Chapter 2966: Her Pride

Mo Xier stared at him for a long time, probably realizing that her gaze might make people think too much, so she withdrew it uncomfortably, calmed her face, and greeted him first, "You're back!"

"Yeah." Qing Muchen responded to her lightly, and walked towards her step by step with his slender legs.

Standing opposite her, pulling out a chair, sitting down, he looked at the food on the table.

"Waiting for me?"

"It's just that I don't have much appetite today." Mo Xier pulled the corner of her mouth and answered lightly.

"Really?" Qing Muchen didn't refute her words, but just said lightly.

"Yes, when preparing lunch, I tried a little bit of everything, and I was full without realizing it." Mo Xier raised her face and added another sentence, as if she was afraid that he would misunderstand.

She spoke a little fast, as if she was afraid that he would think too much.

While speaking, she was staring at him secretly.

Qing Muchen's face had frozen because of her previous words, but after hearing her next words, it slowly relaxed.

"What did I say?" His thin lips pursed into an invisible arc, and his words were lightly teasing, "Miss Mo, don't rush to explain."

Mo Xier looked embarrassed.

"..."

"Are these prepared for yourself?" Qing Muchen's eyes swept across the plates on the table one by one, and asked slowly again.

Mo Xier was afraid that she would make things worse, so she simply didn't deny it this time.

"No, there are two people eating at home, so it's naturally prepared for two people. One is also prepared, and two are also prepared, by the way."

"Is it prepared for me?" Qing Muchen asked again in a different way.

Mo Xier was speechless by his question.

What she just said seems to be different from what he meant, right?

"No, I mean..." She was a little embarrassed and wanted to explain again eagerly.

However, when the words came to her lips, she held them back.

Forget it, misunderstanding is misunderstanding.

What does it matter if he thinks so?

As long as he is happy.

"Let's eat!" Without getting hung up on this issue, Mo Xier picked up her cutlery and started eating.

By now, she had actually been hungry.

When eating, she didn't care about her image. She held a knife in one hand and a fork in the other and ate heartily.

Qing Muchen, who was sitting opposite, glanced at her secretly.

Looking at her eating with relish, the arc of his lips rose a little higher.

You have eaten so much, and you say you have no appetite?

Qing Muchen actually had no appetite today.

He didn't plan to go back to the villa for dinner. When he was in the office, Qing Qingchen had already sent him his lunch.

However, thinking that she was still here, he didn't know how she would solve the problem of lunch alone. He hesitated for a while and finally came over.

He had breakfast late, and when he came over, he really had no appetite.

However, looking at Mo Xier like this, his tasteless appetite suddenly improved as if it had been added with various seasonings.

These things were specially made by her for him.

A woman who was nominally called his wife prepared them for him!

Inexplicably, Qing Muchen felt a little proud.

She waited for him in her and his home, and even made soup for him!

The corners of Qing Muchen's lips rose slowly, and he cut a small piece of her fried fish fillet in a very good mood.

"The food is cold." He said lightly as soon as he took a bite.

His tone was not a complaint, but a bit of pleasure.