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The mountain is covered with clear mist, which surrounds it.
Su Yunwei got up early and thought about the eldest daughter of the Mo family that Du Yinyin mentioned last night. She felt like there was a stone in her heart, making her feel anxious.
But what is more important is that today's craniotomy surgery is not supported by any modern medical means, so tumors or cerebral infarction are both possible.
"Why... don't you sleep a little longer?" Thinking of the shoulder incident last night, Fu Changan didn't know how to communicate with Su Yunwei. He was afraid that she was still angry with him.
Seeing that it was Fu Changan, Su Yun frowned slightly. The name of the eldest daughter of the Mo family seemed to ring in his ears again. After thinking about it, it seemed that it had nothing to do with him and he was just worrying about nothing.
"I don't want to sleep." Su Yunwei glanced at him and spoke calmly. She used to think his face was handsome, but now, she really disliked it.
Seeing that Su Yunwei was a little cold, he suspected that she was still angry about what happened last night. He sighed softly and took a step forward to get closer to Su Yunwei, but he didn't expect her to turn around and leave.
The fluttering skirt slid gently across his fingertips, like a feather that pried open his heart, and then disappeared with regret.
Su Yunwei walked into the room and saw Fu Mingyue sitting on the floor with messy hair and sleepy eyes, while Gu Youyuan was yawning beside her.
"Weiwei, you got up so early." After saying that, Fu Mingyue couldn't help but yawn.
"Get up quickly. I see smoke coming out of the kitchen chimney."
After getting up in the morning and going to the kitchen to get some water to wash her face, Su Yunwei saw Du's mother going into the kitchen. She probably wanted to make breakfast.
But in fact, Du's mother was just thirsty, so she went to the kitchen to get some water. After drinking the water, she went back to her room and continued to sleep.
At this moment, Su Yunwei stood at the kitchen door and saw a tall figure bending over with difficulty, stirring the porridge in his hands. The fragrant aroma of rice porridge immediately filled his nose.
"We just need a few more cakes and then we can have breakfast!" Fu Changan glanced at Su Yunwei who was leaning against the door frame, picked up the ladle on the pot lid, scooped out the rice porridge in the pot, and put it in a large basin.
Then he poured some water to clean the pot, returned to the stove, added some firewood, and when he saw that the steam in the pot had disappeared, he quickly poured some oil.
"There's a stool here, you can sit down first." Fu Changan looked at the temperature of the oil, then looked at Su Yunwei. Although he knew she was still angry with him, it would take a while to make the pancakes, so it would be more comfortable to sit down and be angry.
Su Yunwei was a little surprised to see his skillful cooking skills, but then she thought, as a general who had been fighting outside for many years, it was not surprising that he could cook a little!
"So it's my brother cooking here!" Fu Mingyue smelled the fragrance of rice porridge from a distance. Seeing Su Yunwei in the kitchen, she ran over excitedly.
"Weiwei, can you cook?"
"No." Su Yun smiled and found a stool to sit down, "But I can make bread."
"What is bread?" Fu Mingyue had never heard of it before. "Is it delicious?"
"I'll make it for you to try when we get back." Su Yunwei said.
Fu Mingyue has never been able to resist delicious food. She looked at Su Yunwei with bright eyes and said, "We agreed on this. You can't go back on your word!"
"No regrets!" After being in this dynasty for so long, Su Yunwei herself was also eager to eat bread.
Fu Changan's pancakes were already baked. The whole room was filled with the aroma of burnt food. Fu Mingyue, a greedy person, particularly liked these golden pancakes.
Take a bite, it is crispy, tender and salty, and the flavor lingers in your mouth.
Fu Mingyue felt that her brother's cooking skills were comparable to those of the family's chef.
"Brother, your pancakes are so delicious. From today on, I will make you the God of Pancakes. How about that?"
Fu Changan remained silent, quietly serving porridge to Su Yunwei. Su Yunwei was afraid that Fu Mingyue would be embarrassed, so she took up the topic and said, "How about I make you the God of Praise?"
"What is Kuakua Shen?" Fu Mingyue had never heard of it.
"It means you're beautiful and a little fairy who loves to compliment others."
"Then I like it." Fu Mingyue likes people praising her beauty.
A bowl of porridge was handed to him. Su Yunwei raised his eyes and glanced at Fu Changan who was holding the porridge. After thinking for a moment, he refused and said, "I don't like porridge. You can give it to Mingyue. I'll just eat the cake."
"Porridge can cleanse the stomach and intestines and is beneficial to the body. Although bread can satisfy your appetite, it is oily..."
"Porridge or fried cakes?" Su Yunwei interrupted him, "I can choose for myself!"
He looked at Su Yunwei, the bowl of porridge in his hand seemed incredibly hot.
"Or, I actually don't like either of them, and I eat it now just because I'm hungry!" As soon as the words came out, Su Yunwei was stunned. She didn't know what was wrong with her. As soon as she saw Fu Changan, her mouth and thoughts were out of control.
Fu Changan's hand froze in mid-air for a moment, and then he placed the bowl of hot porridge steadily on the wooden table in front of her.
He turned around silently, took another empty bowl from the stove, filled it with half a bowl of porridge, and sat down opposite Su Yunwei. His tall body seemed a little cramped in the low kitchen. He bent his legs, picked up another piece of cake, and began to eat it silently.
The remaining fire in the stove crackled softly, and the steam from the rice porridge rose, blurring his deep eyebrows as he lowered his head to eat.
"On the march, cooking over a fire easily reveals our whereabouts," Fu Chang'an suddenly said, his tone calm, as if this were a perfectly normal occurrence. "So, most of the time, the soldiers ate cold, hard rations. If they could find a safe place, set up a wok, and cook a bowl of hot porridge, that would be the ultimate delicacy." He took another bite of the pancake, and the crispy crumbs fell onto his clothes. He brushed them off as he chewed. "I learned how to make these pancakes from an old cook in the army back then. He said that pancakes can be stored for a long time and are very filling. If I could nibble on them while they were still warm, it would remind me that I was still alive and could still taste the flavor of this pancake."
Su Yunwei listened to his words, and her hand holding the pancake tightened slightly unconsciously. She mechanically took a bite of the crispy and fragrant crust in her hand. It was indeed as he said. The scorching temperature and the lingering fragrance on her teeth and lips proved that she was still alive.
Fu Mingyue looked at her brother, then at Su Yunwei, and tactfully held the bowl in her hand, drinking the porridge in small sips, but her eyes were rolling around, as if she finally noticed the indescribable subtle atmosphere between them.
Fu Changan lowered his head, not looking at Su Yunwei, but his peripheral vision kept track of her every move. Seeing her chewing the pancake in small bites, he continued, "At that time, I thought, if I ever settle down in the future, I must make sure that the person I care about can eat hot meals every day, without having to work hard for it." He raised his head and looked at Su Yunwei, his eyes calm. "Porridge or pancakes, it's up to you. If you don't like it, you don't have to eat it. The kitchen may be small, but if you want to eat something, I can try it."
He did not apologize for what happened last night, nor was he angry at her harsh words. He just shared a seemingly irrelevant past as usual, but it planted a seed in Su Yunwei's heart, which quickly sprouted and grew into a towering tree in a moment.
He just wanted to tell her that proficiency was not innate, and everything he gave came from his cherishment of her, and what he could give her was the right to absolute freedom.
Su Yunwei suddenly felt that it was a bit hasty to quarrel with him because of a woman she had never met. At least... she should ask him before making a decision. But the most important thing was what he said just now, the person he cared about.
The person he cares about...is it me?
She wanted to avoid his gaze, but after thinking about it, she raised her head and met his eyes, as if she wanted to tell him that she forgives him.
She picked up the bowl of porridge in front of her and put it into her mouth under Fu Changan's gaze. The aroma of rice filled the air and slid into her stomach, making her body feel warm.
Fu Changan watched her subtle movements, a smile flickering across his eyes, but it was fleeting. He also lowered his head, finished the pancake in his hand, and picked up a bowl of porridge.
Fu Mingyue licked the rice grains at the corner of her mouth, and breathed a sigh of relief at the sudden disappearance of the subtle atmosphere. Then she looked at Su Yunwei who was drinking porridge and asked expectantly, "How is it? My brother's porridge is not bad, right?"
Su Yunwei did not answer immediately, but took another sip and thought about it with difficulty. Fu Changan saw it and was reluctant to swallow the porridge in his mouth. He held his breath and waited for her answer.
"Your brother's porridge." Su Yunwei deliberately lengthened the sentence and made a slight adjustment. "He really deserves to be named the Porridge God again."
After hearing this, Fu Changan breathed a sigh of relief, his lips curling up unconsciously. He had never imagined that a skill he had learned during his military campaign could actually win the hearts of girls. He should have learned more skills back then.
Regret again.
Fu Mingyue chuckled a few times, took another pancake and continued eating.
Sudden.
There was a burst of hurried horse hooves sounds at the door. Due to years of habit, Fu Changan stood up immediately, looking very alert.
"Could it be Du Xuzhou coming back?" Su Yunwei stood up after hearing the anxious knock on the door. She was about to move to the door, but Fu Changan got there first and walked out of the kitchen.
But what was even more urgent was Fu Li who suddenly appeared at the door and opened it. He was still asleep in his room when he heard Du Yinyin calling him, asking if Xu Zhou had returned and asking her to go to the door quickly.
Unfortunately, the lady's words were ironclad.
When he opened the door, it was indeed Du Yinyin's younger brother, Du Xuzhou. Although he had dark circles around his eyes, it did not affect his gentle appearance at all.
"Didn't you say last night that you wanted it to be at noon today?" Fu Li saw him walk in with a pile of things behind him. He leaned over and took them in his arms, asking as he walked.
"Thanks to my brother-in-law, I didn't expect that I could get these things so easily. I thought it would take some effort." He had seen the things that Su Yunwei painted last night from an overseas merchant he had traded with. He hurried over this time to catch up with his carriage. He thought he would ask for a high fee, but he didn't expect that he would give these things to him without even thinking about it. It was a pleasant surprise.
When Su Yunwei heard the sound, she hurried out of the kitchen and saw Du Xuzhou holding a big bundle in his hand, and the Fu family father and son behind him also held a bundle each.
"I've found everything you need," Du Xuzhou spread the bundle in his hand on the ground, and then spread the bundles in the hands of the Fu family father and son in front of Su Yunwei one by one. Du Xuzhou leaned against the door frame, his hands on his hips tiredly, a little listless: "Take a look, are these okay?"
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