Chapter 443: Mo Liyuan, how old are you? Are you childish?
Lan Xiyue served noodles in a large bowl. The golden egg drops, green chopped green onions and white noodles were soaked in the clear soup with oil floating in it, steaming hot.
She turned around with the bowl in her hand, her face flushed with anticipation and satisfaction after finishing. There was still a little flour on the tip of her nose. She looked at Mo Liyuan with sparkling eyes: "Here, it's done!"
Mo Liyuan had been watching every moment of her busyness. At this moment, the bowl of steaming, simplest egg noodles was held in her hands. He walked forward, but did not take the bowl immediately. Instead, he stretched out his thumb and gently wiped away the annoying white flour on the tip of her nose with a very natural and doting tenderness.
"Hmm," his eyes fell on her face, "This king smells it, it's more fragrant than what the royal chef makes."
He then took the bowl of heavy, warm noodles, and his fingertips inadvertently brushed across the back of her hand, feeling the warmth.
He took her hand and walked to a clean small square table in the kitchen and sat down.
The little mosquito tactfully bowed and retreated.
Under the dim candlelight, the two sat opposite each other.
Lan Xiyue also served herself a small bowl. She couldn't wait to pick up a piece of noodles with chopsticks, blew on the hot air, and slurped it with satisfaction.
The warm and fragrant taste spread from the tip of her tongue to her stomach, dispelling all fatigue and coldness, making her squint her eyes in comfort.
Mo Liyuan looked at her satisfied look like a kitten, then looked at the bowl of noodles made by her, which was simple but full of heart and the flavor of home. He picked up the chopsticks and took a bite.
The noodles are chewy and smooth, and the soup is fresh with the complex aroma of egg and scallion oil. It is indeed... delicious.
He raised his eyes and looked at his little wife opposite him, whose cheeks were slightly bulging and her eyebrows were curved due to eating. The candlelight danced in her eyes, reflecting pure light.
He put down his chopsticks, and his deep voice carried a barely perceptible sigh: "Being able to eat noodles made by Yue'er herself, this winter night... is worth it."
Lan Xiyue looked at him with a sly and satisfied smile on her lips, and tapped the table lightly with her fingertips. "Not bad, my husband's mouth is getting sweeter." There was a hint of lazy teasing in her voice.
Mo Liyuan paused holding his chopsticks, then looked up at her. A barely perceptible surprise flashed across his deep eyes. "Yu'er, what did you say?"
"You're becoming more and more sweet-mouthed," Lan Xiyue rolled her eyes at him in annoyance and urged, "Eat quickly, or the noodles will clump together if you dawdle any longer." She was the first to pick up a handful of noodles, steam rising from them.
Mo Liyuan's eyes focused, and the next moment, his figure moved to the opposite side like a breeze and sat down next to Lan Xiyue.
He stared at her sideways, his gaze so focused and filled with an indescribable heat that it startled Lan Xiyue so much that she almost choked.
Lan Xiyue felt uncomfortable when he looked at her. She frowned and put down her chopsticks. "Mo Liyuan! What are you doing? Eating noodles!" There was a hint of impatience in her tone.
"Yuer," Mo Liyuan's voice was low and hoarse, with a strange magnetism, "Say what you just said again." He looked at her stubbornly, as if those two short words weighed more than a thousand pounds.
Lan Xiyue stared back at him with a strange look in her eyes, muttering to herself, "What's wrong with this guy today? Why is he acting so crazy for no reason?" She curled her lips, not wanting to pay attention to him. She picked up her chopsticks again and focused on the noodles in her bowl, ignoring this sudden "symptom."
"Yuer!" Mo Liyuan's voice became a little heavier.
Lan Xiyue couldn't stand it any longer, rolled her eyes, and almost stood up and slammed the table, "Mo Liyuan! What are you doing? The noodles will become clumpy if you don't eat them! Even if you don't want to eat, don't disturb me while I'm eating noodles!" She glared at him angrily.
Mo Liyuan stared at her intently. In those eyes, as deep as a cold pond, a trace of…grievance slowly surfaced. He stared at her with a hint of silent accusation.
Lan Xiyue's hair stood on end when he looked at her. She put down her chopsticks again, put her hands on her hips, and glared back at him fiercely, "Mo Liyuan! What do you want? Speak clearly!"
"Yu'er," Mo Liyuan's voice was low, with a hint of subtle stubbornness, "You didn't call me like that just now."
Lan Xiyue was stunned when she heard this. She frowned and tried hard to recall what she had just said. After a moment, she suddenly realized something, and then she felt a deep sense of powerlessness. She stroked her forehead, her tone full of helplessness, "Husband..." She dragged out the two words.
Mo Liyuan's eyes suddenly lit up, like a spark ignited in the cold night, instantly dispelling all the haze and grievances, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise up, forming an extremely happy arc.
"Hmm," he replied softly, feeling quite satisfied. He actually reached out and took his bowl of noodles, then sat right next to Lan Xiyue and started eating shoulder to shoulder.
Lan Xiyue felt both angry and amused when she saw how shameless he was.
The table was so large, yet he had to squeeze onto her side. How could this man, usually so decisive and stern, sometimes be more clingy than a three-year-old in front of her? She shook her head helplessly and had no choice but to let him go.
After eating a bowl of hot noodles, the warmth spreads from the stomach to every part of the body.
Lan Xiyue put down the bowl with satisfaction, took a long breath, and even burped unconsciously. Her whole body relaxed, feeling lazy and comfortable.
Mo Liyuan also gracefully put down his chopsticks, took out a plain silk handkerchief from his bosom, and slowly wiped the corners of his lips with a dignified movement.
After doing all this, he naturally took Lan Xiyue's hand, clasped their fingers together, and led her out of the warm kitchen.
The night was slightly cool, and the warmth of his palm could be felt through his fingertips.
"Yuer" Mo Liyuan whispered while walking, his voice sounding particularly gentle in the night, "From now on... can you call me like this?" There was a subtle expectation and domineering tone in his voice.
Lan Xiyue laughed, "It's just a name. I've been calling you that name for so long, I'm used to it." She tried to pull her hand away, but he held it tighter.
Mo Liyuan retracted his arms and hugged her slender waist tighter to himself. "No matter what," his voice was low and firm, with an air of unwillingness to refuse. "From now on, Yue'er will only call me this."
"Mo Liyuan!" Lan Xiyue was amused by his sudden childishness and couldn't help but ask angrily, "Mo Liyuan, how old are you? Are you childish?"
Mo Liyuan suddenly stopped and turned around. His deep eyes were fixed on her in the halo of the lanterns in the corridor. His gaze was so focused that it seemed as if she was the only one left in the world.
Lan Xiyue's heart skipped a beat when she was looked at by him. She helplessly spread out the other hand that was not held. Her tone softened, with a hint of coaxing: "Okay, okay...Husband, is that okay? Are you satisfied?" The word "husband" sounded a bit coquettish and compromising, but it fell into his ears very clearly.
Hearing those two words as he wished, Mo Liyuan's tightly pursed lips could no longer be restrained from curving upwards, outlining an extremely happy and satisfied smile, and the frost in his eyes melted into spring water.
He hugged her tightly again with satisfaction, and the two of them walked slowly together on the garden path where moonlight and lamplight intertwined. The night breeze blew, bringing the fragrance of grass and trees.
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