In the small courtyard, Mo Qingi keenly noticed that Niu Yuanshan seed a bit out of sorts.
But she didn’t know why.
It was just a trip with the group to the Moon Country Capital to help handle so matters.
In this regard, Niu Yuanshan should be the most skilled. Many of the hardest, most tiring, and most tedious tasks were always done by him.
"Steward Niu, is there sothing bothering you, or is there sothing on your mind?" she asked with a frown, feeling a bit worried inside.
It was too unusual!
After a mont, a smile appeared on Niu Yuanshan’s face.
He didn’t answer the question but suddenly asked, "It’s getting late, why not stay for dinner, Junior Sister Mo?"
Mo Qingi imdiately refused: "No need."
Ever since she confessed and was rejected back then, she hadn’t given Old Niu a friendly face.
"Didn’t Junior Sister Mo always find my fish soup delicious? I haven’t made it in many years; why not try it today and see if my skills have deteriorated?" Niu Yuanshan continued to insist.
Looking at the sincere expression on his face, Mo Qingi hesitated for a mont before finally saying, "I indeed have nothing to do today."
But she added, "Why don’t I invite the other stewards to join us?"
She seed unwilling to be alone with him.
"That would be fine," Niu Yuanshan thought for a mont and agreed.
This caused the slight anticipation that had risen in Mo Qingi’s heart to be extinguished with those two words.
Her expression beca even colder as she turned to leave: "You start making the soup, I’ll go call people."
Old Niu watched her back and listened to her cold tone, and a hint of a smile appeared on his honest, square face as he thought to himself:
"Junior Sister Mo, if you invite the stewards over for dinner at my place, if they are sensible, none of them will co."
Everything went as Niu Yuanshan expected, and in the end, only Mo Qingi returned.
During the whole process, she was teased by so familiar stewards, each with a playful smile.
"After all these years, could Senior Brother Niu finally be enlightened?" one female steward remarked.
Their words stirred so waves in her heart.
The heart she thought had long since died was now filled with a slight anticipation.
And anticipation is a subtle poison.
Once people have expectations, they also have worries.
She felt a bit nervous on her way back.
Upon seeing Niu Yuanshan, her expression turned indifferent again, and she said in a deep voice, "The stewards are all busy today, so I might as well leave too. Save you the trouble of hosting, Steward Niu."
"It’s no trouble, the soup will be ready soon," Old Niu said from the kitchen, not turning around.
He stared at the boiling fish soup, a bit lost in thought.
"Perhaps this is the last ti I’ll dine alone with Junior Sister Mo in the Daoist Sect as Niu Yuanshan," he thought.
Maybe, once I return to my hotown, there will only be Mu Bingjiu in the world, and no more Niu Yuanshan.
After serving the fish soup on the table, Old Niu imdiately said, "Junior Sister Mo, wait a mont, I’ll go get sothing."
He went into the house and brought out a jar of Er Lang Wine.
Chu Huaixu had given him two jars of wine, which he had always been reluctant to drink.
Until that day, he drank one jar by himself.
"Hmm? Is this the wine Chu Huaixu gave you?" Mo Qingi asked.
Old Niu, usually simple and honest, couldn’t help but show it off in front of the other stewards.
"It is," Niu Yuanshan replied.
"Weren’t you reluctant to take it out and drink it?" Mo Qingi was surprised.
"Wine is ant to be drunk, after all," Old Niu replied casually.
"That’s true, Huaixu is a good child. Though he has beco a direct disciple, with a noble status and boundless future prospects, I think he will always regard you as a respected elder."
"How could he not think of you during the holidays?"
"You really shouldn’t be so reluctant to drink it," Mo Qingi said.
If it had been in the past, Niu Yuanshan would have been very pleased and happy at hearing this.
But ever since Chu Huaixu ca clean, his feelings had beco sowhat complicated.
Yet, Mo Qingi wasn’t wrong.
Niu Yuanshan had long realized that, despite Chu Huaixu’s occasional playful and unusual behavior, at his core, he was soone who valued relationships deeply.
If others treated him well, he would return the favor.
Therefore, to this day, Chu Huaixu’s attitude towards Niu Yuanshan hadn’t changed.
It was indeed like a junior respecting an elder.
This, however, left Old Niu, caught between the organization and the Daoist Sect, between the Crown Prince and Chu Huaixu, perplexed about his identity.
And Mo Qingi couldn’t have guessed these things, as she was still musing.
"Speaking of which, Huaixu saved my life as well. I never expected that day at the Evil Cultivation Altar, he would rush forward to rescue ."
"If it weren’t for him, I would have truly been in danger."
Upon hearing this, Old Niu couldn’t help but sigh deeply.
This made Mo Qingi imdiately displeased and said, "Why did you sigh?"
"Just never expected the young man to value relationships so much," Niu Yuanshan said.
"Isn’t that a good thing?" Mo Qingi looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Most Daoist disciples are people of loyalty and integrity, aren’t they?
"For the Daoist Sect, it is indeed good," Niu Yuanshan only spoke half of what he felt, keeping the other half to himself.
After saying this, he opened the wine jar and began pouring wine for Mo Qingi.
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