He pushed one of the bowls in front of Xiao Xin, took his own bowl, sat down next to Xiao Xin, and handed Xiao Xin the chopsticks in his hand.
The aroma of the noodles was irresistible. Xiao Xin looked at the golden noodles in the bowl, then opened his mouth to speak to Mo Xuan, who immediately interrupted him: "You're welcome."
Xiao Xin was taken aback, took the chopsticks and smiled, "I didn't mean to thank you, I just wanted to ask if you can cook?"
Surely he's not the only one in the world who can't cook?
Mo Xuan slurped up a mouthful of noodles, chewed and swallowed before saying, "I would do it for the person I like."
Xiao Xin stopped just as she brought the noodles to her lips, giving him a suspicious look.
Mo Xuan saw the look that was sweeping over him and suddenly grinned.
He patted Xiao Xin on the shoulder and looked at him with a smile: "Eat up, I was just kidding. Actually, I can only make noodles or instant food, so I can't really call myself a good cook."
Xiao Xin glared at him before taking a bite of noodles.
Mo Xuan smiled and shook his head, continuing to eat his own food.
As Xiao Xin ate, he suddenly remembered the noodles Fu Yan had made for him the first time.
A full bowl, with double the amount of poached egg and luncheon meat, plus his favorite cilantro.
I guess I won't be able to eat it anymore in the future...
As Xiao Xin thought about it, her nose tingled, and a hot tear slid down her cheek.
He hurriedly wiped away his tears and took another sip of noodles.
Mo Xuan caught a glimpse of his action out of the corner of his eye, and then glanced to the side and saw Xiao Xin's reddened eyes.
His heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out, "Was my cooking really that bad?"
Xiao Xin shook his head. "No."
"So you were moved to tears by me?" Mo Xuan continued to ask.
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