Mo Hai said while drinking fish soup.

"Of course it's strange. A person like you can actually study cooking. It's really unexpected."

Yan Qingwu was both shocked and curious. She felt that Mo Hai was becoming more and more mysterious and interesting.

"If you are alone and have a home all over the world, if you want to eat, you will naturally cook it yourself. The more you cook, the better your cooking skills will be."

Mo Hai said.

"Then have you always lived alone?"

Yan Qingwu was already very curious about Mo Hai, but now that the topic has opened, she naturally wants to know more about Mo Hai.

"Most of the time, I'm alone."

Mo Hai said.

"Then aren't you lonely?"

Yan Qingwu said.

"alone?"

Mo Hai smiled and said no more.

In the vast universe, who would like to be alone?

Mo Hai doesn't like being alone, but he has to be alone often.

"Can you tell me about your past?"

Yan Qingwu saw that Mo Hai's expression was a bit complicated, and he even forgot to drink the soup of snowy silver fish, and looked at Mo Hai intently, looking expectant.

"If you want to hear my story, you should tell yours in exchange."

Mo Hai smiled.

"I have no story. I am an orphan. I was brought back to the sect by my master since I was a child. Apart from practicing, I still practice. My life is monotonous and boring. There is nothing to talk about."

Yan Qingwu's expression moved slightly, a hint of loneliness and sadness flashed deep in her eyes, then her face turned and she said calmly.

"Then I'm just the opposite of you. Even if I tell my story for three days and three nights, I still can't finish it. But now, you are not qualified to listen to my story."

Mo Hai said.

"Tch, if you don't say it, don't say it."
Chapter completed!