In fact, this kind of thing is essentially not Jiang Muyu's turn to do, but she has been very idle recently, her hands are itchy, and she always wants to chop something.

She told Yunyan the truth, which frightened her so much.

Why do I feel like these words were said intentionally for the master to hear?

Jiang Muyu only cut the meat for a while before washing his hands. He then went to the kitchen to instruct people to cook.

Although Huang's cooking skills were good, the dishes she could cook were limited, so she wrote down a few recipes: stir-fried large intestine, stir-fried kidney, stir-fried pork heart with garlic, pork ears with black bean sauce and garlic sprouts, stir-fried tripe with black fungus, stir-fried pork liver with tangerine peel, pork stewed with vermicelli, pot-fried pork slices, and braised pork ribs with purple osmanthus.

After working for a whole afternoon, they managed to prepare a large table of dishes. The three of them, the master and the servant, could not finish so many dishes, so she simply invited the employees who came to help to bring their families to have the New Year's Eve dinner together.

A long table was placed in the yard, with two rows of red lanterns hung, hexagonal palace lanterns lit, and a few antique soups and fresh pork placed on the table, ready to be cooked and eaten immediately.

The elderly, children, women, girls, and young men all sat in the yard, laughing and talking happily.

The townspeople did not come here for free, they also brought her New Year gifts, including home-grown eggs, home-brewed wine, and home-made bacon and pickled vegetables. Jiang Muyu knew that these were their thoughtful gestures, so she accepted them all.

When the Qingsi Festival came and they were just about to take their seats, he saw a yard full of strangers standing at the door, not knowing whether to go in or out.

Where is the coolness you promised?

Jiang Muyu saw him and greeted him with a smile: "Why are you here just now? I've been waiting for you."

He pursed his lips, took out a long brocade box and handed it to her, saying, "This is the New Year's gift that the master asked me to give to you."

She took it but didn't open it to look at it. She handed it to Yunyan and said, "Put it in my room first."

"Yes." Yun Yan took the brocade box, looked at Qing Si carefully, and then hurriedly retreated.

He didn't say anything, but his aura seemed to have grown a little colder.

Jiang Muyu pretended not to see anything, took his wrist and led him to a seat.

She introduced him to everyone, "This is my savior, Qingsi. I was able to come here safely and meet everyone thanks to his help."

The townspeople were a little scared at first when they saw this cold, masked man, but after hearing her introduction, they felt that he was an ugly but kind-hearted man, and they became more friendly towards him and invited him to have dinner.

Jiang Muyu smiled gently and said, "Don't be so reserved, eat and drink well."

When everyone arrived, they started to eat.

Most of the people in the town are simple farmers who know each other. They don't know Jiang Muyu's identity and just think she is the wife of a wealthy family who escaped the war.

This is how she introduced herself to them, saying that her family suffered a disaster, she was separated from her husband and had fled here, and was only able to find temporary safety because of the rescue of an old friend.

The townspeople believed her because she was kind, well-mannered and generous.

There were not too many rules between them, and they chatted in a familiar and harmonious manner. Some of the talkative ones even talked about funny stories, which made everyone laugh.

The whole yard was filled with laughter.

Jiang Muyu was in a good mood and drank two more glasses. By the time everyone left, she was already a little drunk and staggering, but she still insisted on seeing everyone out personally.

She stood at the door and cheerfully saw off the last person, then turned around, waved her hand and said, "Yunyan, close the door."

However, as soon as she finished her words, she bumped into a strong chest.

She raised her head, holding the bruised forehead, and met a pair of bright blue eyes. The tenderness in them seemed to suck her in.

She was stunned for a moment, and said softly: "Ah Chen, is that you?"

She slowly raised her hand to touch his face, but her fingertips felt something cold, startling her as if she had just woken up from a dream.

Qingsi held her wrist, lowered his eyes, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Madam, you are drunk."

His hands were very cold, and they brought a chill to her skin when they touched her, but she did not struggle. She tilted her head slightly and smiled faintly: "Really? Maybe."

"It's freezing cold, let me take you back to the house to rest."

"good."

Jiang Muyu let him lead her into the dormitory. Her mind was rational, but her actions were out of control. She walked staggeringly and almost bumped into things several times.

He then put his arms around her waist, picked her up, walked into the room, and put her on the bed.

He turned to leave, but she grabbed his finger.

Jiang Muyu looked up at him, her almond-shaped eyes misty, and her voice was a little soft: "Can you stay?"

His body froze for a moment, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he didn't dare to turn around to look at her, and said in a deep voice: "I'll go call Yunyan in."

"I don't want Yunyan, I want you."

He stood there motionless, like a statue.

She suddenly stretched out her arms and hugged his waist, resting her cheek on the back of his waist, and choked up: "Ah Chen, please stay, just tonight, just once."

He remained silent for a long time, then sighed and gently pried her hands apart.

Jiang Muyu could not hide the disappointment in his eyes. He lowered his eyes and said softly, "Forget it, go now."

He turned around, looked at her head, slowly raised his hand and gently stroked her soft long hair, and took off a hairpin from her hair.

"Didn't you ask me to stay just now? Why are you asking me to leave now?"

She suddenly raised her head and looked at him, her eyes sparkling with surprise: "You agreed?"

He nodded gently and bent down to take off her socks.

Jiang Muyu grabbed his hand and refused to let go. With the help of alcohol and a naive dependence, her tone was soft and sticky: "Would you like to sleep with me?"

He raised his hand and gently scratched her nose, his voice returning to its usual clear tone: "You're pushing your luck."

There was a subtle hint of doting in his tone.

Jiang Muyu smiled brightly, raised her hand to touch his mask, and asked softly: "Can I take it off?"

He grabbed her wrist, his eyelashes trembling slightly: "I am wearing a human skin mask now, my face is ugly, I am afraid I will scare you."

How cautious! There is another mask underneath the mask. Is it a Russian nesting doll?

Jiang Muyu pursed her lips and said, "It doesn't matter. I'm glad I know it's you."

He let go of her hand, which was considered as his tacit consent.

She straightened up slightly, untied the mask straps through his dark hair, and slowly took it off.

The face that was revealed was completely unfamiliar, with relatively clear features, but there were burn marks spreading from the forehead to the cheek on the left side of the face, and there were knife marks of varying depths on the right side of the face. They felt like human skin to the touch, very realistic and terrifying.

She swallowed, stepped back, and said, "You'd better put on the mask."

"Well……"