Mo Li also felt that he had struck too hard, and was quite upset.
He silently opened the handcuffs for An Xiaoqi, and even instinctively wanted to reach out to wipe the blood stains on An Xiaoqi's chin.
An Xiaoqi pushed his hand away, wiped it clean, and turned her head to the side
What are you doing hypocritically?
Mo Li endured it and didn't have another attack. He got up and walked out.
After a while, a neatly dressed middle-aged woman walked in. She carried a large tray with four dishes, one soup and fragrant steamed rice.
Middle-aged women are called Wu Ma by the Mohists
Wu Ma has served the Mo family for many years. She is considered by Mo Li to be the kindest servant and the most delicious cook.
An Xiaoqi was so hungry that she had no strength to speak, but she sat motionless
Wu Ma placed the food in front of An Xiaoqi and said enthusiastically: "Miss An, please have a meal!"
"Did Mo Li ask you to bring the food in?"
"Master Mo specially asked me to make it for you."
"Take it out! I won't eat it!" An Xiaoqi hated Mo Li.
"Master Mo said, this meal is free!" Mother Wu comforted her.
Bah! Is this charity?
An Xiaoqi lay down on the bed, covered her head in the blanket, and ignored Wu Ma.
"Miss An, eat something quickly. Master Mo, you said you haven't eaten for several meals. If you don't eat, you will get sick..." Mother Wu persuaded from the side.
An Xiaoqi just ignored it
It would be better to starve to death so as not to see that pervert again!
Seeing that An Xiaoqi had been ignoring her, Wu's mother had no choice but to say: "Miss An, you can rest for a while before eating. I put the food here!"
After she finished speaking, she left quietly
The house became quiet
An Xiaoqi really fell asleep
When I woke up, it was already dark
Mother Wu has already come to deliver the second meal
She knocked on the door, but An Xiaoqi ignored her, so she walked in, turned on the light, and said, "Miss An, let's eat."
When she saw the last meal lying there intact, she was stunned for a moment
"Miss An, you didn't eat?" She looked at An Xiaoqi's haggard face worriedly and said, "If you continue like this, you will get sick!"
An Xiaoqi lay with her eyes open, saying nothing.
"Ms. An, does the food I cook not suit your taste?"
"Miss An, tell me what you like to eat, and I'll make it again now."