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The summer breeze swept through, bringing a wave of heat, yet the two people sitting in the building smiled and whispered to each other, appearing particularly relaxed.
Cheng Mo wore a light blue Qipao, sitting gracefully as she quietly gazed at the dishes on the table. She smiled lightly and said, "I never expected Feng Province to have such unique places. While it may not have the delicate beauty of willows and red flowers like Jiangnan, it has its own charm."
"The owner of this restaurant is a friend of my father's. I've been eating here since I was young. The food here blends flavors from both the north and south; you should give it a try," Shangguan Shaoyi said as he held her close, feeling a warmth in his heart. He released one hand to pick up chopsticks, lifted some food, and brought it to her lips. "Here."
Cheng Mo's face flushed slightly, her snow-white skin tinged with a faint blush. Her heart fluttered as she parted her red lips; the dish melted in her mouth and was incredibly delicious. Noticing Shangguan Shaoyi looking at her expectantly, she revealed a faint smile at the corners of her lips. "It's very tasty."
Shangguan Shaoyi's lips curved upward slightly. With nothing happening in the military these days, he finally had time to spend with Mo Su. The beauty in his arms seemed too thin, and he wanted her to eat more. The waiter brought out two more dishes, colorful and varied, which piqued Cheng Mo's curiosity. "What are these dishes called?"
"This one is Spicy Stewed Fish Head, this one is Pork Bone Soup with Vegetables, this one is Chicken Stew with Mushrooms, and this one is Braised Radish with Salted Meat," Shangguan Shaoyi explained clearly. "Most of these are northern dishes; those you just ate were southern dishes."
Cheng Mo shot him a playful glance. "Of course I recognized those earlier dishes. However, having stayed here for quite some time, my taste has changed a bit; I find northern dishes quite good now."
"Then eat more," Shangguan Shaoyi said as he scooped a bowl of soup, blew on it gently, and then handed it to Cheng Mo. "Try this fish head soup; it's very different from what you have back home. I asked them to put less chili in it, so it won't be too spicy."
Cheng Mo's water-colored eyes shimmered slightly. Shangguan Shaoyi smiled naturally and casually, completely unconcerned about the gazes of other diners around them. Yet in such a public setting, she felt a bit shy; her face flushed slightly as she shook her head and said, "I'll do it myself."
However, Shangguan Shaoyi remained unmoved, continuing his previous action and insisting, "I'll feed you."
"I'm not a child nor am I sick; I don't need someone to feed me."
He stopped speaking but maintained his previous posture. His pitch-black eyes were filled with gentle smiles. Cheng Mo lowered her eyes, feeling tiny bubbles of joy in her heart that caused two small dimples to appear at the corners of her lips. She shot him a playful glance with her water-colored eyes and slightly parted her delicate lips.
"Um..." The sweet moment between the two was suddenly interrupted by a stranger's voice. They looked up to see a young man, wearing a brown coat with slightly messy hair, appearing to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. Beneath his thick eyebrows were a pair of shining eyes, filled with boundless dreams of the beauty of the world.
Shangguan Shaoyi put away his smile, his voice turning a bit colder. "May I ask if you need something, sir?"
"N-no... nothing..." He seemed a bit nervous, scratching his messy hair while keeping his hand on the camera hanging around his neck. "I... I'm Wu Jing, a reporter from the newspaper. Are you Shangguan Lin, the Young Commander?" His gaze shifted to Cheng Mosu beside him. "And this must be Miss Cheng."
Shangguan Shaoyi politely tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry, but we do not accept interviews. You might want to look for someone else."
"No... please accept my interview. I just returned from studying abroad and have been working at the newspaper for a month, but I haven't been able to produce a decent news piece. I heard that you and Miss Cheng are here for lunch today, so I waited here for quite a while. If I can't come up with something good this month, I might get fired." Wu Jing's face showed signs of distress.
Cheng Mosu turned her gaze to Wu Jing's table, which only had a dark teapot on it.
"Mr. Wu, did you not have lunch? Is just one pot of tea enough?" she asked.
"Well..." Wu Jing smiled awkwardly, his eyes sparkling. "I'm poor; the dishes here are quite expensive, so I could only order a pot of tea and waited for you two."
Shangguan Shaoyi generally disliked taking photos and talking to strangers, so he felt somewhat resistant to the reporter's presence. He intended to refuse but decided to consult Cheng Mosu since she was nearby. Cheng Mosu smiled lightly. "If Mr. Wu doesn't mind, why don't you join us for lunch? We have so many dishes that the two of us can't finish them all anyway; it would be better not to waste food."
"Really?!" Wu Jing clapped his hands in excitement but then looked at Shangguan Shaoyi with some trepidation. Since Shangguan Shaoyi didn't say anything, it seemed like he agreed, and Wu Jing sat down. With his arrival, the atmosphere at the table became noticeably colder; he knew he had brought some awkwardness and could only try to make conversation.
Since Shangguan Shaoyi refused to accept an interview, he decided to focus on Cheng Mosu instead. He smiled professionally and said, "Miss Cheng, would you be willing to accept an interview? It will only take a few minutes."
Cheng Mosu was quite indifferent about such matters; she had been interviewed many times in Shanghai. Moreover, she felt a bit of sympathy for Wu Jing and smiled gently as she replied, "Go ahead and ask." She added at the end, "Just don't ask personal questions."
Wu Jing was taken aback and said, "What else can I ask if not personal questions?"
Cheng Mosu frowned slightly, "There are many other things to ask, like music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, dance, ink, current affairs of the country, fashion trends. Aren't those all excellent topics? Why are people nowadays so boring, only caring about matters and people unrelated to themselves, instead of thinking about things that actually concern them?"
Wu Jing was at a loss for words in response to her question. On the side, Shangguan Shaoyi raised an eyebrow, pulled Cheng Mosu closer with a smile in his eyes, and embraced her. "Don't make it hard for the reporter. People these days love to read gossip; it's good to have something to talk about while drinking tea. If he really asked about current affairs or fashion trends like you said, he might be fired the next day. I see you're also tired; let's head back."
He smiled at Wu Jing, his gaze turning somewhat cold. "This table of food is left for Mr. Wu; enjoy it slowly."
Cheng Mosu also felt exhausted and smiled faintly at him, allowing Shangguan Shaoyi to hold her as they returned home.
Wu Jing scratched his head in confusion, feeling at a loss. However, he secretly vowed to obtain a report about these two individuals.
After pondering for a moment, he took out a notebook he carried with him and wrote down his first impressions of the two.
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