Ji Muhan silently raised an eyebrow, without saying a word.

She walked leisurely to the refrigerator, took out two eggs, a red bell pepper, and two pieces of egg noodles, and then strode towards the kitchen.

Mo Qing followed closely behind him the whole time, her steps very obedient, just like the feeling she gave Rao.

Judging from the way he cracked the eggs, he was very skilled, so he must cook often.

She asked curiously, "Did you often cook in the army?"

Ji Muhan's eyes were calm, her expression indifferent. "Yes, I grew up in a military compound, so I can cook some simple dishes."

In fact, he started learning to cook when he was twelve years old. Although he wasn't very good at first, how could he know if it tasted good or not back then? He only knew that it was enough to fill his stomach!

After all, he didn't want to go back to the Ji family at that time, and Qin Yangcheng, his uncle, was already in military school. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't take care of him at that time, and most of the time he still cooked for himself.

At first, it wasn't very good; it was either too salty or too bland. But gradually, I got the hang of it and became more and more proficient at it. It wasn't so bad after all!

Later, even after he joined the army, he still preferred to cook for himself, only going to the canteen to eat when he really didn't have time to cook.

Mo Qing frowned, her heart pounding, and asked him, "Hanhan, I've always wanted to ask you something: don't you have any other family besides your parents?"

She never seemed to have heard him bring up his family. Even if he didn't have parents, he must have grandparents, right?

Judging from his grandfather's behavior, it's impossible that he didn't care about him. Since they had a good relationship, it's impossible that he would let him cook for himself alone, unless there were many unknown twists and turns in the story!

Ji Muhan's fingers paused.

"Did I ask the wrong question? If you feel uncomfortable, then don't. I just asked casually, I didn't mean anything by it." Mo Qing sensed the tense atmosphere and the chilling aura emanating from Ji Muhan.

She seemed to dislike the topic, and she tactfully gave him a way out.

He lowered his eyes, and she couldn't see what emotions were surging in them. Feeling a little uneasy, she heard him reply, "There's another grandfather."

Mo Qing pursed her lips and asked cautiously, "So you don't come home often and live alone outside, right?"

She knew this topic must be somewhat sensitive for Ji Muhan, otherwise he wouldn't be acting so strangely, but she really wanted to know everything about him, down to the smallest detail!

Ji Muhan paused again, remained silent for a moment, and then responded with a soft "...Mm".

Mo Qing also fell silent. She really didn't know what to do. No matter how eloquent she usually was, she really didn't know what to do in this situation.

She only had a vague understanding of Ji Muhan's family situation. She didn't know what his family was really like, and she wasn't after anything else from him from the beginning. She just wanted to spend her life with him.

Even if his family had nothing and was just an ordinary family, she wouldn't change anything!

However, without knowing anything about it, she really didn't know what to do!

He suddenly felt that all the struggles and pain he had experienced were just fleeting moments, not worth mentioning. His heart was very calm, and he could no longer feel even a ripple in his mind.

He gave a very slight, gentle smile and said to her calmly, "You go out first, there's cooking fumes here."

Mo Qing hesitated, then said, "Hanhan, if I..."

Ji Muhan looked up, seemingly waiting for her to continue.

Mo Qing, upon being stared at like that, completely forgot all the words she had painstakingly prepared, her mind and eyes filled only with his smiling face…

She stammered as she changed the subject, "Me? Are you spending the Lunar New Year alone in Beijing?"

Ji Muhan's hands moved swiftly and skillfully, slicing the bell peppers into neat and even strips. Anyone who didn't know better would think he had measured them.

He replied casually, "Not necessarily. Maybe I'll spend my thirties here in the capital."

Mo Qing's heart skipped a beat, but she asked him calmly, "Why?"

He replied, "Because my maternal grandfather and his family are here."

"I see!"

Mo Qing drew out her words, nodding as she spoke, her eyes darting around, and an idea immediately popped into her head.

She then asked, "So, which room do you usually stay at your maternal grandfather's house?"

When Ji Muhan heard the words "grandfather," she suddenly looked at her with deep eyes and remained silent.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Mo Qing was not afraid of his gaze at all. Instead, she blinked innocently and naively. "Grandpa told me to call you that so I won't have to change it later."

Ji Muhan, “…”

She looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Do you think I'm calling you that wrong?"

Ji Muhan paused for a moment, then said, "...No cherry blossoms."

Mo Qing pursed her lips, her eyes brimming with undisguised joy, like a cat that had just stolen some cream, laughing with boundless glee.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Ji Muhan's expression remained calm. "...No need!"

In fact, he didn't think the girl was capable of cooking, so he never considered asking her for help.

She glanced at his hands moving non-stop, so naturally and skillfully that it was clear he didn't need her help at all!

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