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Mo Xuan looked at his wife, who was now looking at him with teary eyes. This caused a sour feeling to rise in Mo Xuan's heart. Stretching out his hand, he wiped away the tears at the corner of Qian Ning's eyes. "From now on, no one is allowed to cry."

Qian Ning rolled her eyes at Mo Xuan as she lifted her hand to wipe her tears. Unexpectedly, Qian Ning's hands were covered in flour. It was fine if she didn't wipe them, but once she did, her face became even more red. Mo Xuan chuckled as he pulled Qian Ning's hand. He said in a low voice, "Don't wipe it off. Go wash up." Today, your husband will cook for you. "Is that good?"

Qian Ning looked at Mo Xuan in shock. "How can that be? Do you think the food I make isn't tasty?" Qian Ning remembered that when her father and mother left the Tong Family, Qian Ning cooked for the first time. However, Tong Qianqian, Tong Han, and Mo Xuan drank half a bucket of water. Thinking about this, Qian Ning pouted her lips and lowered her head. She didn't dare to look into Mo Xuan's eyes.

When Mo Xuan saw how Qian Ning looked, he recalled what happened back then. Looking at the grieving look on the little wife in front of him, Mo Xuan moved a chair over and said, "I'll accompany you here."

Only then did Qian Ning regain her senses. A pair of peach blossom eyes smiled like crescent moons. The dimples were faintly discernible on her face, making Qian Ning even more charming and seductive.

The first meal of the wedding, we must make noodles, and also eat it, so that there is a good meaning. For a long time.

Qian Ning made noodles as she thought about their future lives. Her heart felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey. Shortly after, Qian Ning seemed to have thought of something as she looked curiously at Mo Xuan, who was staring at her.

Their eyes met, and Qian Ning's face turned red as she lowered her head. Mo Xuan didn't know what his wife was thinking. At this moment, Mo Xuan was waiting for Qian Ning to say it herself. After a long while, Qian Ning raised her head to look at Mo Xuan as she bit her lips. "Husband, how much can you eat?"

When Mo Xuan heard this, he was stunned for a moment. Then, he recalled his appetite and Qian Ning's culinary skills. "No matter how much you do, I'll eat."

Qian Ning turned around shyly, "Smooth talker." At this point, he felt that it was funny.

"Master, there's no more firewood. Go and chop some firewood." Qian Ning came back to her senses and wiped the flour off her hands with her apron.

Without another word, Mo Xuan walked into the courtyard, carrying a huge pile of firewood with him. Qian Ning was stunned, "They're already done?"

Mo Xuan put down the firewood in his hands and clapped his hands. He looked at his wife and said, "Before the wedding, big brother and sister-in-law came to tell me. I used to just fill my stomach. "

He then saw Qian Ning lower her head, "Husband, I feel that Qian Ning is a burden. Husband, you don't have to work so hard. My appetite is small, so I can't eat a lot. "

Looking at the wronged expression on Qian Ning's face, Mo Xuan squatted down and started to light a fire. "Now that I've married you, you'll be my wife. Eat as much as you want. I can afford it. "

"Husband, we don't need much money. It's enough as long as we can eat our fill and wear warm clothes. The house does not need to be too big, as long as we have one room, we will be able to live a peaceful life together. " Qian Ning knelt beside Mo Xuan and placed her hands on his powerful arms.

Mo Xuan looked at Qian Ning in a daze. His heart felt like it was being held by a warm stove. Mo Xuan raised both of Qian Ning's hands and said, "Since that's the case, why did you seek death in the first place?"

As expected, Mo Xuan asked. How would Qian Ning reply to that? Could she say that she had died once? If he were to say what Mo Xuan would think of him. Not to mention, he was married. No, she couldn't say.

Before waiting for Qian Ning's reply, Mo Xuan shook his head and said, "I forgot. I'm twelve years older than you. A person like you, in your twenties and eighties, married a man who was a disciple of my family. I'm so much older than you ?"

After Qian Ning heard this, she shook her head like a rattle drum, "No, it's not like that. "I, I don't mind you."

Mo Xuan looked at Qian Ning who was bowing her head to his arms and continued, "My mother said that when a man grows up, he will always love his wife. He couldn't bear to let his wife suffer. So I'm willing to marry you. As long as we can be together and reach the end of our lives, that's enough. "

As Mo Xuan listened, he lifted Qian Ning's little face. Qian Ning's face was burning from Mo Xuan's stare. Just as Mo Xuan was about to kiss his wife, he saw Qian Ning suddenly stand up. She was caught off guard and knocked against his chin. Mo Xuan frowned slightly in pain.

Qian Ning didn't seem to notice Mo Xuan as she hurriedly placed the noodles into the pot. "The water's already boiling, so you didn't call for me."

Mo Xuan shook his head helplessly. "I didn't see it either."

"Alright, alright. You can go now. The kitchen was not a place for men. Leave this place to me, you can go and wait for dinner. " Qian Ning pushed Mo Xuan's back.

Mo Xuan followed Qian Ning's movements and walked to the door. However, he stopped and said, "I'll go clean up the table. Wait a moment, I'll carry the food. I'll be careful not to burn you."

Qian Ning nodded her head like a chick pecking rice grains, "I understand."

Sensing Mo Xuan's concern, Qian Ning smiled like a flower. Indeed, this was something she had never experienced before. So it turned out that she could also be spoiled and loved like this. She was very confident that she would spend the rest of her life with Mo Xuan. No matter how bitter her future life was, Qian Ning was confident that she wouldn't leave Mo Xuan.

Thinking about this, Qian Ning took out a few eggs and beat them into the pot. Qian Ning didn't dare stir them up because she wanted to leave the eggs to her husband. Mo Xuan's body wasn't very broad, and his slender body made him look too thin and frail. Qian Ning's heart ached for her husband. She wanted nothing more than to stuff all the meat she brought from her family into Mo Xuan's stomach. However, the newlywed couple would definitely finish their meal on the first day. Thinking of this, Qian Ning resisted her own thoughts.

Qian Ning placed the whole egg into Mo Xuan's bowl and sprinkled some sesame oil on the noodles.

Mo Xuan had walked in at an unknown time, and seeing that his wife was about to carry the food, he hurriedly walked up to her and grabbed the bowl before Qian Ning could. "Take the chopsticks and leave this to me. Be careful not to burn you."

Hearing these words, Qian Ning felt an indescribable sweetness in her heart. She took out two pairs of chopsticks from the chopsticks cage and carefully wiped them.

When Mo Xuan arrived at the dining table, he looked at Qian Ning who was standing at the side. He frowned slightly as he stared at her with a puzzled expression, "Why don't you sit down and eat?"

Only then did Qian Ning suddenly remember that this place wasn't her old mansion, this was her home. Thinking of this, Qian Ning wanted to cry, but there were no tears. She gave a self-deprecating smile and said, "Sir, please sit."

Mo Xuan smiled as he pulled Qian Ning's hand, allowing her to sit beside him. "Quickly eat."

Qian Ning took the chopsticks from Mo Xuan and looked at the bowl in front of her. "Why did you give all of your noodles to me? I can't finish them all."

Mo Xuan looked at Qian Ning before asking, "You can't even finish a bowl of rice?"

Qian Ning nodded, "I can't finish all of them. They said that the first meal of a newlyweds had to be done with noodles, or else it would be unlucky. "

Mo Xuan paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "If you can't finish, give me the rest. I ate them all. "

"But, hubby, won't you dislike me?" Qian Ning thought back to her previous life in the palace. She knew that if she couldn't finish her food, she would throw it away. No one wanted to eat the leftovers of others. As he thought of this, he lowered his head even more.