After arriving in the kitchen, Jiang Li placed the dishes in her hands on the counter next to her. She half-knelt down, opened the small refrigerator close to the corner of the wall, and took out two tomatoes and three eggs from it.
Tomato and egg noodles are simple and easy to make, and the taste is not bad.
Not long after, Jiang Li came out of the kitchen carrying two bowls of noodles.
Mo Xu sat very upright. He looked down at the bowl of tomato and egg noodles in front of him, his expression slightly frozen.
He picked up the chopsticks with his right hand, but did not move.
Jiang Li walked to Mo Jingchun and pulled him over reluctantly.
The father and son sat face to face, and Jiang Li pulled out the chair in the middle and sat down.
"Not to your liking, uncle?"
Seeing that Mo Xu had not yet started eating, Jiang Li asked nervously.
Mo Xu raised his head, and the girl next to him showed a little nervousness on her fair face. Her eyes drooped slightly, and her long black eyelashes trembled slightly twice.
"Slurp, slurp."
The deliberate sound of slurping noodles interrupted the two of them. Jiang Li turned around and saw Mo Jingchun picking up a handful of noodles with chopsticks and stuffing it into his mouth.
The remaining juice on the face made a crisp sound when it rubbed against the lips.
Jiang Li shook her head helplessly. She grabbed the tissue on the table and gently wiped off the noodle soup that splashed on Mo Jingchun's face.
But soon after Jiang Li finished this action, her whole body froze. The habit she had developed during these days of living together made her unable to react for a while.
Now that he was doing such an intimate act in front of Mo Xu, this...
Jiang Li didn't dare to look back. After doing this, she quietly lowered her head, and her black hair fell down to cover her embarrassed facial expression.
There was still no expression on Mo Xu's face, but the sharpness in his eyes gradually decreased and turned into softness.
He slowly lowered his head and smelled the bowl of tomato and egg noodles.
White steam, wrapped in the aroma of noodles, rushed into my nose. I picked up a chopstick of noodles and put it into my mouth. A warm current spread throughout my body.
This is a very familiar smell. Mo Jingchun noticed it at the time, and Mo Xu can also notice it now.
Although the father and son were facing each other, they didn't say anything and just ate noodles. Jiang Li was a little shy because of his previous behavior. He sat there at a loss and had to lower his head, quietly observing them.
Not long after, Mo Xu finished eating first. He still didn't say anything, but just picked up the coat he had taken off while eating and walked out the door.
Seeing this, Jiang Li turned his head to look at Mo Jingchun, but found that the latter was not ready to get up at all.
Mo Xu opened the door, but when he turned to close it, he was stopped by Jiang Li.
"Uncle, let me take you downstairs."
Mo Xu looked at the pair of somewhat familiar eyes, and after a brief silence did not choose to refuse.
"Um."
The two of them turned around, closed the door, and started walking downstairs.
No conversation along the way.
They walked all the way to the flat ground on the first floor.
"That's right."
Mo Xu seemed to remember something, he turned around and asked Jiang Li behind him.
Jiang Li, who was walking behind with his head down, quickly braked and almost hit the car.
"What's your name?" A barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of Mo Xu's mouth.
"Uncle... Uncle, my name is Jiang Li, Jiang as in ginger, Li... any other Li."
Jiang Li was shivering from the cold and his speech was intermittent.
"Jiang Li?" Mo Xu exhaled a puff of white air. The icy air outside made him feel at a loss. "What a good name."
"His temper might be a little strange, please bear with me."
"How could that be?"
Jiang Li smiled, her face was red from the cold, and her smile at this moment was like a plum blossom standing proudly in the snow.
"He's a very good man, and so are you."
"Oh?" Mo Xu stopped, "Me too? Why do you say that?"
"Like father, like son," Jiang Li said with a smile, "Jingchun is very good, and of course you are the same."
"Haha, you're wrong."
Mo Xu suddenly laughed, shaking his head as he laughed, "I'm not a good father."
The laughter stopped in an instant. Mo Xu no longer stayed here, but walked forward on his own, into the snow outside, into the winter.
Jiang Li stood at the stairs on the first floor, feeling a little helpless for a moment, and began to wonder if he had just said something wrong.
"call……"
A warm breath came from her ears, and before Jiang Li could react, a warm hug came from behind and hugged her.
"Shocking Spring..."
"Don't talk."
Mo Jingchun interrupted Jiang Li's struggle and hugged her gently.
In those usually lively and cheerful eyes, the silent figure immersing in the wind and snow in the distance gradually appeared.
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