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As time passes, Mo Deqian's days at the inn are filled with new learning and experiences. His life is no longer just a monotonous job, but rather a series of everyday scenes woven together with the people at the inn. In these ordinary moments, Mo Deqian gradually feels a long-lost sense of belonging.
The gentle morning sunlight falls on the old wooden floor, casting warm hues - it's the beginning of Mo Deqian's new day. His figure is busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast with a few other helpers. In this simple yet lively kitchen, everyone has their own tasks, and their movements are smooth and orderly, like a well-coordinated band.
Mo Deqian's movements are simple and efficient, skillfully manipulating various kitchen utensils: flipping fried eggs in the pan, cutting fresh vegetables, and simultaneously brewing fragrant porridge. His expression is calm, without any unnecessary emotions in his eyes, completely focused on his work.
At this moment, Xiao Xiangzi quietly enters the kitchen. Her appearance doesn't attract much attention, but her wise eyes silently observe Mo Deqian. She sees his focus on cooking and his insistence on details, which fills her with respect for him.
Xiao Xiangzi said softly, "Mo Deqian, your cooking skills are really amazing."
Mo Deqian didn't look up, just nodded lightly and replied, "It's necessary for the job."
The brief conversation reflects their relationship: Xiao Xiangzi always expresses her appreciation in a casual manner, while Mo Deqian responds with brief and direct words. In this kind of communication, there are not many emotional fluctuations, only mutual understanding and respect.
When breakfast is ready, Mo Deqian brings the food to the table, his movements still so restrained and rigorous. Their breakfast, though simple, is filled with the warmth of home and the solid atmosphere of life. And so, a day's life quietly begins in this simple yet vibrant kitchen.
In the afternoon, there is often a leisurely atmosphere in the courtyard of the inn. Mo Deqian sometimes works with other helpers in the yard, trimming trees and sweeping fallen leaves. Their laughter and casual conversations become the background music of this small courtyard. At such moments, Mo Deqian feels a sense of calm and contentment, a feeling he rarely experienced in his long wandering life.
At night, when the moon hangs high in the sky, the lobby of the inn is always filled with laughter and chatter. Mo Deqian sometimes joins in the conversations of the guests, listening to their various stories and anecdotes. Although he doesn't speak much, his listening is always so focused, making people feel valued. Xiao Xiangzi often sits at a table in the corner, observing the interaction between Mo Deqian and the guests. There is always a hint of complex emotions in her eyes, as if she is contemplating something.
In this daily life, the relationship between Mo Deqian and Xiao Xiangzi gradually develops. Although they don't have many conversations, each interaction deepens their understanding of each other. Mo Deqian admires Xiao Xiangzi's wisdom and decisiveness, while Xiao Xiangzi appreciates Mo Deqian's calmness and capability.
One late night, when everyone else at the inn had already gone to sleep, Xiao Xiangzi came to the door of Mo Deqian's room. She knocked on the door, and when Mo Deqian opened it, he saw Xiao Xiangzi's cold expression.
"What's the matter?" Mo Deqian asked in a low and calm voice.
Xiao Xiangzi didn't directly answer, but instead said, "Let's go, let's sit in the courtyard for a while."
In the courtyard bathed in moonlight, two people sat side by side. Xiao Xiangzi began to talk about the future plans for the inn, her words revealing a desire for wealth and fame. Mo Deqian listened quietly, nodding occasionally but saying little.
"I know you are not just an ordinary helper. Your abilities far exceed my expectations," Xiao Xiangzi said. "Your past may be an important opportunity for our inn."
Mo Deqian did not answer, his gaze turned to the distant night sky, as if pondering something. He knew Xiao Xiangzi's ambitions and understood his importance in her plans. But he still had no memory of his past.
This kind of day continued for a while, and Mo Deqian's life gradually became filled with happiness in the ordinary. He found a special sense of belonging in the inn. And Xiao Xiangzi's reliance on him grew deeper, she began to see him as an indispensable part of the inn.
As the winter approaches, the atmosphere in the inn becomes warmer. One evening, Xiao Xiangzi decided to prepare a sumptuous hot pot for everyone to drive away the winter cold. This decision excited everyone in the inn, including the usually quiet Mo Deqian.
Xiao Xiangzi personally selected various fresh ingredients, from succulent lamb to fresh vegetables, each meticulously chosen. She directed the kitchen, preparing the delicious broth while occasionally instructing the helpers. Mo Deqian quietly assisted on the side, his movements skilled and efficient, quickly organizing all the ingredients neatly.
In the evening, when everyone gathered around the blazing hot pot, the atmosphere was particularly joyful. Xiao Xiangzi sat in the main seat, her eyes revealing satisfaction. She looked at everything in front of her, secretly planning how to use this occasion to enhance the feelings among the people in the inn and further enhance the cohesion of the inn.
Mo Deqian sat in a quieter position, not saying much, but clearly also satisfied with this warm scene. He quietly tasted the hot pot, occasionally exchanging a few words with the helpers beside him. His demeanor revealed a faint pleasure, a feeling that was long overdue for him, who had no memory.
Xiao Xiangzi occasionally observes Mo Deqian and notices that even in such a joyful gathering, this man still maintains an inviolable sense of distance. She is curious about this and also more interested in Mo Deqian's mysterious past.
As the hot pot simmers, the laughter and conversation fill the air. Everyone is immersed in this warm and pleasant atmosphere. Xiao Xiangzi suggests that everyone take turns telling interesting stories to enhance the enjoyment of the evening. The helpers enthusiastically participate, but Mo Deqian remains silent.
After the hotpot banquet ended, everyone dispersed, leaving only Xiao Xiangzi and Mo Deqian in the courtyard. Xiao Xiangzi looked at Mo Deqian and suddenly asked, "Do you really not remember anything? Your past, your identity?"
Mo Deqian looked at Xiao Xiangzi with an indescribable emotion in his eyes. "I truly don't remember anything," he said in a low and calm voice, as if hiding deep secrets. "I only know that I belong here now, to this inn."
Xiao Xiangzi gazed at Mo Deqian with a subtle sense of disappointment and unwillingness in her eyes. She knew deep down that Mo Deqian's past was a mystery to the inn, perhaps one that could never be unraveled. However, she did not give up. Instead, she became even more determined to uncover Mo Deqian's past.
"You are a special person, Mo Deqian. Even if you don't remember the past, your performance here is enough to prove your extraordinary nature," Xiao Xiangzi said firmly, her eyes revealing an unwavering determination.
Mo Deqian did not answer, just nodded lightly. He knew Xiao Xiangzi's ambitions and her expectations of him. He also understood his position in the inn, not just as an ordinary helper.
As time passed, Mo Deqian's position in the inn gradually became stable. He was not only the main force in the kitchen, but also became an important figure in handling the inn's difficulties. Although he spoke little, every time he took action, he could solve the problem. Xiao Xiangzi's trust and reliance on him also grew deeper, and she would even seek his opinion on some important decisions.
However, there was always a part of Mo Deqian that kept a distance in his heart. His past was like an unsolved mystery, constantly shrouding his mind. He longed to find the answers to his past, yet he was afraid of the secrets hidden deep in his memories.
On this winter night, when everyone had already entered dreamland, Mo Deqian walked alone in the courtyard of the inn. In the moonlight, his figure was lonely and distant, like a traveler forever in search of answers.
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