It is not difficult to make egg custard. Zhu Cuilan repeatedly reminded him not to use too big a fire. Even though Zhao Luochuan did not know how to cook, he was able to figure it out.
In just a cup of tea, the fragrant egg custard was ready. Zhao Luochuan even poured a few drops of sesame oil on it, which made people's appetite increase just by smelling it.
The snow has just stopped and it's even colder than yesterday.
Zhao Luochuan didn't ask Yang Donghu to get up, but brought the meal into the house directly.
When he got up in the morning, he had already warmed the charcoal brazier in the house, so he didn't feel cold even without wearing outer clothes.
"Donghu, it's time for dinner."
Yang Donghu's head was still buried in the quilt. He sat up slowly when he heard Zhao Luochuan calling him.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to move, but his waist hurts as if it’s broken. Every time he moves, all the bones in his body hurt.
In order to make Yang Donghu lean more comfortably, Zhao Luochuan took a pillow and placed it behind his waist. He then scooped a spoonful of tender and smooth egg custard with a spoon, blew on it gently, and passed it to Yang Donghu's mouth: "Slowly, it's hot."
"I'll do it myself." This kind of care-taking-like attitude made Yang Donghu feel a little uncomfortable, and he raised his hand to take the bowl.
Zhao Luochuan raised the spoon and said, "It's okay. I'll feed you. This is my first time making this, so I don't know if it tastes good. You try it."
Yang Donghu ate the egg custard from his hand. Although it was a bit salty, he still smiled and praised, "Mm, it's delicious. You are amazing."
When Zhao Luochuan lived alone before, he either had steamed buns with water or Zhu Cuilan called him to eat. He rarely cooked delicate dishes like stir-frying or steaming. It was not easy to make steamed eggs like this for the first time, and it was not that bad either.
"That's good, eat more." Zhao Luochuan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately nothing was wasted.
Yang Donghu took another bite and asked, "Have you eaten yet? You should eat something too."
"No, I've already eaten. You can eat more."
One person fed another, and the bowl of egg custard was soon finished. Zhao Luochuan felt sick of eating just the egg custard, so he went to pour him a bowl of warm water, and then Yang Donghu lay back on the bed.
"You have nothing to do today anyway. It's cold outside. You don't have to rush to get up. Just rest for a while." Zhao Luochuan tucked the corner of the quilt for him and stood up to take the bowl back to the kitchen.
Yang Donghu nodded, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
He was half asleep when he heard voices coming from outside and tried hard to open his eyes to see who it was.
"Brother Dachuan, is Brother Dong at home?"
Zhao Luochuan was chopping firewood. The sudden snow that fell yesterday soaked the firewood pile in the yard, making it impossible to light the fire and even emitting thick smoke.
Fortunately, there was still a lot of dry wood in the kitchen that had been stored there before, and if we didn’t chop it up and use it for cooking, it would be useless.
Zhao Luochuan looked up and saw Zhao Fangchu sticking his head out of the yard. He replied, "He's in the house. Your brother Dong is not feeling well today. Don't bother him."
As Zhao Fangchu entered the courtyard, he continued to ask, "What's wrong with Dong? Did you catch a cold?"
Zhao Luochuan didn't want to say more to him, so he left a question, "What are you asking?", picked up a bundle of chopped firewood and went into the kitchen.
Zhao Fangchu didn't ask anything yet, he just felt that Zhao Luochuan was a little weird today. He snorted and went into the house.
Forget it, I'll go and see for myself.
As soon as Zhao Fangchu entered the room, he saw Yang Donghu lying on the bed, and his face did not look like he was sick.
"Brother Dong, what's wrong with you?"
Yang Donghu opened his eyes and saw Zhao Fangchu sitting on the bed. He supported himself on the bed and sat up: "Fangchu, why are you here? Is there something wrong?"
Zhao Fangchu touched Yang Donghu's forehead with his hand and said, "It's not hot. I heard from Brother Dachuan that you were not feeling well. What's wrong with you? Are you cold?"
Yang Donghu's face suddenly felt like it was burning up, turning red, and he stammered, "No, no, I'm fine. What do you want from me?"
Zhao Fangchu scratched his head and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you guys? Why are you all so weird?"
Then he shook his head and said, "Forget it. My mother asked me to ask if you are okay. She dug a lot of snow vegetables and radishes today and wants to pickle them. She wants you to come over and help. Since you are not feeling well, you should have a good rest."
"It's okay, I'm not feeling unwell, I just want to stay in bed because it's cold. I'll get dressed and go with you." Yang Donghu waved his hand. If he didn't go and his aunt asked about it and insisted on coming over to see him, he would be so embarrassed.
"Wait a moment, I'll be dressed quickly."
At this time, Zhao Luochuan walked in and saw Yang Donghu about to get out of bed. He quickly walked over to help him up, muttering, "Why are you up? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Yang Donghu put on his shoes, stood up and replied, "Auntie wants to pickle some vegetables. I have nothing to do anyway, so I'll go over and help."
"Can your body bear it?" Zhao Luochuan didn't believe it.
Yang Donghu wanted to cover his mouth and stop him from saying a word. Holding back her embarrassment, she whispered, "Don't say anything. I'm fine."
After saying that, he was about to pull Zhao Fangchu out.
"Wait, it's cold outside, you should bring a scarf with you." Zhao Luochuan took out a fox fur scarf from the cabinet behind the bed. It was made of the white fox fur that Zhao Hai had hunted in the mountains. He made two in total, and one of them was given to the Yang family when he proposed.
This collar feels shiny and smooth, and it is obvious that it is not a cheap thing, otherwise Wang Dujuan would not have held on to it so tightly.
Wearing a collar will prevent the cold wind from entering through your neck and your body will be much warmer.
The tips of Yang Donghu's ears were red, and he let Zhao Luochuan put the collar on him. When his rough fingers brushed across the skin of his neck, he shuddered again.
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