Seeing Gu Yunqing looking at her, she waved to Mo Li and said, “Li Li, teach Yun Qing.”
Mo Li glanced at Gu Yunqing. Gu Yunqing was like Mrs. Mo, picking up the silver knife on one side and cutting it on the sheep.
But Mrs. Mo cut off a piece of meat easily, but Gu Yunqing struggled.
“I’ll do it.” Mo Li took the knife from Gu Yunqing’s hand and carefully cut it.
His hands were very beautiful, as white as snow, with slender fingers and distinct joints. His snow-white hands looked very harmonious against the silver knife.
The knife was very flexible in his hands, and soon a piece of mutton, as thin as a cicada’s wing, fell into the bowl on the side.
“Lili, don’t cut it so thin.” Moff, who was sitting on the side, said, waving the knife in his hand.
Mo Li said lightly, “Yun Qing can’t eat so greasy.”
“Why?” Mrs. Mo asked curiously, “Could it be… pregnant?”
The mutton that Gu Yunqing had just picked up fell to the ground.
“No.”
“How could it be?”
The two shouted in unison, and Mrs. Mo was stunned for a moment and then asked, “What are you two doing so excited?”
…
“Mom, you can’t joke about the reputation of your daughter.” Mo Li said helplessly.
Gu Yunqing nodded with a red face.
“Yunqing, I will teach you that you can’t cut it too thin when eating this kind of meat, otherwise where is the generous way to eat meat in big mouthfuls?” As he said that, he pinched it on his own