Coincidentally, the inn where Zhou Mo lived was right next door to Chu Qingwan and the others. Early in the morning, he came to Chu Qingwan with his breakfast, euphemistically calling it a reminiscing about the past.
Both came from the 21st century, and the two of them felt as close as "meeting an old friend in a foreign land". After sitting in the lobby for less than a quarter of an hour, their conversation was even more interesting than last night.
When Mo Jingyu came out, they were missing modern life, talking about things he couldn't understand, such as mobile phones, wireless networks, air conditioners, etc.
He disliked this feeling very much - as if Chu Qingwan and Zhou Mo had a small world, and he was isolated from it.
What made him even more frustrated was that when he arrived beside them, Chu Qingwan didn't even notice his presence and was talking about "flying chicken" excitedly. On the contrary, Zhou Mo noticed him first.
"Your Majesty." Zhou Mo bowed humbly, with a respectful attitude.
Only then did Chu Qingwan turn around, quite surprised: "Hey, you're up. Didn't you say you were a little tired yesterday? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Mo Jingyu glanced at Zhou Mo and said meaningfully: "We sleep together. When you get up, I will wake up naturally."
Chu Qingwan pushed him to the table skillfully: "Did I wake you up?"
Mo Jingyu shook his head, his brows and eyes were gentle: "No problem."
Chu Qingwan pushed the breakfast plate in front of him: "Zhou Mo brought it over and said it was the exclusive secret recipe of the chef next door. Try it quickly."
Mo Jingyu didn't move, and asked warmly: "Wanwan, isn't the food here to your liking?"
Chu Qingwan didn't understand the deep meaning of his words for a while: "It's okay."
Mo Jingyu saw her confused look and simply said more clearly: "People's hearts are sinister. When you go out, you don't want to eat everything anyone gives you."
Chu Qingwan was slightly startled.
Ninety percent of the tableware in the palace is silver, which can detect most poisons. This shows that Mo Jingyu has always been cautious. Now that he is ordered to quell banditry and is surrounded by dangers, he should be even more careful.
Thinking of this, Chu Qingwan said seriously: "I tried it, it's not poisonous."
Mo Jingyu's breath suddenly caught in his chest.
What matters is whether it is poisonous or not?
His point is that it was given by other men!
Chu Qingwan obviously didn't expect this, and noticed that he seemed unhappy again. She said, "Ajing, are you still angry when you wake up?"
Mo Jingyu sighed helplessly, did not answer her question, and instead asked: "Are you full?"
Chu Qingwan said no.
I just chatted with Zhou Mo and didn't take a few bites.
Mo Jingyu took the opportunity to say: "These are cold. Eating them is not good for your health."
After saying this, he ordered everyone to evacuate, and then ordered the inn's kitchen to prepare a table.
Mo Jingyu picked up the chopsticks with one hand and pinched the wide cuff with the other hand, and personally made buns and fried dumplings for Chu Qingwan. As he moved, the red string on his wrist was exposed and kept dazzling in front of Zhou Mo's eyes.
Zhou Mo knew the intention of his move and didn't say anything. He just watched with interest, an unfathomable light flashing across his eyes.
He really didn't expect that Prince Qi, who was rumored not to be a womanizer, would be so possessive of Chu Qingwan. From this point of view, it would be much easier for him to understand what he wanted to know through her.
Zhou Mo picked up the tea and took a sip. The tea cup covered up the flash of calculation at the corner of his mouth.
He didn't stay too long and left after breakfast. Before leaving, he said to Chu Qingwan: "I'll go back and pack up. Wait for me."
After saying this, without waiting for Chu Qingwan to respond, he waved his hand and walked out the door.
Mo Jingyu narrowed his eyes slightly and sent him out, winking at Lin Yu who was standing beside him.
Lin Yu understood, found a reason, and quickly followed.
Mo Jingyu put down his chopsticks, raised his eyes and asked, "Wanwan, what do you mean by Mr. Zhou?"