Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Once the words were spoken, the man dressed in white looked over at her.
“Oh, I don’t an anything by that, I just thought that since it was my hands that dirtied it, I should help you clean it.” She sneered as she handed over the bowl of soup in her hand, her voice gentle as she continued: “You should drink the soup first! The soup won’t taste nice once it’s cooled.”
Mo Chen looked at her then stretched out his long arms to take the bowl of soup from her and took a sip.
Upon seeing this, Feng Jiu quietly sighed out a breath of relief. She sat down beside him and gave him the other chicken thigh saying: “Co, co, eat more!”
Mo Chen looked at young boy holding the chicken thigh but did not reach out to take it. He had never eaten anything like this in his life. He did not know how to describe the feeling of using his hands to eat.
Feng Jiu knew exactly what was going through his mind, he had never eaten food in this manner before. She smiled and said: “The food tastes more delicious eating it in this manner. It is definitely not the sa as eating food with chopsticks. You will understand once you have tried it.”
Seeing this, Mo Chen hesitated for a mont and reached out to take the food. He did not take a big bite like Feng Jiu, but took small bites each ti instead.
Feng Jiu laughed heartily and placed a pair of chopsticks in front of him so that he could use them to eat when the other dishes arrived and she helped herself to another piece of at. There was a ss left on the grass after an hour.
Mo Chen thought that this was quite impolite as he would never normally leave the dinner table in such a ss. Even if this was not a table, it was still unrefined to do so. When he saw the youth had dug a hole and buried all the ss, he was quite surprised.
“There is a little stream up ahead, let’s go there to wash our hands!” After Feng Jiu had buried the bones and dishes, she clapped her hands together and walked towards the little stream.
She washed her hands and her face in the stream. As she was just about to look for a place to rest, she was handed a robe.
“You need to clean it.”
The voice was gentle like the flowing water of the mountains, clear and sweet.
She turned her head slightly and looked up from behind the robes that she held up. She looked at the man who stood in front of her, his hands held out the robe to her. He was only wearing his inner robe and his expression was indifferent as he looked down at her.
“Oh, okay.” She answered and turned around to wash the robe in the stream. However, it was probably better that she had not washed the robe, once she washed it.....
Feng Jiu’s forehead broke out in cold sweat as she looked at the robe. The more she washed it, the dirtier it beca. She didn’t dare look back.
Behind her, Mo Chen looked at Feng Jiu’s back with indifference, and then up at the sun setting in the sky. After a while, he heard the sound of fabric tearing. He looked back at the youth who held his robes and stared at them in a daze.
He walked over to take a look, and what he saw made his eyes open wide with surprise.
He saw that the handprint on his silk robes had been sowhat washed away, but there was also a large tear in his robes. He had no idea how the youth washed his robes. He was speechless as he stared at his robes.
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