Looking down at the bowl and chopsticks that Mu Qingcheng had forcefully shoved into her hands, she frowned slightly. "I'm really not hungry."
I won't listen.
Mu Qingcheng turned her head away haughtily, refusing to listen to Mo Shisheng's explanation; she simply wouldn't listen.
This childish behavior made Mo Shisheng's lips curl slightly. She and Mu Qingcheng had only met today, and it was no exaggeration to say that they were just strangers who had met by chance, but Mu Qingcheng was so concerned about her.
Whether it was her kind nature or the fate between them, Mo Shisheng still quite liked her.
As she gently picked up some vegetables with her chopsticks and put them in her bowl to eat, Mo Shisheng noticed Mu Qingcheng glancing in her direction out of the corner of her eye. She then asked softly, "Did you cook this?"
With Mo Shisheng taking the initiative to speak, Mu Qingcheng turned around and looked at her confidently, resting her chin on her hands on the table, her eyes clear and bright. "Mmm, is it delicious?"
Mo Shisheng was probably surprised that Mu Qingcheng had actually cooked the meal herself. She took a small bite of rice, swallowed it, and said, "I will finish it."
"Great! That's the right way to do it."
Mu Qingcheng nodded happily, then felt that something was wrong and frowned slightly. "Wait a minute, I think I just asked you if it tasted good? You haven't answered me yet."
"Would I eat it if it didn't taste good?"
Mo Shisheng's lips curved slightly, a faint smile passing through her eyes. Actually, Mu Qingcheng's cooking wasn't very good, but perhaps it was because of Mu Qingcheng's care for her that Mo Shisheng thought it tasted quite good.
"That makes sense."
Mu Qingcheng nodded, then suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blow in and shivered.
She raised her hand to touch her arm, stood up from the table to close the window, and said, "It's so cold, why are you opening the window? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
"It's not cold."
Mo Shisheng didn't really like talking during meals, but Mu Qingcheng was the kind of person who would keep asking questions until she got to the bottom of things. She believed that if she didn't answer Mu Qingcheng's question, she would keep asking and asking.
Undoubtedly, Mo Shisheng had a very clear understanding of Mu Qingcheng's personality.
After closing the window, Mu Qingcheng turned around and sat down at the table. Seeing that Mo Shisheng had already finished a bowl of rice, she felt much better. She then took a clean bowl and filled it with soup for her. "Eat up! Finish it!"
"..."
Mo Shisheng remained silent, glancing briefly at Mu Qingcheng before lowering her eyes again to continue eating.
Her movements were elegant and refined, a pleasure to behold.
Looking at the silver mask on Mo Shisheng's face, Mu Qingcheng felt curious and asked, "Aren't you very beautiful? Otherwise, why would you wear a mask?"
"It's just to avoid unnecessary trouble."
Mo Shisheng knew the uproar her appearance would cause in the Divine Realm, especially her eyes, which seemed to have inherited all of Bei Rao's essence.
However, she and Bei Rao had very different personalities. Bei Rao was gentle, and her words were like a warm spring breeze in April, giving a pleasant feeling on the face.
Mo Shisheng was different; she exuded a faint chill, and her eyes were as cold and devoid of warmth as ever.
"Unnecessary trouble."
Mu Qingcheng pondered Mo Shisheng's words carefully, then pursed her lips, "Wine, don't be afraid of trouble. My restaurant will always be your home!"
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