And when Xiao Yi finally appeared in her sight, her heartstrings were instantly plucked, stirring up endless ripples. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and only the two of them were hugging each other tightly in the night.
Yu Wei's waiting made Xiao Yi feel warm and strong. He knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, he had Yu Wei's support and companionship. This deep affection illuminated his way forward like a beacon.
Little Yuri, this exceptional night watchman, displayed astonishing acuity. His ears, like a precise radar, picked up subtle changes in the air. No unfamiliar scent or movement escaped his keen perception.
But today, he seemed unusually relaxed. When other creatures or objects approached, his ears pricked up in alert, the hairs on his tail bristling, his entire body filled with vigilance. But today, he seemed to be enjoying a special kind of tranquility.
It turned out that this breath was Xiao Yi's return. To Xiao Yuri, Xiao Yi was no stranger. Every time he returned, it was an emotional call, a deep trust and the satisfaction of expectation.
Xiao Yuli's sharpness and leisurely nature are a unique expression of the deep affection between Xiao Yi and Xiao Yuli. This emotion transcends the boundaries between humans and animals and becomes an indescribable tacit understanding and trust.
In the silent night, Xiao Yi's figure gradually became clear. He was covered in cold air, as if he had just returned from a world of ice and snow. At this moment, Yu Wei, wearing only a thin layer of clothing, bravely stepped forward to meet him.
Xiao Yi knew how cold the night was, so he immediately made a gesture, signaling Yu Wei not to come near. His eyes were filled with worry, not wanting her to be affected by the slightest bit of cold air.
Alone in his room, he gently and without hesitation shed his clothes. They were a bondage, but also a reminder of history. Then, he bravely stepped into the bathroom, letting the hot water pour over his head. It was a baptism of exhaustion, but also a rebirth of self. When he emerged, he was dressed in soft cashmere pajamas, like a comforting embrace. His eyes revealed a sense of relief, the ease and freedom that comes with washing.
This scene, like a delicate painting, depicts a man's transformation from bondage to freedom. His actions demonstrate his love for life and his dedication to self-care. All of this radiates an extraordinary brilliance amidst the ordinary.
Yu Wei's transformation is like a beautiful poem. Compared to when we first met, she now seems even slimmer and taller, like a proudly erect poplar, exuding a mature charm. Her figure has become increasingly voluptuous, like a beautifully carved jade, blending the graceful elegance of the East with the unrestrained spirit of the West.
When she wore a pink cashmere-lined suit, her graceful figure was like a peach blossom in spring, delicate and charming. The suit's tailoring was perfect, perfectly outlining her slender figure, as if it were a work of nature, showcasing a woman's elegance and charm to the fullest.
Every subtle change in Yu Wei's life seems to evoke a dance between her and time. Her growth and transformation are not merely a change of appearance, but also a profound elevation of her inner self. She has woven a beautiful legend through the years, becoming a goddess in the hearts of countless people.
In this quiet little house, Yu Wei, like a girl from a pastoral poem, was preparing a bowl of steaming noodles for Xiao Yi. Her shoulder-length hair was cleverly braided into two playful pigtails, placed neatly on either side, like two docile little animals, ready to listen to every subtle sound of the world.
She was concentrating on cooking the noodles, and every movement was filled with the warm taste of home. The rising heat, with the warmth of love, filled the entire space. Xiao Yi sat quietly by the side, watching Yu Wei's busy figure, and a warm current surged in his heart.
The braised beef broth, like an old friend, has been simmering silently in the pot, now steaming warmly, welcoming every visitor. In a small pot nearby, a pot of hot water quietly simmers, like a guardian's eye, constantly watching over every detail of the yam noodles.
Thin strands of yam noodles, like silver threads, gently slide into the boiling water. Each tumble creates a passionate collision with the hot water, releasing a unique aroma. In a few seconds, as if by magic, the yam noodles transform from raw to cooked, from bland to delicious.
The yam noodles, once scooped out, are immediately embraced by the warm broth. The encounter between the two is a feast for the taste buds. The richness of the broth and the delicate texture of the yam noodles interweave into an ode to nature: we almost hear the call of the wind, the whisper of the rain, the gentle caress of the sun. In this moment, all flavors come alive.
In a foam box to the side, vibrant spring onions, as lush and green as emerald, added a touch of pastoral poetry to this tranquil corner. Yu Wei approached gently, as if afraid to disturb the tranquility. She expertly snipped a few leaves, each cut filled with awe and gratitude for nature.
The cut green onion leaves shimmered enticingly in the sunlight, like a gift from the earth. Yu Wei meticulously sliced them into thin strips, each cut precise and forceful, as if playing a silent melody. The strands of green onion leaves danced in the air like strings, emitting a unique fragrance.
These scenes, like a harmonious dance between nature and humanity, are a delicate footnote to life. Yu Wei's every movement is imbued with a love and respect for life. She uses the simplest of methods to express her dedication and pursuit of delicious food. Such scenes are not only heartwarming but also elicit profound reflection: the beauty of life is often hidden in these insignificant details.
In a small bowl nearby, a small amount of salt and sesame oil lay quietly, as if awaiting a grand entrance. With the pouring of boiling hot broth, they instantly came alive, interweaving with the broth into an ode to nature: we could almost hear the whisper of the wind, the murmur of the rain, the gentle caress of the sun.
The addition of noodles adds a certain heaviness to the bowl, like a warm embrace from Mother Earth. And the two large spoonfuls of braised beef broth infuse the bowl with soul, instantly elevating the overall flavor of the bowl.
The tender, braised beef, crystal clear and shimmering like a gem, plucked from the pot, seemed to carry with it a thousand years of stories and memories. When it was sliced thinly and gently placed on the noodles, we seemed to see the colors and warmth of life.
This bowl of hot beef noodles is not just a delicious meal, but also a picture of life.
Yu Wei, holding the steaming bowl of beef noodles, met Xiao Yi's gaze. He was standing at the bathroom door, holding a towel, his eyes a little confused. She was startled, and her face immediately flushed like a newly opened flower. She said softly, "Come and have some hot noodles. It's late, and you need to fill your stomach to sleep comfortably."
These simple words, like a kind of magic, instantly broke the awkwardness between the two. That bowl of beef noodles wasn't just food; it was warmth and care. On that cold night, it was like a beacon, illuminating their hearts.
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