Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 162 This Hobby Is Quite Unique

Mo Xiaowan approached the figure step by step, and at the end of the song, the man turned around.

With just one glance, Mo Xiaowan was attracted by his eyebrows, his eyebrows flew into his temples, his eyes were as deep as the starry sky at night, lonely and vast.

Not to mention that handsome face, just the eyes looking at him calmly, Mo Xiaowan felt that under his gaze, there was nothing to hide.

The imaginary old master didn't appear, Mo Xiaowan's lips quivered guiltyly, and he stammered.

"If you are the master, then I'm sorry for being a little bit late."

"It's more than half an hour late."

The man drew a beautiful arc on the strings, stroked a series of pleasant piano sounds, and slowly opened the corners of his lips.

"Small bowl, it's fun to play with the water and the goddess to scatter flowers?"

"what!"

Mo Xiaowan was dumbfounded. It turned out that he knew everything and had been observing him secretly.

But he didn't rush out to catch her, instead he played the piano patiently by the Xifeng Pavilion, letting her have a good time.

It was the first time to meet such an elegant and watery person, Mo Xiaowan nodded honestly: "It's fun."

"Then next time, I will play with you as a teacher."

She was very puzzled, why she couldn't control herself at all in front of such a person, and spoke out her thoughts by accident.

When she wanted to bite off her own tongue, the man gave a slight smile, said something like this, and then introduced himself: "Xiaowan, my name is Xiewudi."

Please forgive Mo Xiaowan for being a nympho, because there are not many people in this world who are prettier than Uncle Xuanyuan, and the key is that this wife who can be as good as Uncle Xuanyuan can still laugh.

It's not that Uncle Xuanyuan can't laugh, Mo Xiaowan saw his smile, but he just twitched or curled up his mouth.

When Xie Wudi smiled, it was like spring flowers blooming, like a gust of refreshing wind blowing through his heart, itching and making people feel very comfortable.

Mo Xiaowan expressed his opinion: "Master, your name is really domineering, just as domineering as your people."

Xu didn't expect Mo Xiaowan to describe him like this, Xie Wudi froze for a moment, the corners of his mouth curved a little more this time.

"Xiao Wan, you are so interesting."

He Shi Shiran got up, and his tone was very gentle: "Can you play the piano?"

"Fuqin?"

Mo Xiaowan shook his head: "I don't like it."

Xie Wudi was slightly surprised, but asked patiently: "What does Xiao Wan like?"

Mo Xiaowan blinked sincerely: "I like cooking."

Xie Wudi froze for a moment again, and let out a calm expression.

"This hobby is quite unique."

"Master, don't look down on cooking. As the saying goes, there are 36 lines, and what you do makes you the best."

As soon as Mo Xiaowan mentioned delicious food, he was so excited that he eloquently eloquently tried to persuade him from the point of view of the principle: "The king regards the people as his heaven, and the people regard their food as their heaven. Eating, eating, living, and traveling are the people's livelihood." If the people in this world do not have enough to eat, then there will be wars, and the wars will make people miserable, and the world will not be able to recuperate. If everyone can eat well and eat well, who would like to be displaced, and who would like flesh and blood separate..."

"That, it seems to be a bit far away!"

Mo Xiaowan felt that those eyes were staring at her, as if he could see through her at a glance, so he quickly stopped there, and raised his small mouth with a proud attitude.

"What piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? Most of them are literati and poets moaning without illness. Food and clothing are not as important."

Xie Wudi was stunned by her muttering a lot, and stared at Mo Xiaowan all the time.

(End of this chapter)