a killer friend of mine

Qiuyang personally gave Wen Shisan a face.The master chef in the kitchen looked down on this simple food, so Qiuyang had to do it herself. She hadn't been in the kitchen for many years, but her forgotten skills gradually awakened when she touched pots and pans.She rolled out the noodles and threw them into the pot, stirred them twice with long chopsticks, cracked two plump eggs in, scooped out the beef bone broth prepared by the master chef, put them in a sea bowl, and took out the noodles with a large strainer Ladle into bowls, add baby greens and scallions.When she was a child, she learned to stew food in order to fill her stomach. Her parents had to go out to do farm work early in the morning, so they couldn't take care of her and could only rely on themselves.After coming here, she didn't need to let her clean and delicate hands touch the oily smoke. After many years, she held the noodles she had made and gently put them in front of the boy, reminding him to eat slowly and keep it hot.

Wen Shisan had just finished taking a shower, and the hot water made his cheeks a little red, which made his pale face more bloody.He has an ordinary taste that doesn't match his elegant appearance, and he eats a bowl of ordinary noodles with relish, as if he is eating golden water shield with jade grains in a glass bowl.Qiuyang himself has not eaten such a homely and plentiful food for a long time. The tables are always decorated with elegant dishes, famous, expensive and exquisite delicacies. An ordinary radish can be worth a hundred times if it can be carved with delicate patterns. , even if it doesn't add a richer flavor.The maids and servants couldn't finish the rest of the dishes, so they were thrown into the slop bucket and wasted.

Seeing Wen Shisan eating happily, she wanted to ask, is it really that delicious?

Wen Shisan thanked him after drinking the noodle soup until there was only a shallow bottom left, and fell asleep.Qiuyang tucked him in the quilt and quietly withdrew.

The pretty Suman came over, and the voice that was about to be released was swallowed by her gesture.

The two of them walked a little farther before Su Man asked: "I heard that a handsome young master came to your house yesterday?" Qiuyang supported the railing and sighed with a smile: "The young master who doesn't understand anything, probably came here." Make a fresh picture." At the end, he added, "I don't hate it."

"How did you get out?"

"I was kicked out last night before I ate and slept."

Su Man knew Qiuyang's temper, so she wasn't surprised that she kicked them out. What shocked her was that the people she kicked out could still sleep peacefully in her room.

"What made you angry?"

Qiuyang said with a smile: "Children, you can't talk, you know my temper, but why are you fussing with him?"

Suman laughed "puchi", raised the light blue silk handkerchief in front of her eyes, and pointed her slender fingers firmly: "I think you are not receiving guests, but raising your son."

Qiuyang smiled and shoved her: "Don't talk nonsense, it's not a joke to teach people."

Suman couldn't stop smiling, but gradually retreated, and sighed a little lonely: "I've been thinking about the future lately."

Qiuyang's heart seemed to have been poured with cold water, and he paused and said, "What do you think about the future? If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and you will worry about tomorrow." What "tomorrow" is there?Being able to live a day is a blessing for a day, any more is a luxury.But the young face of the sleeping person in the room flashed through her mind, and she suddenly felt that this was not the case. Wen Shisan was still young, and he still had a long time to travel. He has meaning, blooming with the light of hope, whether it is turned into a residual flower or a muddy leaf, she wants to be a speck of dust that can cling to him, follow him through mountains and rivers, and witness how time flows on him.

Su Man said to himself: "You said that I am old, can my mother tolerate me? I think she dislikes me now, and those little girls don't take me seriously. When they don't want to deal with it, they push me out. Against... Qiuyang?" Qiuyang was called back to his senses by her, and said softly: "They are all the same, so let's just be like this from now on."

"Have you ever planned anything?"

Qiuyang shook her head, she had nothing to plan, because there was no way for her to choose.

Su Man twisted the silk handkerchief and said with a wry smile: "I'm also idle and have nothing to do, what are you worrying about? It's true that life is less than a hundred years old, and I often have a thousand years of worry—you are right, 'If you have wine today, you will be drunk today'."