While Linlang was washing rice, Amu slowly walked in.

Hearing footsteps, Linlang turned around and met Amu's eyes. She glanced at the front yard, walked over, and whispered, "Why did you come out?"

"I, I'll light the fire for you." Amu looked at Linlang bewilderedly, like a child who had made a mistake. "Is it okay?"

He heard that there were guests at home. His elder brother was greeting the guests in the front, while Linlang was washing and scrubbing in the kitchen alone. He wanted to come and help her.

"I hid in front and came here, so no one saw me." Amu's voice became smaller and smaller, and he spoke cautiously, fearing that Linlang would be angry.

Linlang pulled his sleeve and led him into the kitchen. "You, just rest in the room. I can handle it."

"I want to help." They met by chance, and he felt that he couldn't take advantage of the kindness shown to him by others.

The expression on his face betrayed his thoughts. Linlang smiled unconsciously, "Can you light a fire?"

Ah Mu shook his head sincerely, "No."

I knew he wouldn't.

Linlang patiently taught him, "This is flint, used to start a fire. Put a handful of leaves in it."

After a few crackling sounds, the flames started to burn. Linlang then taught him how to put firewood in. "Put some small sticks in first, and then put in the firewood after it's lit..."

Amu studied very seriously. It turned out that there was so much knowledge about making fire, which he had never known before.

These were not difficult for Amu and he learned them quickly.

There were two pots, one for braising meat, the other for steaming rice. Everything else was done, so now it was time to cook. Linlang sat beside Amu, the flames illuminating his face, turning it red.

"Have you ever been to school?"

"I have read it. I started to learn it at the age of three and continued to read until I was twelve." Amu stared at the dancing flames, as if he saw the time after he turned twelve, burning and painful.

The hand holding the firewood was shaking, as if it was looking at a red-hot iron.

Linlang held his wrist and together they threw the firewood into the stove. "How old is it?"

"nineteen."

"I'm eighteen." Linlang breathed a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, it's not my young husband."

"ah?"

After thinking about it, Amu realized that Linlang didn't like a husband younger than her, and they were just right.

Amu breathed a sigh of relief, but still couldn't help saying, "I'm so ugly..."

The scars all over his body and face were shocking and terrifying. "Aren't you afraid?"

Linlang smiled and shook her head. "It's just the appearance. Some people are as beautiful as fairies but have hearts as vicious as snakes, while others are ugly but have kind hearts. Ah Mu, I've seen all kinds of people. Appearance is not important to me."

"Also, I'm a doctor. I've seen all sorts of horrific injuries and am immune to them. Of course, I won't let you go out with a face like this. I can heal you, but it'll take time."

He doesn't care, but people outside will look down on him.

A warm feeling welled up in his heart, and Mu choked up a little as he said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Linlang stood up, closed her eyes and sniffed, "Do you smell the aroma of braised meat?"

"Hmm." Ah Mu imitated her, closed his eyes and sniffed hard, "It smells good."

"Of course. It will taste even better when you eat it later." In her previous life, when she and her son were poor, they relied on this to make money, and her cooking skills have become perfect.

Amu smelled the aroma of meat. It seemed like decades had passed and he had forgotten what meat tasted like.

Suddenly, a piece of shiny red, elastic meat appeared in front of him. Looking up, Linlang looked at him with a smile on her face, "Quick, taste it and see if it's tasty."

Amu wiped his hands on his sleeves, and the meat was already at his lips. "Just eat it like this."

He opened his mouth and ate it. When his teeth bit into the meat, it was very springy, fragrant and flavorful. For some reason, his eyes misted up. It must be the hot steam from the pot, which made his eyes water.

"How about it?"

Ah Mu didn't dare to look up at Lin Lang, and only nodded, "It's delicious, very delicious."

Linlang covered the pot and simmered it. "We buy pork at home, so we have plenty of meat to eat. If you like, we will cook it for you often in the future. For lunch, we will have braised pork rice with sauce on it. It's so delicious."

Amu had already imagined how delicious it would be. He always had strong self-control, but he didn't expect that it would actually arouse his appetite.

When Linlang cut a small plate of food and handed him the chopsticks, he took it and felt a sense of secret joy in his heart that he was favored.

Linlang occasionally glanced at Amu who was quietly eating braised meat in front of the stove. Even though he was wearing gray cloth clothes, he still sat in front of the stove with his back straight, and that elegance was engraved in his bones.

He was a well-educated man, what a pity.

In the front yard, Su Jinyao was talking to Rong Yi excitedly about life in the military camp. The two of them got along quite well and chatted animatedly.

Smelling the fragrance coming from the backyard, Su Jinyao stopped talking and said, "What delicious food did our sister make? It smells so good."

In just one or two hours, Linlang has become our sister.

Rong Yi was initially worried that Su Jinyao was approaching them on purpose because he had a crush on his sister, but he didn't expect that to be the case. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Our sister is our sister," he thought. "Su Jinyao is a very nice person."

He was not at all discriminatory and told him about things in the military camp and the essentials of practicing kung fu.

As for what kind of delicious food our sister cooked, Rong Yi had no idea. After all, Linlang's cooking skills were simply dark cuisine, so people usually didn't dare let her cook.

Since they came to their senses, their cooking skills have also improved. Compared to the food they eat now, what they used to eat was like pig food.

Su Jinyao was about to go and see what was going on, but Rong Yi quickly stood up and said, "Fourth Young Master, the backyard is messy and fumes are thick. Please sit down for a moment."

A'mu is in the side room and cannot be discovered. Su Jinyao is very knowledgeable, and if he sees A'mu like that, he will definitely become suspicious.

Ah Mu was in such a miserable state. If he wanted to forget the past and start over, he should not be disturbed. Rong Yi already regarded Ah Mu as his brother-in-law, so of course he had to protect his family.

"It's okay, we are brothers, there is no reason for us to dislike each other." It smelled so good that Su Jinyao couldn't wait to taste it.

Rong Yi couldn't stop him. They treated him as a brother, so it didn't seem appropriate to stop them from going to the kitchen.

At this moment, Linlang pushed open the door and brought over the dishes. "I made braised pork today. It took a while. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Fourth Young Master."

Looking at the delicious food on the plate, Su Jinyao's mouth watered. "It's so delicious, it's worth waiting for."

Rong Yi swallowed and gave Linlang a thumbs up. His sister was so amazing.

The meal was a great success for both host and guest. Before leaving, Linlang packed two portions for him. "The braised pork tastes pretty good. Fourth Young Master, take it back for your wife and the other three young masters to try. It's a good choice for drinking."

Su Jinyao was regretting not having any wine at noon. He drank three big bowls of braised pork soup and rice. The braised pork prepared by Linlang was just what he liked.

"Thank you, sister. They will definitely like it. I'll come again tomorrow. Just tell me if you need me to do anything."

Linlang didn't want him to come. When he came, many young girls and wives gathered at the door, afraid that people would discover Ah Mu. "I will go to the other courtyard to visit the lady tomorrow."

So, don't come.