"It's more real than real gold, I swear!" Mo Yue raised her four fingers to the sky and said seriously.

"Messing around again". Mo Han grabbed Mo Yue's hand and put it down: "This little thing, what do you swear." ”

"I'm not afraid you'll be angry." Mo Yue muttered and shook Mo Han's arm.

"You, it's really not worrying." Mo Han scratched Moyue's nose and decided not to care about her anymore, but still went back to the chair and sat down, waiting leisurely for the grilled fish.

"Little Drift Fire." Mo Yue turned her head and smiled gloomily at the flowing fire resting on the side.

"Mother." The body of the flowing fire was larger than it had been with Younier before, and the color of the dark blue was even worse.

"It's okay to light that pile of firewood, right?" Mo Yue pointed to the pyre.

Liuhuo coughed lightly, hiding his embarrassment and dissatisfaction, and said in his belly: Mother, I can be as famous as the Flame Holy Flame, it is overkill to make firewood, and it is natural for me to make fire?

Of course, these words only dared to be complained in their hearts, and obediently passed through the firewood, and the flames steamed, at first they were dark blue, and they were cold, and then they ignited the firewood itself, and then it slowly turned into an orange flame, and the firewood crackled.

Mo Yue smugly threw a look at Mo Han, with a look of invitation.

Mo Han pretended not to see it, and looked up at the moon and stars in the sky.

Mo Yue made a grimace and began to grill the fish, the flowing fire on the side played the role of a candle flame, and wherever she went, Liang floated with it.

It's just that the atmosphere fell into silence again, and once the two of them didn't speak, there was a strange stagnation that permeated the surroundings.

Mo Yue set up the fish and turned it, while looking back at Mo Han, he seemed to be asleep again, but his eyelids moved slightly, and it seemed that he was just closing his eyes to recuperate.

"Cold, smell it quickly, is the fish I grilled fragrant?" Mo Yue shouted loudly, in fact, the distance was not far, but the voice was so loud that it seemed to be separated by a mountain col.

Mo Han opened his eyes, lost his mind for a moment, and then regained his clarity, and replied: "It's just at the beginning, the skin is not hot, you just ask me if it is fragrant?" ”

"I just want to tease you, how can you bear me?" Mo Yue said with a mischievous conspiracy that succeeded: "It's so boring for me to sit here alone and grill fish, and you won't come to accompany me." ”

"I've never heard of people who eat soft rice still have to talk with them!" Mo Han didn't get up, but his mouth was unforgiving.

"Such a grudge." Mo Yue pouted unexpectedly, but this time she began to control the size of the heat seriously and roasted it carefully.

Mo Han just watched Mo Yue's movements motionlessly, no longer closing his eyes, knowing that Fang Caiyue'er was worried that he would fall asleep again.

The fish was quickly grilled, and Mo Yue brought it to Mo Han like a treasure.

Mo Han took it, tasted it, and praised it: "It tastes good, better than the technique of making tea." ”

"Laugh at me again." Mo Yue said angrily, took another fish, and ate it herself, sighing while eating: "The taste is indeed good." ”

After Mo Han finished eating, he cleaned his hands with water, brought water to Mo Yue, and after she finished washing, he took a clean handkerchief and carefully wiped the water droplets on her hands.

"I want to eat stewed mushrooms tomorrow." Mo Han pondered as he wiped it, and said after a moment.

"It's so beautiful that you don't do it." Mo Yue enjoyed Mo Han's service with peace of mind, and her entire eyebrows and eyes were smiling.

"I still want to eat fried bamboo shoots!" Mo Han then said what he wanted.

"I don't do it." Mo Yue refused angrily, but there was a happy starlight in her eyes.

"I still want to eat 、、、 Xiaoyue'er." Mo Han lowered his head, put his lips to Mo Yue's ear, and spewed out a cold breath.