Daughter of the prosperous age: Don't pretend to be stupid

Chapter 138: Come to Propose (9)

"Why, haven't seen me for two days, miss me?" Feng Yurong asked solemnly, looking at Mo Wushuang with his deep and dark eyes, afraid of missing her expression.

After two days of not seeing each other, he finally began to understand what the woman in front of him meant to him.

When eating, he would compare every dish with Mo Wushuang's supper, but no matter how exquisite the dishes were made by the cook of Prince Rong's mansion or the imperial chef, he always tasted the same.

The food they cooked was much more delicate than Mo Wushuang's, but it still lacked the taste he wanted.

That warm, bland home-cooked taste.

Before going to bed, he would think of Mo Wushuang yawning, and even when he saw the eaves, he would think of Mo Wushuang practicing qinggong on the roof.

He wants to eat the meal made by Mo Wushuang, he wants to watch Mo Wushuang yawn, he wants to accompany Mo Wushuang to do all the exercises and read books together...

"You know how to exploit me as soon as you come here, what do I think you are doing!" Mo Wushuang shook his head, turned and walked towards the kitchen.

She walked fast and anxiously, as if only in this way could she leave the throbbing in her heart far away.

"I'm going to Subei for disaster relief, it may take a long time to come back." Feng Yurong said after Mo Wushuang, his tone was low.

"I know." Mo Wushuang paused, and continued to walk forward.

She wanted to say something to Feng Yurong, but after thinking about it, Prince Rong and the others must have told her what she wanted to say thousands of times.

It doesn't matter if she says it or not.isn't it?

The two of them remained silent for a while, when they reached the kitchen, Mo Wushuang was about to start a fire, but Feng Yurong took the first step: "I'll do it."

"You know how to make a fire?" Mo Wushuang asked pretending to be surprised, but he was relieved from the bottom of his heart.

The silence just now made her feel a little heavy.

"People who have been traveling for five years, if they don't know how to make a fire, they would have been frozen to death in the wilderness." Feng Yurong said that the fire had already started.

Looking at Feng Yurong, who was dressed in a white brocade robe, and with jade face and snow muscles, calmly lit a fire, Mo Wushuang couldn't help sighing.

Even such an ordinary thing as lighting a fire, Feng Yurong can do it with full of nobility, this person is indeed born to despise others.

"What are you thinking?" Feng Yurong stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Mo Wushuang, with a puzzled look on his face.

He lit the fire, but he didn't see Mo Wushuang move, and then realized that Mo Wushuang was actually distracted.

"Oh, good." Mo Wushuang despised himself secretly, why was he so confused by Feng Yurong again.

A bowl of eight-treasure fermented glutinous rice came out of the pot, and the whole kitchen was filled with a sweet and sour smell. Feng Yurong took a deep breath.

In the past two days, my restless heart immediately settled down.

No matter what happens on the way to Subei, he must come back safely.

Even if it's just, just to drink a bowl of soup made by Mo Wushuang.

"Sweet and sour, fresh fermented glutinous rice soup is ready. Let someone bring it over." Mo Wushuang washed his hands, turned around and was about to go out, but saw Feng Yurong leaning on the door and looking at her with burning eyes.

"When I come back, come and make me supper, okay?" Feng Yurong said, his voice was low and hoarse, with a bit of bewitching/bewitching taste.

Mo Wushuang tried his best to ignore the throbbing in his heart, curled his lips, and pretended to be very unhappy: "Young Lord Rong, do you think I'm your fire girl?"

(End of this chapter)