17、Don't worry if there's no man

  Upon learning that Mo Xie was ill, Wu Ze also softened his heart. At dinner time, facing Mo Xie, he didn't scold him anymore.

  He must have been in a state of illness when he said and did such outrageous things to her at the small station platform - who can be like that normally?!

  "Third Uncle, why didn't you come for dinner?" Mochen took the initiative to talk to Mo Xie.

  He twirled a pair of ebony chopsticks with ivory inlays in his hand, picked at the ferns on his plate as if uninterested, and said, "Let's go up the mountain."

  "Oh."

  Mò Xiǎo is focused on eating. Third Uncle said he wants to tidy up the mountain goods, it seems that they usually live in the mountains too, so they are not strict with Mò Xiǎo's upbringing.

  "It's so delicious!" Mo Xiao picked up a mouthful of fiddlehead ferns from the plate with her chopsticks and took a bite, instantly filling her mouth with a refreshing fragrance that made her exclaim out loud.

  It's really true that the flavor of this wild vegetable is in a different league from those pre-packaged, preserved mountain vegetables sold at supermarkets back home. Savoring it carefully, my teeth and tongue seem to feel the gentle breeze of the mountains flowing through.

  Mo Ye raised his eyes and glanced at her, then lowered his head, his lips seeming to curve up in a subtle smile.

  The two of them finished their meal relatively calmly, and Mo Xian also let out a sigh. No matter what, she had already promised Third Uncle, so she couldn't give up halfway, no matter how difficult it was to get along with Mo Ye, she had to do her best.

  Besides, he is a sick child, and she has added a bit of heartache. In any case, they are all members of the Xia family, and she should give in to him.

  Moxie took the initiative to speak, "You're called Mo Xie, and all the boys in our family have 'Mo' in their names. Can I take a wild guess - does our family also have a Mo Xu?"

  Mo Xun is really too famous, whether it's Li Mo Xun, Wu Mo Xun, or Zhen Huan, they are all big names.

  Mo Ye glanced at her and said, "Yes."

  "Really?" Mo Zei was excited, with both hands clasped together in front of her chest, "Help me introduce myself, I've finally met a live one this time!"

  The octagonal palace lantern hanging above his head seemed to flash for a moment, and he narrowed his eyes, staring at her with eagerness, "You really want to see him that much?"

  "Think, think!" Mò Zhān made an effort to lift the atmosphere, "Please, little Xié."

  Mo Ye choked back a cough, his face flushing bright red as he glared at her. After a while, he finally caught his breath and asked, "You... what did you just call me?"

  "Little evil one." Mò Zhān smiled, winking intimately, "Calling you this way, isn't it more affectionate? Little evil one, we're family, let's not fight anymore, okay?"

  Mo Ye let out another earth-shattering cough. Unbeknownst to him, Zhan Che only saw that the tips of his earlobes had turned red, and against the backdrop of the ancient lamp's shadow, it seemed as though a red coral earring was dangling from them.

  Misty cicada stared blankly ahead, bumping into his dark pupils. "What are you looking at?"

  Foam cicada hastily waved her hand, "Ah, it's nothing. I'm waiting for you to introduce me to Mo Xiu. Little evil spirit, please, okay?"

  Mo Ye gritted his teeth and turned away, this time even his eyelids seemed to have turned red. That thin and delicate skin, stained with rouge, was as captivating as fine porcelain, "Still dare to be coquettish..."

  The cicada's words were cut off, and he felt a bit embarrassed, so he became overbearing again. "We're all relatives, what's the point of being coy with you? Hurry up and call Mo Xiu over, I'm getting impatient."

  He seemed impatient, pushed away his bowl and chopsticks, stood up, and shouted with a cold face towards the outside, "Come in!"

  As soon as the door opened, the handsome young man who had been holding a medicine bottle earlier turned bright red and buried his face in the doorway, looking at Mochen in a fluster.

  Mò Xiāo covered her face, "You... could it be that you're Mò Xīao?!"

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  Don't be sad, you're good at speaking.