Zhu Zirui licked the sauce on the corner of his mouth with satisfaction, and glanced at the light vegetarian dishes, "Fried noodles with mushrooms, stir-fried celery, cold cucumber salad, and stewed cabbage with tofu."

Alas! He sighed softly, "Godmother, when I come to your house for dinner in the future, you don't have to be so troublesome. Just make some sweet and sour pork ribs and braised shrimp for me, and I will be satisfied."

The old man sitting across from the table picked up the wine cup and took a sip, "You little bastard, you know, when I was young, not to mention these vegetables, even tree bark was a rare thing.

Being able to have a full meal has become a luxury, and going hungry is the norm.

Later, when I went to the battlefield, I understood what a true test of life and death was.

If it was just hunger, there would at least be a glimmer of hope, but in that ruthless battlefield, a person could lose his life in an instant.

I watched with my own eyes as my comrades fell one after another. Some were blown to pieces, and some even lost their bodies.

I can’t remember how many times I have dreamed of the eyes and smiles of my comrades.

Some of them were the only sons in the family and the only hope of their parents.

Some just got married, but died in the blink of an eye.

I have said so much just to let you know that every grain of rice and every dish on the table is the peace exchanged for countless lives.

I want you to remember that peace is not something that can be taken for granted. It requires tremendous efforts and maintenance from several generations or even more people.”

The old man's words echoed in the house like a deep bell, shaking the hearts of Lou Xiao'e and Xu Damao.

His words were like a key that opened the door to the awe of peace deep in their hearts.

They seemed to have traveled through a tunnel of time and space, and witnessed with their own eyes the tragic battlefield with raging artillery fire.

We heard the deafening explosions and saw those brave and fearless soldiers who fought one after another in the hail of bullets and built a steel Great Wall with their flesh and blood to protect their homes.

Zhu Zirui, the fat boy who is usually known for his wit and humor, seemed to be "kidnapped" by this solemn atmosphere at this moment, trying hard to find a relaxed rhythm.

I saw him move his buttocks slightly, and his sitting posture gradually changed from lazy and casual to serious.

The expressions on their faces are even more colorful, as if they are taking part in a silent emoticon competition.

He coughed twice and said, "Hey, old man, I'm not that kind of kid who doesn't know the sufferings of the world.

But with such delicious food in front of me, I couldn’t suppress my greed.

The respect I have for our ancestors is longer than the Great Wall and deeper than the Yellow River!"

After these words, the originally slightly solemn atmosphere was instantly resolved by Zhu Zirui's humor.

The old man waved his hand and said, "Get out of here right after you finish eating. Don't disturb my rest."

After saying this, the old man inadvertently raised the corner of his mouth into an imperceptible smile, and that smile concealed a bit of recognition and love for these young people.

The old man stood up leisurely, walked towards the bedroom with a step that showed no regard for his relatives, humming a little tune.

The tune was tone-deaf and a bit boastful.

Zhu Zirui looked at his back and said with a mixture of anger and amusement: "Has this old man really been to the battlefield? The more I look at him, the more he looks like a runaway."

The old man was not angry when he heard this.

Instead, he stopped and turned back to give Zhu Zirui a meaningful look.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a mysterious smile, as if to say: "Boy, you don't understand, the battlefield in this world is not only where the smoke is filled."

Seeing this, Zhu Zirui quickly put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands.

Although he felt a little reluctant about the sudden order to expel him, he still stood up tactfully.

He brushed the dust off his clothes, a smile that was both grateful and slightly mischievous on his face.

"Okay, old man, you should have a good rest. We will leave now. Next time I will bring you two pounds of melon seeds, and we can chat while eating. How do you think?"

The old man didn't turn around, but just hummed softly as a response, but his back seemed a little softer than before.

Several people secretly laughed in their hearts. This old man was really cute in his awkward way.

Lou Xiao'e and a few others quickly packed up, said goodbye to their godmother and left the courtyard.

At this moment, the old man was standing in front of the window, looking through the night at the direction where the few people were leaving, with a look of reluctance and expectation in his eyes.

He knew that these young people would one day leave their own footprints on this land in their own way.

And he is also willing to be the one who silently witnesses all this.

Due to Zhu Zirui's constant nagging, Lou Xiao'e and Xu Damao had no choice but to send him home before returning to the courtyard.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone through the gap in the curtains, quietly outlining a gentle outline on Lou Xiao'e's face.

She slowly opened her eyes, feeling the steady breathing of the people around her, and an indescribable sense of happiness surged in her heart.

The room was filled with a light warmth and a lingering sense of comfort from last night, which made her smile despite herself.

Lou Xiao'e put on her clothes carefully, fearing to wake up Xu Damao who was still asleep.

After washing up, her busy figure blends with the symphony of pots and pans.

She was thinking about inviting her godfather and godmother to her house for a simple meal one day.

After all, the hasty farewell last night left her feeling somewhat worried.

At this time Xu Damao also woke up.

After he folded the quilt, he quietly walked behind Lou Xiao'e, gently hugged her from behind, and whispered, "Wife, it's great to have you."

Lou Xiao'e did not turn around, but leaned back in response to Xu Damao's hug.

"Go wash up quickly. After breakfast, we still have a lot of work to do."

Hearing this, Xu Damao let go of her, but pretended to be resentful and said, "Oh! It's Sunday, and you don't even let me rest. I can't live like this."

"Oh! So, do you think we should live this life or not?"

Lou Xiao'e put breakfast on the table while speaking.

Xu Damao knew that this was just a little fun between husband and wife, so he stopped teasing and turned to walk towards the pond in the yard.

The gurgling sound of water from the faucet was accompanied by the mutual banter between Xu Damao and Sha Zhu.

The tranquility of the early morning was broken by their unhealthy words.

"Wife, what are we going to do today?" Xu Damao asked while eating.

“Let’s go next door and check the progress first.

Then, I want to go to the clothing shop and make some new clothes for my godfather and godmother.

Although they have everything they need, this is also a small token of our appreciation from us, their younger generations.

Then, I'll buy some special food and send it over." Lou Xiao'e replied.

Xu Damao thought for a moment and said, "You can make clothes, but don't buy food.

Today, Li Huaide will definitely prepare everything.

Let's not waste that money.

By the way, I see that the old couple likes to eat fish, shrimp, and vegetables, so let’s give them more.”

The two ate and chatted, planning the day's itinerary.

It is busy and fulfilling.

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