Mu Yunhan put his hands on the window sill and let the night wind dry his tears.
The water in the silver pot boiled and made a "pop, pop, pop, pop" sound. Wu Yanzhuang woke up and hurriedly went to lift it, but his hand was burned.
The silver pot was smashed down, and all the water was poured on the charcoal fire. There was a "stab" sound, and white mist and firewood ash rose into the sky.
Jinxiu walked in quickly and tidied up with lowered eyebrows and eyes.
Mu Yunhan turned around and called her: "Replace the stove, water, and kettle."
By the time the new stove and kettle were delivered, she was back to normal.
Silently, he heated the cup with water and brewed the green chrysanthemum petals into the tea: "If your liver is rising, have a cup of chrysanthemum Ruyi tea to clear your liver and improve your eyesight."
She had a hoarse voice, her long eyelashes were moist, her nose was red, her hands were still shaking and she almost spilled the water.
"I'm sorry, you can pour yourself some tea." She simply leaned back and looked out the window expressionlessly.
Wu Yanzhuang finished his tea in silence and said softly: "Do you want to go to Beijing again?"
"I will probably go to the border first. Does Mr. Hou have someone suitable to introduce him?" Mu Yunhan said in a calm tone, as if he was going for an outing.
Wu Yanzhuang could hear a sense of determination in it.
He said with some envy: "Actually, you can wait a little longer."
Mu Yunhan said softly: "I have been waiting for more than a year and a half."
It was late spring when Gu Fenglin left, and now it is early winter of the second year.
If you wait any longer, it will be two years.
She actually didn't know how long he could live.
But she thought that she must stay with him before he died, and he should do the same.
As for the matter of revenge, it can be postponed for a while.
The longer you live, the more things you experience, and the more people you know, the more you will crave the warmth and beauty of this world.
For example, when Mrs. Mu Er was still there, she didn't think anything of it.
But later, she often dreamed about Mu Er Niangzi and often thought about Mu Er Niangzi.
Unfortunately, she never saw Mrs. Mu again, let alone heard any news about her.
Wu Yanzhuang regretted telling Mu Yunhan about this, but he thought that if she was not such a woman, she probably wouldn't let him forget her.
He said softly: "Yes, I have a senior brother over there, and I can talk a few words on the border. I will write to him right away."
Mu Yunhan brought all the pens, inks and papers over and watched him write.
Wu Yanzhuang quickly wrote the letter, stood up and said, "It's time for me to leave. It's already winter and the border is freezing. If you want to go there, you must be well prepared, otherwise you may freeze to death."
"Don't worry, I won't rush in. At least I have to arrange things here properly before setting off. But I have to have Mr. Lao watch over me again."
Mu Yunhan refused to let him go: "No matter what, you have to eat. I'm not as worthless as you think."
Yi Bo Jiang Hu is actually cooking many kinds of meat, vegetables and other dishes in a copper pot.
The soup base is made from chickens that have been used to deworm vegetables at Mu Yunhan Village. In addition, mutton bones, beef bones, and pork ribs are added. The soup is cooked for a day and a night without stopping the fire before it is taken out to make the soup base. It is extremely delicious.
Eat it steaming hot with Qiongjiang wine or Yuye wine. You can eat it from autumn to spring to warm your stomach and nourish your body.
The food and wine were served, but no one was interested in tasting the delicious food. Wu Yanzhuang moved his chopsticks a few times, drank two glasses of wine, and left.
Mu Yunhan watched him leave and asked Lady Yan: "What's the matter with sister?" (To be continued)