Zhou's mother also agreed with a smile, "Yes, you guys eat first, we'll grill two more and add some fire."
Shen Liwu hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist the temptation of the roasted corn, so he lowered his head and took a bite. The sweet taste of corn melted in her mouth, and she couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Zhou Yanjing watched her eat with a satisfied look on her face, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, and his eyes were full of tenderness.
"Tell me, why is this corn so fragrant?" Shen Liwu took a bite and asked vaguely, looking at Zhou Yanjing with sparkling eyes, like a child with a strong desire for knowledge.
Zhou Yanjing chuckled, turning the corn in his hand, and answered casually: "Maybe it's because we grow it at home, so it's fresh. Plus, it tastes better when roasted over firewood than outside."
Shen Liwu nodded thoughtfully, then lowered his head and took a bite of corn, leaving a circle of burnt marks around his mouth.
Zhou Yanjing saw this and couldn't help but reach out and gently wipe away the black dust from the corner of her mouth with his thumb. His movements were natural and intimate.
"The way you eat is really becoming more and more like a child." He teased with a smile, but his eyes were full of doting.
Shen Liwu curled his lips in disapproval, took another big bite of corn, and said vaguely: "That's because you roasted it so deliciously, I can't control it."
Zhou's mother was watching with great joy, and she slowed down the process of adding firewood. She said jokingly, "Wuwu, if you like it, come back often and I will bake it for you every day."
When Shen Liwu heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she nodded quickly, “That’s great, Mom, you can’t regret it!”
Zhou Yu also smiled and interrupted, "Don't worry, we don't have any other food at home, but we have plenty of corn. I guarantee you'll have enough to eat."
Shen Liwu chuckled, then lowered his head and concentrated on the corn in his hand, looking very satisfied.
After eating two, she couldn't eat anymore, so Zhou Yanjing brought a basin of warm water for her to wash her hands.
It was already dark, and the moonlight was like water, sprinkling on every corner of the yard, adding a touch of mystery and tenderness to this peaceful countryside.
Shen Liwu sat on a small stool, soaked his fingers in warm water, and gently rubbed his fingertips stained with the aroma of corn. The rippling water reflected her slightly satisfied face.
The lights in the village went out one by one, leaving only scattered points of light in the distance.
In the yard, a few crickets were playing nocturne in the grass. The wind blew through the cornfield, and the leaves rustled against each other, as if they were whispering.
Zhou Yanjing squatted down, picked up a clean cloth and handed it to her, "Wipe your hands. It's cold at night. Don't catch a cold."
Shen Liwu took the cloth and gently wiped the water droplets on her hands, the sweet scent of corn still lingering on her fingertips. Her eyes inadvertently swept to the corner of the yard, where a few bundles of dried straw were piled, glowing a faint golden color under the moonlight.
"Look," she pointed to the pile of straw, her voice so soft as if she was afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the night, "I seem to be able to smell the scent of rice."
Zhou Yanjing followed her line of sight, a trace of nostalgia flashing in his eyes, "When I was a child, the children in the village and I often rolled on that pile of straw and played hide-and-seek. At that time, I always felt that the days passed slowly, and that we could play like this carefree forever."
Shen Liwu looked at him with soft eyes, "Do you still miss those days now?"
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