Mo Liuxi paused for a few seconds, then frowned and responded with, âOf course there is a difference. An Ningâs congee wonât taste the same.â
Yan Su blinked. He seemed to be right.
She thought for a moment, then replied saying, âIt will eventually.â
Mo Liuxi didnât know what to say, but lowered his head, and ate the congee silently.
He found that she was pretty good at cooking, the first time he ate her food.
âYour sister makes good congee as well.â Yan Su thought he was simply into congee. âBut she rarely cooks since she became pregnant.â
âEm.â Mo Liuxi responded absent-mindedly. âNian Junting wonât let her cook for me.â
One time she peeled his shrimp for him, but after that, Nian Junting started to see him as a pain in the ass.
Yan Su agreed with him. âItâs alright,â she said. âYou can ask An Ning to make it for you.â
Mo Liuxi felt annoyed again. He focused on the congee.
After finishing the first bowl of congee, he asked for the second. When he started his third bowl, Yan Su couldnât help but remind him, âMaybe you should save some for me?â
âI thought one bowl of congee would be enough for a girl,â Mo Liuxi replied confusedly. âBesides, you never seem to have a good appetite.â
Yan Su sighed silently.
Yes, compared to you and your sister, I do have a poor appetite, she thought.
She didnât need the last bowl of congee. She was just unhappy that Mo Liuxi always acted like a close friend when he was eating her food, despite the bad attitude that he had been giving her.
âHave a steamed bun if youâre still hungry.â Mo Liuxi pushed the steamed buns toward her.
Yan Su stayed silent. She didnât want his steamed bun.
At last, she let him have as much congee as he wanted.
After breakfast, Mo Liuxi conveniently washed the dishes. Before leaving, he said in a bland tone, âThank you for your hospitality. To apologize to you, Iâll bring deep-fried dough sticks, shrimp dumplings, and carrot cakes tomorrow morning. You can make another congee. How about beef congee?â
Yan Su didnât see that coming. âThank you,â she said. âI didnât show you any hospitality. And you donât need to apologize to me. You can have your breakfast alone tomorrow.â
Mo Liuxi knitted his brows and said, âIâll buy you so much food. You wonât suffer any loss.â
âYou were mean to me,â Yan Su complained. âYouâll only be nice to me when you want some congee, and youâll be mean as ever when you donât want congee. What do you think I am?â
Mo Liuxi stared at her angry face, then abruptly burst into laughter. âI get it. Youâre still angry because I said Nian Xi is prettier than you when you tried on the bridesmaidâs dress, and because I took your red envelopes at the wedding, right?â
Yan Suâs face reddened.
If she admitted it, he might think that she likes to be complimented and that she loves money.
If she denied it, she might seem dishonest.
Mo Liuxi thought for a moment, then said. âThose are just some little things. How about this; Iâll take you to dinner someday, and then weâll be even?â
Yan Su responded helplessly saying, âItâs just some congee. Do you have to do that? Is the congee even good?â
Mo Liuxi spent a few minutes thinking, then told the truth. âActually, itâs not so good. It just... it tastes like my imaginary motherâs congee.â
Yan Su didnât know what to say. She was not his mother.
You didnât need to be so honest, she thought, You couldâve just told me that it was delicious. I mightâve said yes.
âGo and ask Aunty Mo to cook for you then,â she said.
âDidnât you hear what I said? I said imaginary momâs food. My real mother cooks awful food.â Mo Liuxi frowned, as he recalled his motherâs food.
âI donât make congee every day. Today was an accident. Your sister gave me her meal card. She still has over ten-thousand yuan on it. It would be a waste if I canât spend it all.â Yan Su said.