Incurable Chapter 7 Part 1

Liu Qianxiu didn’t notice what Wan Mu said. Mu Wan looked up at him. When he met her gaze, he put the milk bottle aside and exited the cat’s room.

He has a clear mind and little desire. Mu Wan estimated that he couldn’t access the internet, so he shouldn’t be aware of this old stalk type.

After Liu Qianxiu left, Mu Wan also left the cat’s room. He made dinner for her. As a courtesy, she should go to the kitchen to help. As soon as Mu Wan left the cat’s room, she saw Zhou Yi sitting in front of the kitchen door.

Zhou Yi’s body was pitch black, its fur was shiny, and he had the calm and lazy feeling of a mature cat. It’s getting dark, and the kitchen lights are on. When Zhou Yi turned his back, he looked like a cat in the mountains and forests, with a hint of wildness in his golden eyes.

Seeing Mu Wan coming, Zhou Yi called out in a long tone, like a high mountain bamboo forest at night.

In ancient times, Xuan Mao (mysterious cats) were used to ward off evil spirits. However, in modern times, they are gradually distorted into unknowns and disasters, rarely raised by people. Liu Qianxiu is worthy of being an outstanding man of cultivation.

With Zhou Yi’s cry, Liu Qianxiu, who was busy in the kitchen, looked back. He is tall and straight, with long legs. When he turned his back, his hands were on the kitchen counter, waiting for the noodles in the pot to cook.

The steam curled up, making the man’s black eyes concealed in the white mist, and Mu Wan felt a faint mist-like chill like in the morning.

Even in the smoke and flames kitchen, Liu Qianxiu did not get any insolence. He was just still like an immortal.

“It’s very docile.” Liu Qianxiu said.

The person and the cat looked at her, one with dark eyes and the other with golden eyes. Mu Wan looked at them, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

“I am not afraid.” Mu Wan bent over and placed her hands on her knees. The room was full of air-conditioning, but she was a little hot. She didn’t rush to touch Zhou Yi. She just looked at it and asked: “How long have you raised it?”

“One year.” Liu Qianxiu said, “I raised it since it was born.”

Mu Wan looked up, her eyes clear, and said: “The kitten room in the cat’s room you have used before?”

“Yeah.” Liu Qianxiu said.

“There are many orphan cats.” She retracted her gaze and said with emotion, “Is it also found in the hospital?”

Liu Qianxiu turned around and looked at Zhou Yi, squatting on the ground, and said, “No, besides the Taoist temple.”

Mu Wan always knew that Liu Qianxiu was a Taoist, but when she heard Liu Qianxiu talk about Taoism, Mu Wan still had goosebumps on her arm.

Faith is always awe-inspiring.

Mu Wan didn’t ask anymore. She looked at the bamboo chopsticks in Liu Qianxiu’s hand and straightened her body.

“Do you need help?”

“Not needed.” Liu Qianxiu finished speaking, then he turned around and gently stirred the long noodles in the pot with bamboo chopsticks in his hand. His actions were skillful, and his posture was noble.

Liu Qianxiu’s kitchen is large and island-shaped. The washing area faces the door, the storage area is on the left, and the cooking area is on the right. In the kitchen’s center, a dining table with a marble countertop and high stools tucked in is neat and clean. The kitchen utensils should be complete, brand new, and tidy, demonstrating the owner’s high degree of self-discipline and control.

Despite Liu Qianxiu’s refusal, Mu Wan still walked over. When she arrived at the kitchen counter, her eyes lit up, and she smiled: “Yang Chun noodles are delicious.”

He can see that she is a little hungry. She put her hands on her waist and clamped her arms back. This posture made the butterfly bones in the dark green vest look like they were blooming.

She stood not far away from him. Under the rolling water, there were long and thin noodles. Liu Qianxiu stirred the bamboo chopsticks in his hand and said, “There is no lard, so I use sesame oil.”

Yang Chun noodles are supposed to be made using lard. After freezing, put a spoonful in the bottom of the bowl and pour it with the broth, giving it a delicious aroma.

Mu Wan raised her head and smiled at Liu Qianxiu. Mu Wan knew he avoided this food, so she said, “The sesame oil is also quite good, and I’m not a picky eater.”

After Mu Wan spoke, Liu Qianxiu looked over, and the two looked at each other, but Mu Wan looked away.

She turned to look at the noodles soup, and the steam was heating. It made her hair curl under her reddish ears and calmed her.

Liu Qianxiu retracted his gaze, twisted the fire off, and said, “Okay.”

As soon as he stopped talking, Mu Wan held the bowl and handed it over. In a bowl in front of him, Mu Wan’s slender and white fingers clasped it like white jade. She was skilled at her movements; the two seemed to eat together a lot, and their gestures were tacit understanding.

Liu Qianxiu took over the bowl, and the long, thin noodles spread like white flowers at the bottom of the light brown bowl.

While holding the bowl of noodles, Mu Wan pulled out a high stool and sat opposite Liu Qianxiu. She took the chopsticks to the table and stirred the noodles in a bowl. Its strong scent made Mu Wan take a bite, and the taste filled the tip of her tongue. Mu Wan lifted her eyes through the heat to look at Liu Qianxiu, who was on the opposite side.

The Yang Chun noodles made by Liu Qianxiu are just like him, clear, light, and tasty as he is. Liu Daochang, who was initially low-tempered, became alive because of his noodles.

“It’s delicious.” Mu Wan praised.

The man raised his eyes and glanced at her. The bamboo chopsticks in his hand slowly stirred the noodles, and he said calmly: “Eat more.”

After hearing his words, Mu Wan ate two bowls of noodles.

Mu Wan hadn’t eaten with others for a long time. She doesn’t have many broadcasts each week, and the time for filming is usually only three or four days. The rest of the time, she is at her home. Mu Wan skips breakfast skips breakfast almost every day, orders takeout food for lunch, and eats out at a stall for dinner.

Mu Wan ate the takeout for lunch alone, feeling deserted. When she went out for dinner in the stall, it was full of people, lively and polarized. But It’s rare to see such a scene now.

Two people are sitting opposite. Each person held a bowl of noodles, and they occasionally spoke. The tableware and chopsticks inadvertently touched each other and made a slight sound. The sound was like a chime that had been sealed for a long time and rang again.

Mu Wan drank the noodles soup until it was clean and her stomach full. It filled another place simultaneously, but she didn’t remember what it was.

After eating, Mu Wan didn’t bother Liu Qianxiu anymore and took a taxi back home.

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