Chapter 971 - 990: I’m Hungry

Mo Fan was in a rare playful mood. He even turned on his terminal and snapped a couple of pictures.

"I thought Mo Si’s cooking would be an absolute disaster, but his skills aren’t bad at all," he said. "The Imperial Blade cooking for us—this is definitely worth commemorating. If it weren’t for you, Qiuqiu, I never would have gotten to eat a meal cooked by Mo Si’s own hands." Mo Fan smiled as he looked at Jiang Qiuqiu.

Qiuqiu replied politely, "I’ll go in and see how his prep work is coming along, and maybe give him a hand."

"Go ahead!"

Mo Chengyu also eagerly anticipated the meal with Qiuqiu stepping in to help.

Entering the kitchen, Qiuqiu glanced at the menu Mo Si had prepared, the robots still prepping ingredients, and the various finished and semi-finished dishes. She immediately showered him with praise.

"Wow, my Little Panda is perfectly well-rounded! You’re a great host and an even better cook. This huge feast is shaping up nicely."

"I’m not a Little Panda," Mo Si said, currently slicing a pumpkin. "Why did you come in? Aren’t you going to catch up and chat with Chengyu?"

"We’re done chatting. Besides, our conversation was all about you anyway."

"About me? What did she say?"

Seeing his expression, Qiuqiu tutted softly. "Since you started dating me, you’ve become so petty. We were just talking about your childhood and looking at a bunch of your old photos. After looking through all of them, I still think the way you looked when you wore that mask fit my aesthetic best."

The knife stopped instantly. He immediately took a step closer to Qiuqiu. "What about now? Do I not fit it?"

"You do, but now I’m conquered by Brother Si’s aura. Before, I was purely drawn by your looks."

Did she like that face so much?

He glanced at Qiuqiu, deciding inwardly that from now on, he would only put on that face if he had enough leverage! Hmph!

This casual banter was just their everyday routine. But this routine was enough to shock the people outside the door all over again. Before Jiang Qiuqiu arrived, Mo Si’s expression had barely changed while cooking in the kitchen. He had only paused briefly to zone out after finishing each dish.

But after Qiuqiu came in, his expressions became incredibly rich.

Frowning, smiling, chuckling—he cycled through all sorts of smiles, along with looks of helplessness and joy, switching expressions a dozen or twenty times in a single minute.

The onlookers thought, "They’re quite a match... If this is what dating is like, I suddenly want to be in a relationship. It’s pretty nice. I’m starting to get jealous."

The meal hadn’t even started, but watching the couple for too long made them feel completely stuffed on second-hand sweetness.

After suffering such a blow to their single hearts, their desire to gossip plummeted. They decided to scatter and eat the pastries Qiuqiu had brought.

Mo Chengyu, the little foodie, went over as well. However, she didn’t forget to bring some over to the kitchen. She brought mung bean cakes, and since Qiuqiu was getting a little hungry, she took a big bite.

MMM.

The cold, soft, and sandy mung bean cake had a dense consistency, but the moment it entered her mouth, it instantly melted away like a liquid center. Without too much sugar, it wasn’t overly sweet or cloying. Instead, the refreshing fragrance of mung beans completely took over her palate.

The light scent wafted through the air.

Mo Si stopped chopping vegetables.

"What’s wrong?" Qiuqiu asked him after swallowing the mung bean cake.

"I’m hungry too."

Qiuqiu was speechless.

"Who are you trying to fool?" she said. "Given your appetite, you ate so much for lunch and didn’t have any physical training this afternoon. While cooking burns some energy, you were at least eighty percent full. It’s only half past five—it’s not time for you to be hungry yet. Were you drawn in by the smell of the mung bean cake? Do you want a piece?"

"Yes, I want to eat the mung bean cake, and I’m hungry too."

Hearing this, Qiuqiu picked up a square mung bean cake and offered it to him.

"You eat this piece first," Mo Si said, gently pushing her hand back.

Oh, those familiar words. A hint of amusement flashed in Qiuqiu’s eyes.