Su Mu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the egg yolk getting smaller.
If he really lost his house, he felt like he would collapse.
After all, this is the only thought my grandfather left behind.
This house and the back mountain are not just a house and a back mountain, they are more because they were left by my grandfather. Besides, every time I think about the yard I live in and the back mountain where my grandfather lived when he was still alive, and it was he who took care of everything. Su Mu feels warm and fulfilled in his heart, and he no longer feels lonely.
It seemed that he could still feel his grandfather's presence.
Only then did I feel the warmth of home.
This is what he cares about most.
Many people don’t understand him. As a young man, why doesn’t he stay in the city, find a good job and start a family? Why does he have to go back to his hometown and stay in the village, guarding this mountain and this house? What’s the point?
No matter what, this is still the countryside.
Many people have moved from rural areas to cities, but is life in the city really that good?
Su Mu doesn't care what happens to others.
But he himself wanted to stay here.
Guarding the things that grandpa cared about most when he was alive.
This is Sumu’s only thought.
He cherishes it immensely.
That's why I was so worried just now.
"Egg yolk, I was mean to you just now because I was anxious. You have to remember that this house and the mountain behind are what I care about most and they are the most precious, do you understand?" Su Mu came to Egg Yolk, touched the other's little head, sighed, and then said.
"This is the only thing I care about in my life!"
Egg yolk looked at Su Mu's expression and understood a little.
But, I don’t quite understand.
Since the owner cares about this house and the mountain behind it, then it is natural for it, as a pet, to protect the house and the mountain for the owner.
Anyway, when it came here, it forgot everything and only knew to follow Su Mu and guard him.
For Egg Yolk, the existence of Sumu is like a spiritual pillar, a support, etc.
Anyway, just follow it.
Whatever the master says is what it is.
"Wait, I'll give you something good to drink!" Su Mu said, and immediately walked into the kitchen.
Egg yolk looked at its master Su Mu. It was good that he was not angry with it.
Soon, Egg Yolk saw Su Mu coming over with a small iron basin with white smoke coming out of it. Upon closer inspection, it was a milky white liquid that looked very good.
Danhuang pricked up his nose and smelled a faint fragrance, which was really nice.
It was emitted from the milky white liquid that the master was holding.
It’s really sweet!
It feels that it will taste even better if it drinks.
Dan Huang stared intently at the small iron basin in Su Mu's hand. Of course, Su Mu also noticed it.
The pale yellow eyes are jealous.
"This is for you to drink, try it!" Su Mu put the small iron basin on the stone table. Dan Huang flew up happily, and then looked at Su Mu very honestly.
It seems to be asking, is it really okay to drink?
"Drink it. I don't have anything good to eat for you. I don't know what you want to eat. Try this." Sun Mu said with a smile and sat on a stone bench.
Isn’t it!
He had never raised a dragon before, and he didn't know how to raise one.
These past two days, the yolks have been free-range, finding their own food and meeting their own needs.
This is Erniu’s milk, just right, let’s see if it wants to drink it.
Listening to Su Mu's words, a glimmer of joy flashed in Dan Huang's eyes, and he lowered his head and began to try to drink it. After taking the first sip, he was instantly surprised, and his eyes lit up.
It’s so delicious!
What on earth is this?
How can it be so delicious and fragrant?
It felt like it had never drunk anything before.
There are such good things in the world.
What is this called?
"It seems that you like it very much. Drink it. I have heated it. It is considered high-temperature sterilization, so there is no problem." Su Mu said with a smile.
He left some, but of course, the little fox Susu hadn't drunk it yet.
Of course I have to keep it. If it’s his turn, I’d like to try it later.
When Sumu was very young, he drank the milk of Erniu's mother. At that time, it was his grandfather who made it for him.
Now, grandpa is old, and Erniu’s mother is also old. She died after giving birth to Erniu.
He never drank fresh milk again.
Whenever I think of it, it is all those precious memories.
"I used to like drinking milk, and my grandfather often gave me milk. Later, when I went to high school in the city, my grandfather would still bring me milk. Then I went to college in another province, and until now, I haven't drunk milk."
[That's all for my book recommendations. Don't mind me, it's mainly because my new book has performed so poorly, so I'm trying to recommend it more! Thank you all! Good night everyone.]
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