This is a very exquisitely built wooden house. The wooden windmill is spinning outside by the lake. Before Siyan arrived, this lake in the mountains and forests was still so beautiful. It was surrounded by flowers of various colors and exuded the fragrance of flowers. It really felt like a world away.
Taoyuan, I wonder who the owner of this house will be?
Siyan followed the mark and arrived here. With the cabin layout like this, it is unlikely that Butler Chen had arranged it in advance.
Creak——
She pushed open the small gate of the outer fence and walked slowly along the path. Plants she didn't know were planted on both sides of the path.
"Is there anyone there?" Siyan called towards the lighted room.
The cool wind of late autumn made her sneeze, her hands wrapped around her upper body, shivering.
"Since it's cold, come in." The figure in the room flickered slightly under the candlelight. It was a woman's voice, and her voice was a bit craggy.
Siyan went up the steps and slowly pushed up the hanging mat. She saw an old woman sitting cross-legged in front of a wooden table, carving wood. The incense burner on the table was emitting light smoke, and something was cooking on the stove not far away.
, the aroma she smelled was from the cooking thing
The old woman's eyesight seemed to be bad, and she had to look carefully for a while every time she carved a knife. She did not raise her head to look at Siyan, as if she had forgotten that there was someone standing here.
Siyan didn't speak and still stood. After entering the room, she didn't feel so cold anymore.
I don’t know how much time passed, but Siyan’s feet felt very cold when she stood there, and they started to feel numb after a long time.
Lulu, lulu... smelling the fragrance, my stomach growled unsatisfactorily
"Oh, you're still here. Since you're hungry, go and eat..." The old woman raised her head and said, then she went back to looking at the carvings in her hands.
Siyan took a small step. After a while, the soles of her feet felt like they were falling on needle felt. She tried to take small steps slowly towards the stove. She opened the lid of the pot and saw that there seemed to be a black-bone chicken being cooked inside, mixed with some trees.
Roots and stuff
The sudden white mist hit her face with fragrance. Siyan felt that it smelled better than a five-star hotel.
"Grandma, have you eaten?"
"Oh, eat it, you eat it." The old lady did not raise her head to look at Siyan, she was concentrating on her business.
Siyan served herself a large bowl and sat on the ground with her legs crossed. She was already hungry. As she ate the boiled chicken, she looked at her mother-in-law under the candlelight and knew that she had met a noble person.