"One year later!" Pei Qin stated directly.
"That's a long time," Mo Heng walked over, smelling the strange odor, "Is this fermented with mold starter?"
Pei Qin looked up, "Do you know how to brew alcohol?"
Mo Heng hesitated before nodding, "I should."
"Even if you should, you couldn't do it anyway!" What does 'should' mean? That's basically a no! Pei Qin ignored him and continued working on her soy sauce.
Mo Heng stayed by her side, feeling peaceful inside. He believed that he had misunderstood her words, "The knife cuts through the flesh, but the heart cuts through the soul." Because all the aggression in his heart had calmed down, turning into another kind of deep-seated brutality, deep as still waters.
Seeing that it was almost noon and the noodle shop would be busy, Pei Qin washed her hands, placed the large crock of soy sauce outside to sun, and headed out to the noodle shop.
Mo Heng had not yet learned how to go back and his vision cloudy 'watched' Pei Qin.
