Chapter 383 Huo Xingzhou, I Miss Grandma

He bowed his head.

His thin lips fell slowly and softly on her eyes.

tip of the nose.

Finally it stops at the red lips.

gently.

Slowly.

His breathing was long and slightly rapid.

Qiao Xi closed her eyes and tilted her head up to meet him.

The love is lingering and sad, the mind is confused and lost.

"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 see.

The small villa was deserted. Apart from preparing meals and cleaning every day, she seldom disturbed the couple.

She just hoped that they could give birth to a baby for her to take care of soon. She didn't have any family, so she planned to live out her life in the Huo family.

Qiao Xi immediately became alert, pushed Huo Xingzhou and said, "Auntie Qian is here, hurry up."

Huo Xingzhou stood up.

Qiao Xi looked at his lips and quickly reached out to wipe them.

"It's all lipstick." She touched it vigorously a few times.

The usually serious and cold man looked more seductive after wearing her lipstick.

It’s so annoying!

Huo Xingzhou reached out his hand and gently wiped his thin lips, his fingertips tinged with a faint red, "Anything else?"

“No more.”

Qiao Xi arranged her clothes and sat a little further away from Huo Xingzhou. Aunt Qian gave them enough 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 a melting iceberg.

There was still a bow tie on the ground, and the zipper of the young lady's dress had not been fully zipped up.

Aunt Qian smiled and put the tray on the tea table: "Madam, today is your birthday. I didn't prepare anything else, but I thought most people would eat this, so I made you a bowl."

It's longevity noodles and a poached egg.

It is sprinkled with green onions and has a faint fragrance.

Qiao Xi's eyes suddenly became watery.

This is how my grandmother celebrated her birthday when she was alive. The fried eggs should be scrambled to a crispy edge, not boiled. The longevity noodles are thin and long, made by hand in Moon Village, not the kind sold everywhere in supermarkets.

The oil used is tea oil which is commonly found in mountain villages.

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 turned red.

"Madam, please try it and see if it tastes like that." Aunt Qian said softly, "I'm afraid I didn't cook it well enough."

She handed the chopsticks to Qiao Xi, "Taste."

Qiao Xi took the chopsticks and lightly picked up a small portion of noodles and tasted it. It tasted just like what she remembered. She took a bite of the poached egg. It was crispy and crispy, but a little runny in the middle.

When grandma fries eggs, she always likes them to be runny.

But Qiao Xi couldn't control the heat. She didn't know how to fry the edges to a crispy texture while leaving the center a bit of dark yellow runny meat. The poached egg soaked in some noodle soup tasted great.

Qiao Xi's tears fell instantly.

Exactly the same.

She took several bites in a row.

There was always an illusion that grandma 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, hunched figure became clearer and clearer in the sight.

Qiao Xi's throat felt sore and she tried hard to swallow the noodles in her mouth.

She sniffed, took out a tissue to wipe the tears from her eyes, 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 sighed and quickly wiped her tears with a tissue: "Don't cry, Madam. How can you be so nostalgic? This is all ordered by the young master. He said he wanted to make this bowl of noodles and specifically told me what kind of oil to put in it 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 sad and touched at the same time.

Huo Xingzhou said softly, "When grandma was alive, she told me that she would always cook a bowl of longevity noodles for your birthday. She said that you were not picky about food, but you always liked to put tea oil in the noodles, and liked to eat fried eggs with crispy edges and runny core... She said that if she was gone one day, she hoped that you could also eat a bowl of longevity noodles on your birthday."

The old lady was in poor health and she knew very well that she would not live for many more years.

She wanted to spend as much time as possible with Qiao Xi, but no one expected that the fire would happen so suddenly and take her away.

"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 a string 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 were 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 is no longer a thin and frail old lady looking up expectantly, waiting for her return.

"Huo Xingzhou." She choked up and said, "I miss grandma."

She had no love from her parents 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 softly, her eyes still red.

"Then you guys eat first. I'm going to go 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 considerate side and remembered the young mistress's preferences.

Aunt Qian closed the door.

Huo Xingzhou comforted her, "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 such a good life now and has gotten 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 the rest of her life, protect her and pamper her.

Qiao Xi finished the bowl of noodles. Although her stomach felt a little bloated, she still drank up the soup.

"Wipe your mouth."

Huo Xingzhou handed her a wet towel.

Qiao Xi wiped the corner of her mouth and asked, "This is the best birthday present I have ever received, bar none. Huo Xingzhou, it's really good to have you by my side."

Huo Xingzhou raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "I know very well that you prefer this kind of birthday to the bustle of a banquet. You agreed to hold a birthday party just because you couldn't bear to reject 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 she never expresses it out loud.