The color is bright, the interior is tender and smooth, and can be broken by blowing. I have to say that the egg custard she made is very appetizing.
Just in time, he felt his belly was empty, so he took the bowl from her hand without hesitation, scooped out a spoonful and put it into his mouth.
The fragrant sweetness filled his mouth, and his thick eyebrows stretched, and he could see a hint of smile.
The woman stared blankly at the empty palms, and saw that he was eating so happily. The previous doubts disappeared, and she felt indescribably satisfied.
"Eat slowly. It's not enough. There's still more in the pot. By the way... what's your name? Do you remember where you live?"
The movement of the man's hand paused, but he continued to eat without raising his eyes, his eyes shining with a meaningless light.
Seeing that he didn't want to talk to him, the woman didn't feel angry either. She knew that the other party didn't completely trust her, so she introduced herself to him.
"My name is Nanzhi, and I am an ordinary country girl. When I went down the mountain a few days ago, I saw that you were seriously injured, so I rescued you. Don't think too much about it. I have no other intentions. I just saw that you were wearing armor. Obviously you have
Forgive me for my shallow literature and lack of knowledge, but I just want to contact you and take you back. They will definitely look for you after being out for a long time, not to mention that the conditions here are poor and not conducive to your recovery."
The man swallowed the last spoonful and put it into the bowl, making a clanking sound. He raised his head and met her eyes steadily, and for a moment he opened his mouth.
"Are you human?"
"What? I...am originally...a human being."
Nanzhi was confused by his question, and she managed to cope with it in a confused manner. Why did she feel that this old uncle was so weird, and she couldn't understand what he meant at all.
"Ha...that's it. It's impossible for you to contact my family."
The man picked up a cloth and wiped the corners of his lips and put it aside, giving her a faint glance.
"You can't find it."
"Oh, I see."
Nanzhi narrowed her eyes and smiled with a somewhat sad expression.
"That doesn't matter, then you should tell me your name."
"My name is Mo Li. The ink of the ink pen, the Li of the dawn."
Mo Li knew that she didn't know a few Chinese characters, but he still kindly reminded her to avoid making a joke.
"Mo Li? This name is really nice."
Nanzhi chewed his name carefully and kept repeating it. She couldn't help but feel that people with literary talents are different, and their names are all so philosophical.
"Cough cough... cough cough..."
While she was immersed, a sudden sound broke the peace. The woman woke up instantly, turned around and left with a changed expression.
"Broken! How could I forget him!"
Nanzhi hurriedly picked up his clothes and stepped out of the threshold, leaving Mo Li alone, full of confusion.
Is there anyone else in her family?
Is he a wounded person like him? If so, I don't know whether this person is an enemy or a friend.
After much deliberation, I must recover from my injuries as soon as possible and return to the ghost world before my identity is discovered by the enemy.
After Nanzhi cleaned up everything, he remembered that he had not washed Mo Li yet, so he rubbed his forehead nervously, secretly cursing himself for being too careless, and quickly walked to the door with a basin of water and knocked softly a few times.
"Old man, have you gone to bed?"
"…………"
Mo Li pursed his thin lips in anger, and the veins on his forehead bulged faintly with the call from outside the door. He really didn't want to respond to that woman, why did she still call him that when he told her his name?
Not only does her brain not work well, but her eyesight is also damaged?