Mo Qian said, "Hot noodle soup."
"Sure, I haven't had noodles in such a long time, and I was just craving them tonight." The woman looked at him with a particularly expectant gaze, making Mo Qian unable to refuse. He could only smile and nod.
Aunt Zhu saw Mo Qian walk into the kitchen and directly take ingredients out of the fridge, while Ji Wei stood behind him, covering her mouth and laughing quietly. Understanding the situation, Aunt Zhu tactfully stepped away to give the couple some space.
"Mo Qian, let me help you wash the vegetables."
Ji Wei rolled up her sleeves to grab the greens, but Mo Qian stopped her. He gently pushed her out of the kitchen and settled her on the sofa, saying, "Mrs. Gu doesn't need to do anything; just sit back and wait for the noodles."
Ji Wei simply smiled at him, her eyes curving joyfully into crescents.
Mo Qian couldn't help but be infected by her mood, a faint curve appearing at the corners of his lips.
