I am a Flower Vase in an Infinite World / I Am a Useless flower in an infinite

Chapter 9

When they arrived home, Mo Yunchu put on an apron and prepared a meal for Tangning.

Although Mo Yunchu cooked breakfast today, it was very simple and didn't give Mo Yunchu much room to play. When Mo Yunchu put in some effort to cook, Tangning was surprised to discover that Mo Yunchu's cooking was delicious.

Braised crucian carp, yam fried fungus, corn ribs soup, a meat and a vegetable soup, are all home-cooked dishes, but made of chef's quality.

When Tangning smelled the fragrance of the rice, he was already so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back. The corn rib soup that had just been cooked was a little hot. Tangning drank it in a hurry and his tongue was scalded.

"Be careful of the heat." Mo Yunchu scooped up a spoonful of soup and gently blew on it before placing it to Tangning's mouth.

Tangning hadn't been fed this way since he was older. He took a sip of the soup uncomfortably. The sweet corn perfectly blended into the soup, and it tasted so good that Tangning felt like he had come back to life.

The snow-white spoon moved away from his beautifully shaped lips, which were full of red from the heat, no longer pale from the shock he had felt at first.

  "You eat too. You don't have to take care of me." Tangning said uncomfortably.

Mo Yunchu's gaze left Tangning's lips as he scooped up anothis spoonful of soup. He didn't blow as he slowly drank it.

"This spoon…I just used it." Tangning was a little confused.

  Mo Yunchu immediately handed Tangning a clean spoon.

Tangning didn't mean it that way, but Mo Yunchu's understanding seemed to be correct. He picked up his spoon and continued eating while Mo Yunchu placed the most tender fish into his bowl. Tangning lowered his head uncomfortably as he ate, almost burying his face in his bowl.

  His face is so small.

  It makes the bowl open.

In the past, Tangning rarely ate so much when he had to control his weight. This time, Tangning finished his meal cleanly. Mo Yunchu smiled as if he was happy that his cooking skills had been recognized.

After dinner, Mo Yunchu couldn't immediately take a shower. Mo Yunchu brought Tangning to the home theater to watch a movie. Tangning had chosen the movie. He chose Mo Yunchu's masterpiece, a movie that swept away all the awards.

The surroundings were pitch black, and a slender hand appeared on the big screen that emitted light. His fingers pressed against the brim of his hat. The man had a clear and high-grade jaw line. Because he lowered his head, his tightly closed lips seemed to present a smile.

After adjusting the position of his military cap with one hand, the man raised his head. The shadow covering the bridge of his nose quickly faded and settled on his narrow phoenix eyes, but it could not hide the sharpness in his eyes.

  What kind of predatory gaze was that?

Cold, calm and cruel, like a predator in the dark, the slightly upturned tail of the eye adds a touch of charm to this dangerous gaze.

Tangning sat in front of the big screen. Through time and space, he met this deep and terrifying gaze. his scalp trembled as the muscles on his shoulders and neck contracted, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.

  The person on the screen was Mo Yunchu, not Mo Yunchu.

This was a completely different image of Mo Yunchu from the gentle Mo Yunchu he usually had. he was sharp and cold, but Tangning actually felt that Mo Yunchu...