Worth it

  Mantou was very angry and didn't go to eat lunch or dinner. Mo Chou stood outside the door with a tray for two rounds, ate a closed-door meal at noon and left, and stood there in the evening, determined to stick it out to the end.

  The cicada hummed until bedtime, and she had no choice but to open the door. No matter what, she was sleeping in her room, while a boy stood outside, which felt somewhat strange.

  Mo Xu put the bowls and plates on the table one by one, carefully observing Zhen Zhu's expression, and cautiously advised, "He has never kept anyone before. This is his first time, he has no experience, don't blame him."

  The dishes on the table were fresh and elegant, without any heavy colors, all light and delicate. Mo Xian looked at them and picked up her chopsticks to taste. Even if she was still angry, she could only accept her fate now, after all, the railway had been destroyed.

  "This is really delicious, what is it?"

  Mò zhān (a name) pursed her lips and refused to speak.

  Misty cicada tasted each dish in turn, nodding seriously, "Really delicious. Are these all wild flavors from your mountain?"

  Mo Chou's cheeks flushed red, "Yes, they were all personally picked by Young Master himself from the tree."

  "What's going on?" Meng Xiang choked back, suddenly having a bad premonition in her heart. "Mo Chou, quickly tell me what this is all about!"

  Mo Chou's face turned white, "...... Cicada."

  "Ugh——" Mo Ze covered her mouth and rushed out, squatting under the rose trellis to retch.

  Hawthorn bloomed like a rainbow, with the national color and heavenly fragrance of peonies, but also more wild and genuine than peonies. The cicada knew that she was squatting here vomiting, which was especially unforgivable to the hawthorn flowers, so she still tried her best to hold back, swaying and standing up, turning her head to glare fiercely at Mo Xie's door.

  Misty cicada kicked open the door and rushed in, "Xia Moye, what do you want to do? Blocking my way and not letting me leave, is this how you want to disgust me?"

  Only after shouting did he see that he was actually facing the mirror, holding a cotton swab to apply medicine to himself. On his face, neck, back, and arms, there were many small red scars like little bugs crawling all over him.

  Mo Xu followed quietly behind, "We're not very good at climbing trees. He did all this to catch those insects for you..."

  Meng Chuan's heart suddenly tightened, "This is also a case of being full and looking for trouble! Clearly, it was meant to disgust me with the insect, but instead, they ended up losing their rice while trying to steal the chicken!"

  His eyes narrowed, staring at her coldly from the mirror. Mo Xiu was startled and pulled on Meng Zhen's sleeve, "...... it's you who forgot, your favorite food."

  "What?" Meng Cui was stunned, "I love eating cicadas?" Who's talking nonsense?

  Mo Xie seemed to glare at Mo Xu, who quickly lowered her head and carefully explained, "The day you just arrived, the first meal, you said it was delicious. The fern dish had fried cicadas in it."

  The first meal was the one she had with Mo Xie. She remembered that he seemed to be picking at his food listlessly, not eating much, but gazing intently at her sated expression.

  It's unknown what happened, but Meng Xiang's heart felt like it had been poked by someone. She bit her lip and said in a huff, "Then I won't eat anymore. Don't do this again, it's not worth it."

  She thought it wasn't worth getting all these injuries just for a few bugs.

  "It's worth it."

  He gazed at her slowly from the mirror and then looked away.