CHAPTER 1080: CHAPTER 14: MO YUYAN ARC 7_5

Watching Mo Yuyan handle the crabs, Mi Ai held his hand, "I’ll take care of the rest."

Mo Yuyan curved his lips into a smile, nodded, then walked out of the kitchen.

Mi Ai looked at his tall figure, smiled gently, then swiftly cooked the meal.

Dinner included steamed crab, spicy shrimp, sour and spicy lotus root, fish-flavored pork, tomato and egg soup.

The dining table in Mi Ai’s rented apartment was quite small. Usually, when she’s alone, one dish and one soup are enough, but with four dishes and a soup, it seemed a bit cramped.

The dishes filled the table, and Mi Ai and Mo Yuyan sat facing each other.

She picked up a bowl and served rice for Mo Yuyan, then served rice for herself.

"I wonder if it’ll suit your taste."

Mi Ai was a bit nervous, and Mo Yuyan held her hand, "It certainly will."

Mo Yuyan reached out with his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of lotus root, and put it in his mouth, "It’s delicious."

He was telling the truth; Mi Ai’s cooking skills were very good, not inferior to some chefs.

Mi Ai showed a happy smile. She had been helping the aunties at the orphanage since she was very young, becoming independent early, and that’s how she honed her cooking skills.

Mi Ai lowered her head to eat her rice, and being praised by Mo Yuyan, she felt especially happy.

The crabs he peeled were placed on the plate in front of Mi Ai, and she looked up at Mo Yuyan.

"Go ahead and eat!"

Mo Yuyan said softly.

Mi Ai nodded, picked up a piece of shrimp, peeled it, and placed it in Mo Yuyan’s bowl, "Try it."

"Mm!"

Mo Yuyan smiled, ate the shrimp that Mi Ai peeled, a rush of spiciness spreading through his mouth, and Mo Yuyan’s brow slightly furrowed.

Mi Ai had been watching Mo Yuyan. Seeing him frown, she asked, "Is it not good?"

"No, it’s very good."

Mo Yuyan picked up another shrimp and put it in his mouth, his brow furrowing slightly again.

"You don’t like spicy food, do you?"

Mi Ai finally realized why Mo Yuyan was frowning. He must not like spicy food, as he seemed to frown a bit too while eating the lotus root.

"It’s okay!"

He usually didn’t eat much spicy food. If it’s just a little spicy, he could handle it, but the spicy shrimp and lotus root Mi Ai made were quite hot, causing him some discomfort.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t know you don’t like spicy food. How about you don’t eat it then?"

Mi Ai held Mo Yuyan’s hand, and suddenly he pulled her, making her exclaim. She ended up sitting on Mo Yuyan’s lap, and Mo Yuyan bent his head to kiss her, letting the spicy taste in his mouth transfer to Mi Ai’s.

Mi Ai couldn’t struggle, her hands were held by Mo Yuyan, so she had to let Mo Yuyan kiss her.

After a while, Mo Yuyan released Mi Ai.

"Very sweet."

Mi Ai glared at Mo Yuyan, "What’s very sweet?"

"Your lips are sweet, so it’s not spicy anymore."

Mo Yuyan whispered with a smile, making Mi Ai’s face turn instantly red.

The depth in Mo Yuyan’s eyes intensified, and he held Mi Ai and kissed her again.

"The food is getting cold."

Mi Ai pushed Mo Yuyan away, quickly returning to her seat, and put some fish-flavored pork into his bowl, "This isn’t spicy. Eat up, I won’t make spicy food next time."

Realizing he doesn’t like spicy food, she wouldn’t make it again next time.

Mo Yuyan looked up at Mi Ai, "Next time?!"

Mi Ai’s face turned as red as an apple, and she bit her lip in frustration. What had she just said?

Did she really say next time she’d cook again? How eager was she to cook for Mo Yuyan?

"I’ll come tomorrow."

"To... tomorrow cough cough."

Mi Ai was almost choked by Mo Yuyan’s words, and he smiled, "Mm, I’ll come tomorrow."

Mi Ai finished eating and cleaned up the dishes, getting ready to wash them.

Mo Yuyan grabbed Mi Ai’s hand, "Let me do it. You have a cut on your hand; you shouldn’t get it wet."

"It’s fine, it’s just a small thing."

The wound was so small, yet he still didn’t want her to get it wet, which made her feel a warm surge in her heart, causing her heart to beat wildly.

Mo Yuyan went to the kitchen, clumsily washing the dirty dishes.

Suds splashed on Mo Yuyan’s face, and Mi Ai walked up, standing behind him, "Lower your head."

Mo Yuyan turned back to lower his head, and Mi Ai took out a tissue to wipe Mo Yuyan’s face, "It’s dirty."

Mo Yuyan smiled.

After tidying up, Mi Ai and Mo Yuyan sat on the sofa. She was a bit uneasy, then thought of something and went to a corner of the room, taking out the black briefcase.

"Take your stuff away quickly."

These were the money she gave him last time, and he didn’t take it. It was kept in the corner all along.

Mo Yuyan glanced at the black briefcase, "You keep it; buy whatever you want."

"I don’t want it, it’s not my money. I don’t want it."

If it’s not hers, she wouldn’t take it.

Mo Yuyan stopped talking. He knew her personality and was certain she wouldn’t take his money again.