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Before dawn, Su Yunwei couldn't hold it in any longer and got out of bed very reluctantly. She put on her coat in a daze and was about to go back to sleep after going to the bathroom. However, she heard panting sounds coming from the yard next door from time to time, and Su Yunwei became curious.
She tiptoed over and saw Fu Chang'an in the dim light of early morning, dressed in black, holding a sharp sword, his posture as agile as a dragon. His forehead and neck were glowing, and it seemed that this man did not sleep at night and just exercised here.
Su Yunwei's eyes lit up, and she leaned against the door frame, grinning and saying, "General Fu, you're in a good mood, getting up so early... to blow off some steam?"
Fu Changan was startled by the voice, and he retracted his sword suddenly. He turned around and saw that it was her. A barely noticeable blush instantly appeared on his cheeks, and his eyes became a little evasive, fearing that she would say something embarrassing again, even though he was already blushing.
"Weiwei...you...why did you get up?" He subconsciously wanted to put on his outer robe to cover his sweaty chest.
Afraid that she would ask to see it again.
"Of course..." Su Yunwei deliberately stretched out her tone, walked towards him, stood on tiptoe, leaned close to his ear, and whispered softly: "Because of a certain evildoer, I was thinking about it all night and couldn't sleep at all."
"Boom..." Fu Changan felt a surge of hot blood rushing to his head, and his whole body was about to smoke. His hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened, and his heartbeat accelerated, even more violently than when he was practicing sword just now.
She...how dare she say anything!
Su Yunwei was so happy seeing him looking at his helpless look.
It's so funny that this general, who is so feared on the battlefield, is so frivolous in private.
She knew when to stop, fearing that she would really make the other person pout, so she changed the subject and said seriously, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Su Yun smiled and said, "Do you like bread?"
"What... is bread?" Fu Changan tried hard to understand what bread was, but unfortunately he couldn't find the answer.
"It's just something delicious. I'll make it for you."
Fu Changan looked at her sparkling eyes, and his heartbeat, which had just calmed down, seemed to recover again. "I like everything you cook." His voice was a little hoarse.
Su Yunwei looked at him and chuckled, "Then after you finish your court session today, get me some fine, clean soil, flour, eggs, milk, and... some honey."
Although Fu Changan was puzzled about what she wanted the dirt and flour for, he didn't ask any more questions. He just nodded and said, "Okay. I'll have someone bring it to you after court."
At this time, a faint bell sound came from the distance, reminding the officials to prepare to go to court.
Fu Changan looked at the sky and said, "I have to change into my court clothes."
"Wait!" Su Yunwei called him again.
Fu Changan stopped and looked back.
Su Yunwei walked forward quickly, stood on tiptoe again, and kissed him on his slightly pursed thin lips with a crisp "bo" sound in the blink of an eye.
"Your reward, go to work!"
After saying that, she turned around and slipped back to her yard, leaving Fu Changan petrified on the spot again. The soft touch on his lips lingered for a long time. He mechanically raised his hand and touched the place where he was kissed, and his whole body was in ecstasy.
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At today's morning court session, the ministers discovered that General Fu Chang'an, who was usually focused and attentive, seemed a little distracted.
When the Holy Lord asked a question, he was slow to respond. When his colleagues argued, his eyes were blank. Even when Wang Shuchao, who had teased him for being a soldier, teased him again, he just stared at Wang Shuchao and smiled.
Uncle Wang looked at the old man with a scowl on his face. Seeing this, the corners of his mouth twitched. He thought to himself, is that the smile of the King of Hell?
It's so scary.
Xie Yunqing didn't think so. Looking at his wandering eyes and slightly red ears, he looked just like... a young man in love!
This old iron tree must have done something bad that is unknown to the public.
Feeling like he was being scratched by a cat, Xie Yunqing stood in the court with his head down, wishing he could squeeze over and gossip a little.
Finally, the court session was over. "Hengzhi! Wait a minute..." Before Xie Yunqing could finish his words, a servant in plain clothes suddenly ran over and stopped him at the palace gate. Judging from his appearance, he must have been waiting at the palace gate for a long time.
He was seen whispering a few words to Xie Yunqing. After Xie Yunqing heard it, his face suddenly changed. He did not care about Fu Changan's gossip and hurriedly said to Fu Changan: "Hengzhi, I have something urgent to do. I'll leave first!" After that, he hurriedly followed the servant away.
Fu Changan actually didn't hear Xie Yunqing calling him at all. He was still immersed in the softness of that early morning. He floated out of the palace, jumped on his horse, and headed for the military camp. After arriving at the camp, he ordered his personal guards to find the best clay, flour, eggs, and other items, and immediately send them back to Su Yunwei.
After the personal guards sent these things back to the mansion and handed them over to Su Yunwei, Ming Zhao just happened to arrive.
"Teacher Su, what are these things in your hand?" Ming Zhao subconsciously reached out to take some of them and asked in confusion.
"You'll know soon." Su Yunwei glanced at Ming Zhao, and then the two returned to Su Yunwei's residence.
It just so happened that Fu Mingyue was waiting here too.
Seeing Ming Zhao and Su Yunwei carrying a lot of things, Fu Mingyue hurried forward and asked suspiciously, "Weiwei, what are you doing with these eggs?" She glanced at them and noticed some dirt, "What are you doing with this sticky mud?"
"Are there any skills we are going to learn today?" Ming Zhao gently placed the egg in her hand on the stone table. As a teacher, she never played by the rules, just like the medical skills she taught him, which were extraordinary.
"No." Su Yunwei took out the bag of flour without thinking, but she didn't expect Fu Changan to thoughtfully prepare a bowl for her. "I want to cook."
Fu Mingyue loved delicious food the most, but looking at the eggs and mud in front of her, she couldn't help but curl her lips and said, "Are you going to make beggar's eggs?"
Just like beggar's chicken, they cover the chicken with mud and then roast it. But... can we roast it in the yard? If my brother finds out, will he beat me?
"Weiwei, I'm scared." Fu Mingyue acted embarrassed. "If my brother knew we were digging up the land in his yard, he would beat us."
Su Yunwei chuckled at Fu Mingyue's expression of "brother will kill people", "What are you thinking? This mud is not for making eggs, it's for making kilns."
"Build a kiln?" Fu Mingyue and Mingzhao said in unison, their faces full of confusion.
"That's right, it's a kiln." Su Yunwei rolled up his sleeves and spread out the milk and honey one by one. "It's a kind of oven made of mud. The bread baked in it is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It's very fragrant."
As she spoke, she had already begun mixing the clay with water. "Mingyue, go to the kitchen and get some dry wood. Mingzhao, you knead the dough."
Although Fu Mingyue was still skeptical about whether a clay stove could make delicious food, she couldn't help swallowing her saliva when she heard the words "crispy on the outside and tender on the inside". She obediently ran to the kitchen to find firewood, while Mingzhao went to wash his hands and knead the dough.
Su Yunwei concentrated on building her bread kiln. She chose a ventilated and safe corner, and used the clay sent by Fu Changan's personal soldiers to carefully build a hollow hemispherical earthen kiln according to the way her grandmother had done it. Her movements were not very skilled, and even a little clumsy. The mud got on her cheeks and lapels, but she didn't care. Her eyes were shining. If Fu Changan saw it, there would definitely be chaos again.
This was the scene Fu Changan saw when he returned from the military camp and stepped into the yard. Su Yunwei, with mud on her face, was standing intently on a strange pile of earth. Fu Mingyue was standing nearby, watching curiously, while Mingzhao was standing nearby holding a bundle of firewood.
His eyes immediately locked onto the speck of dust on the tip of her nose. He subconsciously curled the corners of his lips, and the throbbing brought by the sudden kiss in the morning seemed to revive quietly.
"Brother!" Fu Mingyue was the first to notice him, and she stood up straight as if she had been caught doing something bad. Su Yunwei looked up at the sound and saw Fu Changan. She immediately smiled brightly, with a bit of pride: "You're back just in time! My bread oven is finished."
Fu Changan walked forward, ignoring his sister's awkwardness, and his eyes fell on the peculiar earthen kiln, "Is this... a bread kiln?" He really couldn't connect this with "delicious food".
"Don't underestimate it," Su Yunwei patted the mud on her hands, "Wait until it's hot, put the fermented dough in and bake it with the residual heat. It tastes simply amazing!" As she said that, she instructed Ming Zhao not to add any more firewood.
By the time this batch of firewood is burned, it should be almost done.
The kiln was almost done burning. Su Yunwei quickly put the dough into the hot kiln, then blocked the kiln mouth with a stone slab prepared in advance, and then sealed the gap tightly with wet mud.
"Next, we just have to wait." Su Yun breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, but accidentally got another mud mark on his forehead.
Fu Changan looked at her cat-like face, and almost subconsciously reached out his hand and rubbed her forehead with his fingertips.
As the action took place, both of them were stunned.
Su Yunwei was caught off guard by his sudden approach and blinked. Fu Changan suddenly withdrew his hand as if burned. His ears turned red at a visible speed. He looked away in panic and said with forced composure, "There is... there is mud."
Fu Mingyue and Mingzhao were paying attention to the situation in the kiln and did not notice the interaction between the two for a while.
Not long after, Su Yunwei estimated that the time had come, "It should be ready," she jumped up excitedly and carefully pried open the sealed kiln entrance.
An alluring and rich aroma instantly gushed out, filling the entire yard. It was a warm aroma I had never experienced before, a mixture of wheat and honey.
All three of them couldn't stop swallowing.
She placed a thick cloth under the bread and took out a large, golden and crispy round bread.
"Success," Su Yunwei cheered, placed the bread on the stone table and broke it open carefully.
There is a crisp "click" sound, and the hot air carries a richer aroma. The tissue inside is soft and fluffy, and when it is pulled apart, fine and smooth threads can be pulled out.
She gave each of the three people who gathered around her eagerly a large piece.
Fu Mingyue couldn't wait to take a bite. The heat made her gasp, but she continued chewing without stopping, mumbling, "It's... delicious. It's really delicious. Soft inside and crispy outside."
Ming Zhao ate politely, but his eyes were filled with wonder. He nodded and agreed, "I've never tasted anything like it."
Fu Changan looked at the golden bread in his hands and took a bite, imitating their example. The crust was crispy on the outside, soft and sweet on the inside, with a milky aroma and just the right amount of sweetness. A warm feeling of happiness spread straight to the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help but take another big bite, nodding emphatically, "Delicious." His eyes fell on Su Yunwei's expectant face, and he added, "Very delicious."
Su Yunwei listened to their praises, her heart filled with satisfaction. Her eyes curved into crescents as she smiled. She also took a bite and breathed a sigh of relief.
This is the taste of home.
Fu Changan looked at the corners of her mouth covered with bread crumbs. Perhaps, next time he had a day off, he could help her find more clay.
At this moment, Xie Yunqing, who had left in a hurry, was standing in front of an ordinary house in the city, his face more solemn than ever.
Listening to what the servant said, he, who was usually good-tempered, clenched his fists in anger.
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