Miss Xu?
Some images buried in her memory seemed to suddenly surge into her mind, overwhelming her with turbulent emotions. After a long while, she slowly exhaled, her slightly golden eyes reflecting a multitude of indescribable emotions:
Where is he now?
【Uh, Mr. Xu should be at Ningcheng First People's Hospital. He has stomach cancer, but I looked at the records and his condition is very well controlled, so Ms. Xu, you don't need to worry...】
Xu Milu didn't listen to what was said after that. She hung up the phone and sat on the bed in a daze for a while before getting up and dressing as if in a daze. But she didn't do anything else. She just went into the kitchen, grabbed a handful of rice, and started cooking porridge.
The best rice for making porridge is japonica rice. Japonica rice from North China and Southern Jiangsu has nearly round grains that look plump and have a light sheen. Porridge cooked in a clay pot is thick but not greasy, and tastes refreshing. A bowl of it in the morning is perfect for nourishing the stomach.
Mo Xuan, who was chopping wood in the backyard, sneaked in following the smell, and his eyes lit up when he saw Xu Milu cooking porridge:
"It smells so good—Mrs. Xu, shall we have rice porridge for breakfast? That's perfect! I'll go to Mrs. Wu's house up ahead where she pickles vegetables and get some more. The tofu seller gave me a few pieces of dried tofu yesterday. I'll mix them with the pickled vegetables and serve them with the porridge. Mmm, the taste is so good, even a god couldn't beat it..."
As he spoke, he was dumbfounded. Whether it was because the stove fire was too hot or the smoke from burning wood was too glaring, Xu Milu's expression looked somewhat cold, like ice that had never melted for a thousand years.
"Smack!!"
"Smack!!"
"Slap! Slap!"
Xu Milu slapped the cucumbers expressionlessly, turning one cucumber into a pulp that hung limply and stickily on the cutting board, exuding an unspoken murderous aura.
"Plop..."
Mo Xuan swallowed hard, then tiptoed out the front door, taking Chen Xiang, who was just about to enter, with him.
"Come on, come on, your brother is treating you to sesame cakes at the West Market today. Don't go in. The look on Xu Niangzi's face is just like that last time Lu Wenshan tried to get himself killed. Ugh—someone's going to die!"
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