movements were as natural as her left hand holding her right hand. The angle of her wrist rotation and the way she applied force all showed a sense of familiarity with long-term knife use. But she obviously couldn't cook - otherwise she wouldn't have chopped the ribs into this way.

Then why is she so good at using a knife?

Quan Jiuxi seemed to have noticed something and turned her head sharply. When she saw Mo Qinghan standing at the door, a flash of vigilance flashed across her eyes, which was then replaced by an expression of "I'm a coward."

She subconsciously hid the knife behind her back, her shoulders slightly hunched, and her eyes were a little evasive, looking like a thief who had been caught.

But the next second, a "gurgling" sound broke the awkwardness - it was Quan Jiuxi's stomach growling.

In the quiet kitchen, the sound was exceptionally clear, even with a slight echo.

Quan Jiuxi's cheeks flushed instantly, like a ripe apple. She instinctively clutched her stomach, her eyes growing even more panicked as she whispered, "S-sorry, I... I was just hungry and wanted to make something to eat, but I didn't expect..." As she spoke, she glanced down at the "chopped pork ribs" on the countertop, a look of frustration and bewilderment on her face. "I ruined the ingredients..."

Mo Qinghan leaned against the kitchen door frame, his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked at her with interest.

He changed into a black silk shirt with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing a bit of his delicate collarbone. His skin was so white that it was almost transparent, and it glowed brightly under the warm yellow light.

His hair was a little messy, with a few strands hanging in front of his forehead, covering his eyebrows a little, but his almond-shaped eyes were still bright, with the corners of his eyes slightly raised.