Mu Qing: "Okay."
After Zhang Huaien left, Mu Qing looked at Murong Yu and said, "Ayu, wait for me here. I'll go down and get some sweet potatoes and come right back."
Murong Yu: "I'll go too."
Mu Qing smiled upon hearing this: "Alright."
The cliffs here weren't very high. Mu Qing channeled his wood energy, while Murong Yu used his lightness skill, and the two quickly arrived at the bottom of the valley. A large area at the bottom of the valley was covered with sweet potatoes, their green vines and palm-sized leaves intertwined, brimming with life.
Mu Qing used her wood energy to cut down all the sweet potato vines and bundled them into two large bundles. Turning around, she saw Murong Yu digging in the soil with his sword and asked in confusion, "A-Yu?"
Without turning his head, Murong Yu said, "I'll dig out some sweet potatoes for Aqing. Didn't Aqing want to eat steamed sweet potatoes?"
Mu Qing watched the tall man diligently digging sweet potatoes. Hearing this, she didn't stop him, thinking to herself, "This man doesn't talk much, but he always finds his own clumsy way to take care of himself." Feeling a little touched, she saw that he had dug several and spoke up to stop him, "Ayu, that's enough. It's getting dark. Let's go back first. I have something to tell you tonight."
Hearing Mu Qing's words, Murong Yu stopped digging, drew his sword, brushed off the dirt, and tucked it back into his belt. He picked up a sweet potato from the ground and handed it to Mu Qing, saying, "Qing, take this." Then he picked up two large bundles of sweet potato vines from the ground himself. Mu Qing took the sweet potato stalks he handed her. Hanging from the stalks were about ten palm-sized red fruits, each with an intact skin, showing that the person who dug them had been very careful.
Mu Qing: "Let's go."
Murong Yu: "Okay."
After speaking, the two returned the way they came with their belongings. Once outside Xiling Mountain, Mu Qing stopped and said to Murong Yu, "Yu, let's go to the Bai family's plantation on Xiling Mountain."
Murong Yu: "Okay."
Mu Qing turned to look at him. This person was always like this, silently following by his side. No matter what request he made, the reply was always "okay," without asking why.
Murong Yu: "What's wrong?"
Mu Qing said, "It's nothing," and then turned to lead the way.
It was completely dark when we arrived at Xilingshan Farm.
The Bai family was responsible for looking after the villa in Xiling Mountain. Old Man Li's family was in charge of this. Old Man Li's son, Li Dashan, was an honest and kind man. When he opened the door and saw that it was Mu Qing, he shouted loudly towards the kitchen, "Mother, the young master is here. Cook more noodles." Then he turned to Mu Qing and Murong Yu and gave them a simple and honest smile, "Young master, please come in, sir."
Mu Qing handed over the sweet potato in her hand and said, "Let's roast it in the oven."
Li Dashan took the sweet potato, asked no questions, and headed straight for the kitchen.
Old Man Li came out to greet them and led the two to the hall.
Grandma Li was busy in the kitchen; the family was planning to have noodles for dinner. But with the young master here, it couldn't just be noodles.
Old Mrs. Li said to Ah Xiu, who was adding firewood to the stove, "Da Shan's wife, go to the inner room and bring out the cured meat. I'm going to make a stir-fry of cured meat and dried radish, and also some eggs. It's a pity there's no time, otherwise I could have killed an old hen. Chicken soup is so delicious. I wonder if the young master will be here tomorrow? If he is, I'll have Da Shan kill a chicken in the morning..."
As Ah Xiu listened to Old Lady Li's rambling, seeing the joy in her eyes and brows, she was also happy. She added some firewood to the stove, stood up, and said, "Okay, Mother, I'll go get it right away."
Grandma Li: "Okay, okay, okay, remember to take the piece with the most lean meat."
Ah Xiu's voice came from the doorway: "I know, Mother."
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