When Mo Jiu returned home, the first thing he did was to look at the bedroom, but Yama Luo was nowhere to be seen.
A feeling of depression suddenly welled up in his heart. He caught the sound coming from behind him and turned around quickly. He saw Yan Luo still wearing the black robe with a circle of foam on his lips. He was brushing his teeth and looking at him with some doubts.
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"What's wrong..." Yama Luo said vaguely.
Mo Jiu was about to speak but stopped.
It's just that until now, it's difficult for him to completely accept the fact that Yama exists. As long as he doesn't see her for the first time, he thinks that she has returned to his original world.
Then he would be alone again...
It will be very lonely.
Mo Jiu was silent for a moment, then smiled slightly at Yan Luo: "It's nothing. You learn very quickly."
If her clothes weren't so weird, her behavior at the moment would really look like she had lived here for a long time.
In fact, she has only been in this world for one day.
Mo Jiu felt that people were indeed more emotional than rational at night, and he actually let a woman from another world live here.
But looking at Yama's lips dyed white... he had no regrets.
Mo Jiu walked into the kitchen with a smile and said to Yan Luo: "Sit on the sofa after washing."
Yan Luo did not obey. Mo Jiu was cutting green onions when he saw a head sneaking in from outside the door.
Mo Jiu couldn't help but laugh. It was really funny that Yama, who was 1.8 meters tall, did this.
"What's the matter?"
After being discovered, Yan Luo stopped poking around and stood there, looking at Mo Jiu or the boiling pot in front of him. He didn't know whether he was staring at Mo Jiu or the boiling pot in front of him: "What are you doing?"
"Cooking, cooking noodles." Mo Jiu was surprised, what's the problem?
Even if you don’t follow the world, you can tell at a glance when cooking, right?
Oh, maybe she is the eldest lady of some family, and she has never seen a stove in Dalian since she was a child.
Yama nodded slightly.
Although this man is different from normal men in some concepts, he still knows the most important skills.
How could Mo Jiu know that just by eating two bowls of noodles, he would become a good husband and father in the eyes of Yama Luo?
He lives alone and doesn't cook for himself, so why not order takeout? He thought that would be easy and simple, but he didn't have the money.
Mo Jiu filled a bowl of noodles and handed it to Yan Luo first: "Bring it to the table. Do you know the table?"
This makes no sense, I don’t know.
These words revealed a hint of distrust towards her. Yama took the bowl of noodles and took the other bowl away.
Mo Jiu, who was preparing to serve the second bowl of noodles:???
"Come back here!"
Yama ignored it. This man was very stubborn in this matter, but even if she lost her memory, she still had the impression that a man should not do this kind of thing. What if she accidentally spilled it and burned him?
?
Why are the contents of these two bowls different?
Mo Jiu chased after him angrily and took back the bowl that only contained soup: "I haven't even put the noodles on it yet, I don't know why I brought it out!"
Yama, who was about to claim credit: "..."
After a minor commotion, Yama sat down on the sofa with a calm face, pretending that nothing happened.
Her cheeks were slightly warm. She seemed to understand this emotion. Was it embarrassment?
Well, as long as she doesn't feel embarrassed, then this isn't it!
Mo Jiu came out and looked at Yan Luo with a somewhat speechless look.
She is really a young lady, she doesn’t even understand this common sense.
Facing Yama's gray pupils, he patted his head and then remembered that she sometimes couldn't see.
Isn't it normal for her to be sent by her parents to serve her in this situation? It's not strange to raise a young lady who doesn't even understand this.
It's just that her words and actions always make him forget that she has a problem with her eyes.
Mo Jiu couldn't say anything more to Yama, even if it was just to complain, he handed her a pair of chopsticks: "Eat, breakfast is simpler."
This was the first time that Mo Jiu made breakfast for someone other than himself, and he was a little nervous. He made it by himself, and even if it tasted bad, he was used to eating it all the time. But he didn't know whether Yan Luo thought it tasted good or not.
Mo Jiu lowered his head and pretended to eat the noodles. In fact, he was stirring the noodles with his chopsticks and didn't eat any noodles.
After a while, he thought it was almost done, so he raised his head and asked naturally: "How... does it taste, eh?"
I saw Yan Luo holding his chopsticks and staring at the bowl of noodles in front of him with a serious expression.
Mo Jiu couldn't help but open her mouth wide and said in disbelief: "You can't..." You can't even use chopsticks, right?
What kind of family are you, the eldest lady in the family, where you have to be fed by others?
"Of course I will." Yan Luo said calmly, his cheeks turning slightly red.
She really doesn't know how.
Fortunately, her face was not usually rosy. Now she was blushing due to embarrassment, and Mo Jiu only thought it was an ordinary blush.
Yan Luo glanced at Mo Jiu quietly, imitated his gesture of holding chopsticks, and picked up the chopsticks.
Mo Jiu breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he thought she didn't even know how to do this.
He doesn't have the ability to find servants for her to serve her. The most he can do is feed her...
Mo Jiu was silent. When he came up with this idea, he actually got excited again.
"Eat quickly, or the noodles will become lumpy." Mo Jiu tried to make her tone as natural as possible.
However, Yama was in trouble again. She actually didn't know where to start.
Her subconscious told her that she seemed not to eat?
But Mo Jiu was so surprised that she couldn't hold chopsticks. If he knew that she didn't eat, he would be panicked, right?
In order not to make this man afraid, Yama decided to make a sacrifice, picked up a chopstick, and put it into his mouth.
Mo Jiu's cheeks twitched slightly, but she didn't need to eat his face with a generous death expression...
Yama was stunned. After one gulp, a warm current came out of her stomach.
For her, this was a feeling she had never experienced before. She had never felt this kind of warmth from the inside out, whether it was now when she had lost her memory or in the past when she had not lost her memory.
It was as if she could truly be considered a human being after eating this mouthful of noodles.
Yama remained silent and ate the second chopstick.
Mo Jiu wanted to say, don't just eat it, comment on the taste. He felt very unsure now!
But seeing that he, Yama, kept eating, he didn't say anything to disturb her.
And this seems to mean that she likes her own noodles, right?
Yes, it's just a bowl of noodles, and there's nothing technical about it. At most, he makes it taste good, and her taste is similar to his.
Thinking like this, Mo Jiu finally moved his chopsticks.
There was no sound of talking here anymore, only the gentle sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks.
But after Mo Jiu finished finishing the bowl of noodles, he looked at Yan Luo and did not see her face, because she was picking up the bowl and drinking all the soup in it.