The Guardians: The Swordsman of the Moon

Mo Xian cooked.

Mo Xian crouched down in front of the stove furnace, he was on duty fanning the wood trying to make fire. However, instead of the fire created, it was precisely black smoke that billowed high and frightened the neighbors. At least eight people shouted that the house was on fire.

For his entire life, this was the first time Mo Xian had made a fire with firewood without using spiritual energy. In his old life, he only needed to press a button if he wanted to cook, even in his grandfather's house in the village using a gas stove.

But, here since living with Bao Yu, they no longer ate in the cafeteria, they usually ate outside or bought them. However, this time Mo Xian wanted to cook and for Mo Xian, this was the first time for him to make a fire since there was no one in the house.

Bao Yu, that teacher went to Bai Lian's sect to discuss the spell that Mo Xian had found with sect master Bai Lian because the ghost he had sealed did not give an answer at all, and the old man's just coming back for dinner.

Bai Yue and Bai Ruo were on a mission to accompany a spoiled little young master watching the show in the city, they would also return this afternoon.

Wu Jiao Xing and Zhang Rouruan asked the teacher to send a letter to Bai Lian's sect and pick up some books at Bao Yu's residence in Bai Lian's sect this afternoon.

Mo Xian should have been able to come with Wu Jiao Xing and Zhang Rouruan, but he thought dinner was coming soon and he planned to show off his cooking skills as a 21st century human. Self-confident enough with her cooking skills she had even imagined a series of compliments that would be received from her teacher and friends. All this time the cooking task had always been done by Zhang Rouruan.

Since coming out of his closed cultivation, Zhang Rouruan had happily cooked every day because he said cooking was his hobby, sometimes others would help make a fire, fetch water or cut vegetables and meat. However, cooking on the stove was Zhang Rouruan's domain.

He always said. "Daughters are more talented at cooking."

But, Mo Xian was also a daughter, seeing his teacher praising Zhang Rouruan's cooking, Mo Xian felt envious that he could also cook. Today he will show his ability.

However, the flames had yet to appear, black smoke billowing filled the room into the air, after getting some complaints from the people carrying a bucket of water, Mo Xian decided to use his strength to create fire.

Coughing a few times, Mo Xian saw Xiao Hei who was sitting outside staring at him while wagging his tail to the right and to the left. Even the black cat narrowed his eyes!

"What do you see, Xiao Hei? Don't underestimate me, it's because I'm not used to firewood."

The black cat threw his face elsewhere in response, not wanting to see the mess made by his master. Even cats choose a place far enough away so as not to be exposed to smoke.

The firewood inside the furnace had eaten the fire, Mo Xian added a few sticks of wood, starting to heat the frying pan and pot to boil the water. He wants to make chicken soup.

Putting the cleaned whole chicken into the pot, Mo Xian then tossed the dried lotus seeds, goji berries, dried red dates and shrews, then closed the pot and boiled for a long time.

Putting aside the soup, Mo Xian poured some oil on the pan and put in slices of ginger and garlic, sauteing it until fragrant before putting in the chopped meat that had soaked the seasoning before.

A fragrant aroma burst into the entire room, Mo Xian happily added back the firewood, cooking was a pleasure Mo Xian had enjoyed ever since he got to know the kitchen at the age of eight, just then her grandmother asked her to help cut tofu because she saw Mo Xian tired of sitting alone in the living room. Little Mo Xian then not only helped cut tofu, even went to watch her grandmother cook while chatting. The first dish she made with her grandmother was Mapo Tofu.

Mo Xian would feel himself going back in time every time he cooked this dish, even he still remembered the sweet spicy taste he had made with his grandmother just yet. Recalling the past made Mo Xian feel sad, unconsciously tears fell from his eyes.

Wiping away tears with the back of his hand, Mo Xian tried to be stoic. He's here now and it won't be possible to see his grandmother again, or cook with her again.

The typical sound of meat sauteed on a hot frying pan, Mo Xian added the diced white tofu into the frying pan and added the beef broth to it, steam billows as the water meets a hot pan.

Adding some herbs such as pepper and chili powder as well as sugar and a mixture of water with flour, Mo Xian stirred it vigorously until his Map Tofu was ripe.

Checking his ginseng soup, Mo Xian opened the lid of the pot and immediately felt satisfied with his cooking, he then threw a few more herbs into the pot before closing it again.

It was getting dark, one by one they came back and they all hurriedly headed for the kitchen. On the way home, many people said that their house was a fire and scared them to death.

Wu Jiao Xing had even gone deathly pale when he saw the house in an empty state, even when calling Mo Xian's name, he did not hear an answer. He cursed himself, should he not allow Mo Xian to stay alone inside the house when Mo Xian said he would prepare food.

Wu Jiao Xing thought, Mo Xian will buy food at a restaurant near the house. He had not at all expected that his Ever-served Young Master would light a furnace and cause trouble.

"Mo Xian!"

"Oh, you're home, welcome."

Mo Xian smiled and made everyone look at him in surprise for a while before laughing.

"Oh, my goodness, look at his black face that looks like it's being rammed with a pot butt." Bai Ruo said without being filtered. Laugh as hard as he can.

Bai Yue, she held back the laughter by turning her face to the point of choking. His face was red.

Zhang Rouruan, laughing like a charming girl before taking out a handkerchief and moving forward to wipe Mo Xian's face.

"What did you do to make it like this?"

Mo Xian let out a dry laugh, he then picked up Zhang Rouran's handkerchief and saw how dirty the pink handkerchief was after meeting her face.

"Oh, jeez. Am I so ugly now?"

Bai Ruo laughed out loud, clutching his stomach. "You're really ugly! Ahaha! Very ugly! Ahaha!"

Mo Xian sighed, laughing lightly he rubbed his face back with a handkerchief before feeling the pain in his ear until his head tilted.

"Aiya, Gege what are you doing!" mo Xian shouted holding onto his ear.

Wu Jia Xing still did not let go of Mo Xian's ears. "What are you doing at home, people are saying you've burned the house down!"

Mo Xian held onto his red ear after Wu Jiao Xing let go.

"I cook, what else do I do?"

"Then how do you explain the black smoke soaring into the air, huh?"

"That's because I needed effort to make fire, I didn't burn the house!"

"Stay, you've never cooked before. You're not fit in the kitchen."

"Why Gege can say that, I cook really well!"

Wu Jiao Xing rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Gege doesn't believe it?"

"..."

Staring dejectedly at Wu Jiao Xing, Mo Xian's lips furrowed forward until it could be used to hang the kettle. He then looked at the steam from his pancake and immediately recalled his ginseng chicken soup had not been lifted. Hurriedly, Mo Xian lifted him up and placed him on the table.

His friends immediately surrounded the table to see what Mo Xian was making and they couldn't help but drop their jaws or hold any excess saliva in his mouth, even Bai Yue gulped, spitting up, Bai Ruo had already stretched out a finger to taste but was struck hard by Zhang Rouruan.

"Put and wash your hands first!"

Bai Yue hissed.