Qiu Huiling was unwilling to give up. She bit her lip and her half-lowered eyes darted around.

Because several more people had come to the Mo family, they had extra food served.

The construction site should be completed in the next two days.

Including the food prepared for the craftsmen, there was quite a lot of it, which made Wang and her daughter, as well as Luo, unable to look away and swallowing their saliva.

Madam Wang quietly asked Old Lady Mo, "Where did this mute woman learn her cooking skills?"

Grandma Mo looked at her third daughter-in-law with great pride, her tone equally smug, "A hero's origins don't matter! Who cares where she learned it! As long as it tastes good, that's all that matters!"

Wang chuckled, still wanting to know, "It smells so good! We don't know how to cook, so we'd like to learn!"

Grandma Mo smiled smugly, "Right! I think it smells amazing too! It makes my mouth water just from the aroma. You should eat a few more pieces later!"

Wang snorted inwardly, then changed the subject again!

I wanted to say more, but Grandma Mo went off to attend to other matters.

Zhou Yuzhu, unaware of her mother's intentions, also became proud, "Third cousin's wife is amazing! The dishes are incredibly fragrant! They taste even better than what the chefs at banquets cook!"

Wang didn't respond to her daughter's words. She listened and agreed with her. She was thinking that if her daughter could learn the skills, she could become a cook in town. She had heard that cooks earned a good salary!

Su Nanxi was busy and it was really hot. In the middle of summer, she moved the cooking to the outside stove because it was too hot in the kitchen. She could stew soup in the kitchen without having to watch over it all the time.

Mo Qinghe came to her side, smiled and called her "wife", then stood aside and watched.

He didn't know what Su Nanxi wanted to get, so he didn't dare to get too close, afraid of bothering her. He planned to get familiar with it from the side first so he could help his wife later.

Mo Qinghe was overjoyed that he could walk freely again. When he saw Su Nanxi return, he wanted to run over and do something for her, as if that would prove his worth.

Su Nanxi knew he had come, but she ignored him and let him watch from the side, because she knew she couldn't get rid of him.

Last night, Mo Qinghe said that he wanted to make it up to her and help her more. He wanted to gradually become familiar with all the housework so as to reduce his wife's burden.

To put it bluntly, Mo Qinghe wanted to prove himself, his status and responsibilities at home, and he wanted to perform well in front of Su Nanxi.

Qiu Huiling, who was not far away, felt very uncomfortable. She found the sight of the two of them together jarring, especially Su Nanxi's tall and slender figure, which made her feel a little jealous.

Seeing Mo Qinghe looking at Su Nanxi with such tenderness, she wished she could step forward and separate the two. Why was he so cold to her, but so gentle to that ugly mute?

Suddenly feeling unbalanced, Qiu Huiling felt a tightness in her chest, and she twisted the hem of her clothes so hard that her knuckles turned white.

The food was prepared, with one table in the main room and another under the crabapple tree—a custom that the Mo family had formed sometime in the past.

Mo Laoda and Mo Laoer had to deliver food, so they ate relatively quickly.

The others can eat at their own pace, since they have other things to do anyway, so there's no need to rush.

Zhou Yuzhu ate at a table under the tree, and Qiu Huiling wanted to too, but there were no seats available.

The Mo family children are all there. Su Nanxi and Mo Qinghe are definitely there, and with Zhou Yuzhu, that makes eight people.

If it were a large table, we could still sit down, but this is a small table, and it would be too crowded if another person joined.

Qiu Huiling glanced at Mo Qinghe with reluctance before finally returning to the main room.

All she wanted was to sit at the same table as Mo Qinghe, so she could see him when she looked up and know what dishes he liked to eat.

Su Nanxi, with her keen eyesight, naturally saw it clearly. After Qiu Huiling left, she glared fiercely at Mo Qinghe.

Mo Qinghe looked completely innocent: Wife, I didn't do anything!

Su Nanxi: You haven't done anything, yet you're already attracting attention! What else do you want to do!

Mo Qinghe: Honey, I didn't mean to do anything. The bees and butterflies came, and all I wanted to do was kill them!

Su Nanxi: Okay! It's up to you now!

Mo Qinghe: I will definitely live up to my wife's expectations!

Tsk! Smooth talker!

After the meal, the three members of the Wang family went home, as they were busy at home and could not stay for too long.

Luo hesitated for a long time before finally asking Zhao to pack some vegetables for her to take back, but Zhao was too busy to ask. She finally made up her mind and said it.

Zhao knew without asking what Luo was up to, but she just didn't want to talk to her. Now that she was being asked, she replied, "Sister-in-law, you saw the food. It's all basically eaten up. There's nothing left. It's not that I don't want to give you any."

Luo didn't believe it. How could such a big pot have been given to the craftsmen? Every family would keep some for dinner!

Zhao emphasized that there was no such thing as "no," and that meant there was none.

"Is there any meat left that hasn't been cooked?"

Luo then realized that the Mo family might save some for dinner.

"No, I cooked it all at once." Zhao didn't want to talk anymore. She was so tired that her back ached and she just wanted to finish quickly and rest.

Mrs. Luo still didn't believe it. "Didn't you eat dinner? Now that you've finished, what are you going to eat for dinner?"

Zhao washed the bowls, ladled out a plate of water, and without looking up, said, "We'll have porridge tonight! Alright, sister-in-law, if you have nothing else to do, go home. The children and mother are waiting for you at home!"

In the end, Luo could only purse her lips and leave, clearly unhappy.

The Mo family took a lunch break after finishing their work.

Su Nanxi saw Mo Qinghe writing something at the small table by the window and, out of curiosity, went over to take a look.

Wow! Your handwriting has improved again, it looks so beautiful!

She's not good at calligraphy; you can make out the shape of a character, but it's not very elegant. She's a little worried that if she regains her memories and finds the original owner's home, her handwriting will be exposed.

You have to understand that the original owner was a lady from a prominent family, and she must have been quite good at the arts, such as playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. But she was not very good at any of them!

This is a bit worrying!

The difference isn't just a little big, it's quite big!

The only excuse is that I don't remember, I've lost my memory!

This is a good idea!

Mo Qinghe looked up at Su Nanxi, "Wife, don't you remember one character from your name? Write it down so I can see it. I want to see it."

The voice was so seductive that Su Nanxi couldn't think straight. She nodded, picked up a pen, and wrote crookedly on the paper.

"Xi, Xi, that sounds nice!" Mo Qinghe chuckled softly. "Wife, may I call you Xixi from now on?"

Xi Xi?

Hmm, it sounds quite nice, very friendly. When Mo Qinghe says it, it even sounds sweet.

And also, my heart is beating a little fast!

"Wife, Xixi."

Before she could nod, Mo Qinghe made his decision, "From now on, I'll call you Xixi, my wife. It's a nice name, it sounds like you, my wife, it has a sweet feel to it."

Tsk! This person has stolen honey again!

But she likes it!

Seeing Su Nanxi smile, Mo Qinghe was also delighted, "Xixi, Xixi, Xixi!"

Uh! Why does this person seem to be smiling? Hehe!

"Xixi, do you remember your surname?"