I searched high and low, but I couldn't find it.
Not even a scrap of food could be found, so Mo Qing had to settle for second best and open the refrigerator to see if there was anything edible.
Above, there are no cherry blossoms.
Below, no cherry blossoms
It was completely empty.
Nothing Sakura
Mo Qing felt a pang of grievance, pouted, and muttered, "Mo Yanyu, so ruthless."
"Gurgle~" Mo Qing bit her lip and rubbed her upset stomach. "Stop it, you won't die from missing a meal."
No sooner had I finished than my stomach started protesting again.
"Coo coo coo~"
I'm so hungry!
Suddenly, a fragrant aroma wafted in. Mo Qing sniffed it; her nose was especially sensitive whenever she was hungry.
Following the scent, I found myself walking outside.
As soon as she stepped out of the kitchen, she saw her own crown prince, looking fresh and handsome, leaning against the wall by the door, holding a plate of braised fish in his hand.
Mo Qing frowned. "What are you doing here?"
Mo Yanyu calmly replied, "Waiting for a mouse to run into a tree stump."
Mo Qing, “…”
You're the rat! Your whole family are rats!
Pshaw.
Mo Qing swallowed hard, then turned her head away with what she thought was great backbone, saying, "I won't eat."
"Really not going to eat?" Mo Yanyu's eyes flickered slightly. "Then I'll just have to throw it away."
Mo Qing hesitated for a moment, glanced at the delicious-looking braised fish, and hardened her heart, "I'm not eating it, that's final."
He even waved his hand over.
Mo Qing's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at her right hand, which had touched the plate, and felt like crying.
Oh no, there's really nothing to eat now.
Mo Yanyu didn't expect her to wave her hand like that, but the title of special forces soldier wasn't given for nothing, and the years she spent in the army weren't for nothing either.
He quickly bent down and caught the plate with his other hand.
"If you don't eat it soon, it won't taste good anymore," Mo Yanyu tempted.
Mo Qing was stunned for a moment, then stopped making a fuss. She had no choice; she was really hungry.
We can't really go on a hunger strike just to protest, can we?
She fell ill before Ji Muhan even returned.
This is one of my brother's specialties; he hasn't had it for three months since he went back to his unit on his last leave.
He licked his slightly dry lower lip, snatched the plate from him without hesitation, and quickly went into the kitchen, where he finished cooking in no time.
The girl's temper had been spoiled by them for a long time, and she was used to having them bow their heads first. It had always been like this since she was little. Sometimes she would just put on an act of "I really like it, if you don't give it to me I'll cry." With her big, watery eyes, she would wipe away her tears without saying a word, and the tears would not stop, just like a tap that had been turned on.
She was crying so pitifully, it broke my heart to see her like that.
She won't stop crying until you bring her the things she likes, present them to her, and coax her.
Now that she's grown up, she doesn't cry as much as she used to, but he misses her from when she was younger.
He was willing to cherish and pamper her for the rest of his life, but the girl's fighting spirit has obviously improved now. She has a lot of tricks up her sleeve, and as long as it's something she likes, she'll do whatever it takes, even if it means going against the grain, to get it.
But now she won't let anyone interfere; she's grown up and has her own ideas.
But one thing is certain: no matter what, the girl will never mistreat herself!
Mo Yanyu was truly at her wit's end. Seeing the girl's anxious expression, her heart softened and she couldn't help but...
He gently patted the back of her head. "There are other dishes on the dining table in the living room. Go take a look."
She exclaimed excitedly, her voice so soft and sweet that it seemed almost too sweet to be real, echoing in the quiet house.
She tiptoed and quickly pecked him on the cheek.
"Thank you, brother."
Mo Yanyu's eyes were gentle.
Now, my heart melted even more.
The girl's smile was particularly endearing, and Mo Yanyu, who had been taking care of her, naturally couldn't help but fall for it.
The girl ran quickly past him, strands of her long hair brushing against his face, making him feel a little itchy.
A hint of helplessness appeared between Mo Yanyu's brows.
He knew his own spoiled little darling all too well.
She's a bit spoiled, a bit smart, a bit absent-minded, and sometimes incredibly stubborn.
Just like his feelings for Ji Muhan this time, it seems he really cares.
Even though he tried every means to prevent her from contacting him, the girl would always find a way to see him when he returned to his unit.
Only by addressing the root cause of the problem can we succeed.
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