Morning Star

Chapter 161: She won’t listen even if she talks, and she can’t beat him even if she fights him. What

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

August 15th is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Although Chujiu had already learned from the original owner's memory that Hualing Continent also had traditional festivals like Mid-Autumn Festival, when the day really came, he still felt a little emotional.

As expected, no matter which world we are in, people still hope to have a few festivals to spend together.

This was her first festival in this world, so she was naturally a little excited.

In the past, she would spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with her parents and Xiao Shi. They would sit in their own yard, eating mooncakes bought from the supermarket on the table, looking up at the moon and chatting about the interesting things they had encountered.

Normally, she and Xiao Shi would sleep until 11:00 in the morning, but on traditional festivals, they would be taken out of bed early by their parents. Over time, they formed the habit of getting up early on festivals.

Although she has moved to a new place now, she still keeps this habit.

In fact, since she came to Hualing, she rarely slept in, but later when she came to Piaomiao Domain, especially after Mo Xinglan was injured, she started to sleep in again. But she only slept a little longer than before, and always got up on time to eat breakfast. Today she got up an hour earlier than usual.

After opening the door and stretching her body, she saw Chu Furong opening the door and coming out. She waved at her with a smile on her face, "Good morning, second sister."

Chu Furong was stunned for a moment when she saw her get up so early this morning, then nodded: "Good morning."

Then the voices of Zhuohua and Gao Yashan were heard.

"Master, sister, good morning."

"Furong, Xiaojiu, good morning."

Chujiu and Chu Furong looked at the two of them and greeted them.

I didn't expect everyone to be so in sync.

Chujiu looked at Mo Xinglan's tightly closed door, and remembered what he had told him yesterday that today was Mid-Autumn Festival, and he felt a little excited. But when he thought about his injuries, the anticipation in his eyes disappeared.

But at this moment the door was opened.

The young man stepped out of the door in a light blue robe, with his long black hair hanging down behind him and tied slightly in the middle with a light blue hairband. His gentle and elegant temperament immediately emerged.

He looked more energetic these days, not as haggard as before, but his face was still pale.

"Good morning." Chujiu grinned and waved at him.

He smiled back with a gentle expression: "Morning."

Then it was Chu Furong, Gao Yashan and... no and, Mo Xinglan didn't want to say hello to Zhuo Hua.

So Zhuohua could only feel aggrieved and follow Chu Furong and Gao Yashan downstairs.

The three of them went downstairs, and Chujiu came in front of Mo Xinglan.

He leaned against the door frame, folded his arms across his chest, and looked down at her with a smile on his face.

Chujiu looked him up and down carefully, front and back. If he hadn't been leaning against the door frame, she would have walked around him in a circle.

Mo Xinglan quietly leaned against the door frame and let her look at him. Finally, he looked at her standing in front of him with a look of surprise and said with a smile: "What have you figured out after looking for so long?"

"Hehe." Chujiu grinned and gave him a thumbs up, "What a handsome young man."

“…” He smiled faintly and said nothing.

At this time Chujiu remembered something, lowered his eyes and looked at his hands and legs again, and hesitated.

He tilted his head with confusion in his eyes.

She looked at his arm and stretched out her right hand to grasp his left wrist and lift it up.

The wide cuffs slid down to the lowest point of the hand, the elbow, due to gravity, revealing the forearm wrapped in white gauze.

She looked up at him, curiosity flickering in her eyes: "Does it hurt if I pull your wrist like this?"

He thought for a moment, glanced at the hand she was holding, and then looked at her: "…If I say it hurts, how are you going to comfort me?"

Chujiu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly an idea came to him. He changed from holding his wrist to supporting his arm with both hands, raised his head and said in a flattering manner: "Of course, I will follow Xingxing anytime and anywhere, so that our Xingxing won't get tired."

"…What kind of comfort is this?" He let her hold his arms and walk downstairs.

When the two arrived at the dining table, the old shopkeeper and Chu Furong and others were already seated.

After Chujiu helped Mo Xinglan sit down, he also sat down beside him.

This was the first time that Mo Xinglan had sat down to eat with everyone since he was injured.

During the meal, Mo Xinglan kept picking up food for Chujiu, as if he was afraid that she was hungry.

When he picked up the food and put it into Chujiu's bowl for the fifth time, Chujiu could not help but said to him, "I will eat it myself, you go eat your meal."

"But I don't want to eat anymore." He looked at her with some grievance.

He didn't stop picking up food for her.

Chujiu looked at the mountain of vegetables he had piled up in the bowl and said speechlessly, "If you don't want to eat anymore, go back to your room and rest."

He pointed at the mountain of food in his bowl with his chopsticks, feeling depressed: "Look how high you've piled it in my bowl? I can't eat any more."

Did he think he was feeding the pigs? He kept adding more. Her bowls were piled up into a small hill.

Hmm? What's wrong?

Mo Xinglan looked at the small pile of food in her bowl, thought for a moment, and then picked up another piece of meat and piled it on top of the pile.

The poor rice was completely covered by the vegetables and meat and was under pressure that it shouldn't have to bear.

He curled his lips in satisfaction, and looked at the girl beside him who was about to spit fire as if showing off: "Eat, why are you looking at me?"

Chujiu glared at him and started eating.

As he watched pieces of vegetables and meat being put into his bowl, he felt more and more that he was feeding pigs.

Bah, she is not a pig.

After eating a few bites, he got angrier and angrier, so he stopped eating and looked at him unhappily: "Go back to your room and lie down."

"No." He refused decisively, feeling a little angry and aggrieved.

He has been lying in bed for so many days. If he doesn't go out for a walk, he will soon become moldy.

Chujiu clenched her chopsticks and stared at him, but she couldn't do anything about it. He wouldn't listen if she talked to him, and she couldn't beat him if she hit him. What could she do?

Mo Xinglan glanced at the pair of poor chopsticks she was holding in her hand, and her eyes dimmed slightly: "...Today is Mid-Autumn Festival."

Chujiu finished the last bite of rice and looked at him with an expression of "I know", waiting for his next words. However, after waiting for a long time, he didn't say anything.

But what he heard was Zhuohua's eager-to-learn voice: "Do we eat mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Yeah." Chu Furong nodded.

"Then let's go make mooncakes together after dinner. Hehe, I haven't eaten mooncakes yet." He looked at everyone with anticipation and excitement.

His words aroused Chujiu's doubts.

The original owner had no memory of making mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but she knew that it was a custom for the whole family to sit together and eat mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

And she doesn’t know how to make mooncakes, she only knows how to eat them.

Gao Yashan agreed: "I think it's feasible."

After saying that, he looked around at Chu Furong and the other two.