Mu Qian held his chopsticks but did not start eating. Instead, he watched the woman opposite him, who was enjoying her meal with relish. The spiciness made her lips appear very red and a thin blush spread across her pale cheeks. Under the light, her skin looked crystal clear, shining with a pearly luster. When she squinted in satisfaction, her eyes resembled the ever-changing moon in the sky.
Wen Jiaren placed some greens into the pot to blanch and while waiting, she said to Mu Qian, "It's cold here, so every household likes to eat hotpot, especially during festivals and holidays. My mom would prepare a whole table of dishes and then the entire family would sit together, dipping and chatting. Your family must have this tradition too, right?"
After she finished speaking, she remembered that Mu Qian did not get along with his family and had already separated from the Mu Family.
She smiled and said, "Eat up, it's late, we should finish and go rest soon."
