Chapter 383 Huo Xingzhou, I Miss Grandma
He lowered his head.
His thin lips fell gently and softly on her eyes.
tip of the nose.
Finally it stops at the red lips.
Gently.
Slowly.
His breathing was long and with an almost imperceptible rapidity.
Qiao Xi closed her eyes and tilted her head back to meet him.
Lingering and sad, confused and infatuated.
"Master, Madam, supper is ready. I brought it in," Aunt Qian said loudly at the door. She was also afraid of seeing something she shouldn't.
The small villa was deserted. Apart from preparing meals and cleaning every day, she rarely disturbed the couple.
She just hoped that they could give birth to a baby for her as soon as possible. She didn't have any family and planned to live out her life in the Huo family.
Qiao Xi immediately woke up and pushed Huo Xingzhou, saying, "Aunt Qian is here, get up quickly."
Huo Xingzhou stood up.
Qiao Xi looked at his lips and quickly reached out to wipe them.
"It's all lipstick." She touched it hard a few times.
The usually serious and cold man looked more seductive after being stained with her lipstick.
It’s so annoying!
Huo Xingzhou reached out and gently wiped his thin lips, his fingertips tinged with a faint red, "Anything else?"
“No more.”
Qiao Xi straightened her clothes and sat down a little further away from Huo Xingzhou. Aunt Qian gave them plenty of time, waiting for two or three minutes before slowly walking in.
Her eyes were like searchlights, glancing at Qiao Xi and Huo Xingzhou.
One has a face as rosy as a peach, the other is like a melted iceberg.
There was a bow tie lying on the ground, and the zipper of the young lady's dress had not been fully zipped up.
Aunt Qian smiled and placed the tray on the coffee table. "Young Madam, today is your birthday. I didn't prepare anything else, but since most people eat this, I made you a bowl."
It's longevity noodles and a poached egg.
It is sprinkled with green chopped green onions and has a faint fragrance.
Qiao Xi's eyes suddenly became tearful.
This is how my grandmother celebrated her birthday when she was alive: fried eggs with crispy edges, not boiled. The longevity noodles are thin, long noodles, made by hand in Moon Village, not the kind you can find in supermarkets.
The oil used is tea oil, which is common among mountain people.
Very fragrant and mellow.
Instead of the olive oil and various pressed blended oils commonly used on the market.
Exactly the same.
Qiao Xi's eyes were red.
"Young Madam, please try it and see if it tastes like that." Aunt Qian said softly, "I'm afraid I'm not doing it well enough."
She handed the chopsticks to Qiao Xi and said, "Try it."
Qiao Xi took the chopsticks and lightly picked up a small amount of noodles to taste. It tasted just like she remembered. She gently bit into the poached egg. It was crispy and charred, but still a little runny in the middle.
When grandma fries eggs, she always likes them to be a little runny.
But Qiao Xi couldn't master the heat. She didn't know how to fry the edges until crispy, while still leaving a slightly runny, dark yellow center. The poached egg, soaked in a little noodle soup, tasted delicious.
Qiao Xi's tears fell instantly.
Exactly the same.
She took several bites in a row.
She always had the illusion that her grandmother was still in the village and had never left. As long as she didn't think about the fire that night, she could keep deceiving herself.
Just like before, she went out to study and returned home during the winter and summer vacations.
Grandma always picked her up at the village entrance.
The thin and hunched figure became clearer and clearer in sight.
Qiao Xi's throat felt sore and she struggled to swallow the noodles.
She sniffed, took out a tissue and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, then looked up at Aunt Qian with tears in her eyes: "Aunt Qian, this noodle is the same as the one my grandma made."
She never expected to have a bowl of longevity noodles on her birthday this year, the same noodles her grandmother had made for more than 20 years.
Aunt Qian groaned and quickly wiped her tears with a tissue. "Don't cry, Madam. How can you be so nostalgic? This was all ordered by the young master. He said he wanted to make this bowl of noodles and even told me what kind of oil to use and what kind of noodles to use."
Qiao Xi's eyes were sore again.
She looked at Huo Xingzhou aggrievedly and quickly wiped away her tears, feeling a little sad and a little touched.
Huo Xingzhou said softly, "When grandma was alive, she told me she would always cook a bowl of longevity noodles for your birthday. She said you weren't picky about food, but you always liked tea oil in your noodles and liked fried eggs with crispy edges and a runny center... She also said that if she was gone one day, she hoped you could also have a bowl of longevity noodles on your birthday."
The little old lady is in poor health and she knows very well that she won't live for many more years.
She wanted to spend as much time as possible with Qiao Xi. No one expected that the fire would happen so suddenly and take her away directly.
"My cooking skills are not up to par, so I can only ask Aunt Qian to help me make a bowl."
When Qiao Xi heard this, tears fell like strings of pearls.
She cried silently, the old lady's voice and smile appeared in her mind. She remembered the days when they depended on each other, which was so poor but warm.
If she were still alive, she would definitely say to her today: "Nannan has grown another year older."
But now.
At the entrance of Moon Village, there was no longer a thin and kind old lady looking forward to her return.
"Huo Xingzhou." She choked up and said, "I miss grandma."
She had no parental love in her life, only the old lady gave her family affection.
Huo Xingzhou patted her back gently, silently comforting her.
Aunt Qian said gently, "Young Madam, we are all here with you. Just tell me what you like to eat and I promise to make it for you. Don't be polite with me. Madam and I both treat you as our daughter."
"Um."
Qiao Xi responded in a muffled voice, her eyes still red.
"Then you guys eat first. I'll be out first." Aunt Qian put down the other bowl of wontons on the tray and left.
She really didn't expect that the young master had such a thoughtful side and remembered the young lady's preferences.
Aunt Qian closed the door.
Huo Xingzhou comforted him, "Don't cry, eat the longevity noodles first. If they get clumped together later, they won't taste good."
"good."
Qiao Xi lowered her head obediently and began to eat bite by bite.
She tried hard to hold back her tears.
If grandma saw that she is living so well now and is on the right track, she would definitely be very happy.
She really wanted to tell her grandmother that she had found a man who could accompany her for life, protect her and spoil her.
Qiao Xi finished the bowl of noodles. Although her stomach was a little full, she still drank the noodle soup.
"Wipe your mouth."
Huo Xingzhou handed her a wet wipe.
Qiao Xi wiped the corner of her mouth and asked, "This is the best birthday present I've ever received, bar none. Huo Xingzhou, it's really great to have you by my side."
Huo Xingzhou's lips curled up slightly. "I know very well that you prefer birthdays like this to the hustle and bustle of a banquet. You agreed to hold a birthday party only because you couldn't bear to refuse everyone's kindness."
"Qiao Xi, because you are good, you deserve my kindness."
Love is mutual.
She also has a lot of tolerance and restraint, but never expresses it out loud.
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