Ji Ruyan twitched the corner of her mouth and smiled, "It's okay, but your house is really too simple."
Yuan Zhao looked embarrassed, "I have been living here alone since I was sensible. You go around first while I make mushroom soup."
"How about I give you a hand?"
Ji Ruyan suggested.
In fact, she was embarrassed to say something. She gave Yuan Zhao so many mushrooms just because she wanted to have a bowl of them and have a good taste.
Seeing that she didn't mean to make fun of her, Yuan Zhao nodded, "Okay, come with me."
Following Yuan Zhao, he walked to a stove behind the hut. To say it was a stove, it was better to say it was made of yellow mud mixed with small stones.
Once it rains, this stove will be 100% unusable.
But this man skillfully lit a fire, added firewood, and then washed a casserole. The casserole was not broken.
Judging from his actions, you can see that he cherishes this casserole very much.
He carefully held the mushrooms, washed them, and tore each mushroom in half with his hands.
Ji Ruyan threw some firewood into the stove from time to time and asked curiously, "You just said that you made this mushroom soup for your mother. Why didn't I see your mother?"
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Yuan Zhao responded with a smile, "My mother is in Jing'an Temple. At this time, she is still copying scriptures and can't eat so quickly."
His mother is copying books in Jing'an Temple?
His name is Yuan Zhao?
Yuan?
Wait!
Could it be that he is the unknown Ninth Prince?
Ji Ruyan smiled bitterly, isn't this too much of a coincidence?
Yuan Zhao didn't pay attention to Ji Ruyan, so he made the mushroom soup on his own. He took out a large bowl and then gave it to Ji Ruyan, "Miss Ji, you drink the soup first, and I'll go first."
Send soup to my mother."
"Yeah. Go ahead."
The mushroom soup tastes very delicious.
Unexpectedly, the food cooked by Yuan Zhao can still be eaten.
When Ji Ruyan saw him leaving with the casserole, he packed up the pheasant nearby, found a branch, forked the pheasant, and roasted it on the fire on the stove.
The chicken was almost roasted, but Ji Ruyan saw Yuan Zhao coming back very lonely.
When he came back, the originally complete casserole was broken into pieces and lay quietly on his chest.
There were tears on his face, and he looked very aggrieved.
Seeing his appearance, Ji Ruyan was a little worried, "What's going on? Where is the soup you gave your mother?"
Yuan Zhao shook his head, suddenly smashed all the pieces of the casserole in his arms to the ground, and ran out.
"Yuan Zhao! Yuan Zhao!"
Ji Ruyan called him a few words and found that the boy ran faster.
His mood is so unstable. It's dark now. She doesn't know if there are other beasts in the mountains, but this stupid boy is emotionally unstable and is running rampant in the mountains. It would be strange if he doesn't die!
She was worried about him. She didn't even take a bite of the roast chicken in her hand. She just swung the pheasant and used Qinggong to chase after him.
When she caught up with him, she heard his angry screams of grief and anger, crying and shouting while running fast.
"Why!"
"Why do you do this to me?"
"What did I do wrong?!"
Because the night was dark and the road on the mountain was slippery, Yuan Zhao slipped and fell to the ground with a plop.
He lay on the ground, clenched his hands into fists, and pounded the soil on the ground. His voice was hoarse, "What should I do to make you look at me?"
Ji Ruyan stood behind him and looked at him quietly. She would not speak randomly when she didn't know what was going on.
Yuan Zhao was silent for a long time, and then suddenly said, "Ji Ruyan, you shouldn't have saved me today, it would have been better to just let me die!"
This chapter has been completed!