The chef in the camp was an expert at roasting lamb. Helan Ya had eaten it once before and praised it highly. Since then, Zhong Zhiling would come back from time to time with a lunch box containing various snacks, among which there would definitely be her favorite roasted lamb leg. Helan Ya didn't say it, but she felt so sweet in her heart. It hadn't even been two months since they got married, but Helan Ya felt that she had made up for the past twenty years.
She is a woman who is easily satisfied, and not one who likes to be picky. Otherwise, she would not have the happiness and sweetness she has today.
After drinking a whole bowl of plum soup, she felt a little hungry again. Plum soup is sweet and sour and appetizing, so it's no wonder. Her eyes lingered on the dishes on the table, and finally fell on the plate of stewed castrated mutton in front of her. She picked up the chopsticks and took a piece. Just as she was about to put it into her mouth, she felt that the mutton was too smelly, so she lost her appetite and put the chopsticks back embarrassedly. But she didn't know why, at this time, just looking at the plate of mutton, she felt her stomach churning. Obviously, she often ate this dish...
It's really strange.
"Yaya, I'm here." When Helan Ya was feeling depressed, Zhong Zhiling came in with plum soup. While putting the plum soup on the table, he said to Helan Ya, "Yaya, shall we go to Jiangnan in the future?"
"Why did you suddenly remember to go to Jiangnan?" Helan Ya was stunned. She didn't even bother to drink the plum soup and looked at Zhong Zhiling in surprise.
"You don't like Jiangnan?" Zhong Zhiling was also stunned. "I saw that you like lotus flowers, osmanthus wine, and Haixi Xuanhuan's plum soup. I thought you like Jiangnan."
"I do like Jiangnan, but I didn't expect you to suddenly mention going there." Helan Ya understood what Zhong Zhiling meant, and couldn't help but feel sweet and warm in her heart. She tilted her head and looked at Zhong Zhiling, "Why? Brother Ling, are you going to give up the Northwest that you have run for more than 30 years and move to Jiangnan for me?"
"What's the matter?" Zhong Zhiling was startled, then burst into laughter, saying, "Didn't I tell you when we got married? When Mingwei ascends the throne, I will hand over the military power, and we will find a comfortable place to live a peaceful life. Yaya, I will keep my word."
"Then let's go to Jiangnan," Helan Ya said with a smile. She didn't feel hot at all, and leaned in Zhong Zhiling's arms, looking up and imagining the future. "Jiangnan is beautiful, and I've seen the scenery before. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are redder than fire, and when spring comes, the river water is as green as blue. How can I not miss Jiangnan? When I was learning Chinese with you, I always wanted to go to Jiangnan to see what kind of place it was that could make so many famous officials and talented people linger. But it was really boring to go alone before. Now that I have someone to accompany me, of course I have to go."
"It just so happens that I haven't been there either," Zhong Zhiling smiled and stretched out his hand to stop Helan Ya, lowered his head and leaned over to kiss the girl's sweaty forehead, and then said, "When the time comes, if you like Jiangnan, we will buy a large house with a lotus pond. In spring, we will watch the willows sprout and taste the spring tea before the Qingming Festival. In summer, we will go boating in the lotus pond and pick some lotus flowers. In autumn, we will collect osmanthus flowers to make wine and taste fat crabs and pomegranates. In winter, we will climb the mountain to appreciate plum blossoms and collect snow water into the jar to keep for making tea next year."
"Brother Ling, stop talking! Besides, I can't help it and want to set off now," Helan Ya smiled and turned her face away, stretched out her hand to cover Zhong Zhiling's mouth, raised her head and looked at the man's eyes that were looking down at her. Helan Ya couldn't help but stare at him in a daze. The hand covering the man gently stroked this face that was definitely not young but too handsome. Helan Ya's hand gently stroked the man's face, and finally the white hand clasped the back of the man's neck, and then led the man to move closer to her little by little, "Brother Ling, how can I be worthy of this..."
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