cook and luthier

"Sir, I seem to have found the place I want to stay, and I seem to have met the person I want to be with forever." The cook smiled gently at another wine glass, but the once sad season was now filled with warmth and beauty.

"Sir, the capital city is more prosperous and beautiful than what he said. Sir, I think I can understand why you miss this place so much."

The cook was just rambling on like this, talking about the trivial things of this year, talking about everything he saw and experienced, while drinking the wine glass by glass.When the jug slowly bottomed out and the cook was a little drunk, looking at the wine glass that was still concealed, a tear ran across the cook's cheek.

"Sir, I probably met the person you often mentioned to me. Mr. that person is doing well now, so is the peach blossom fan destined to be burned in the end?"

I don't know when the night came, I don't know when the moon has risen, the wind has stopped, and no one answered the cook's words.

On the other hand, the luthier goes to worship his mother and father on this day.The luthier knelt in front of the grave where his parents were buried together, looked at the old tombstone, and saw the scene when his parents were still alive.After the father left, the mother was depressed, and after being taken to the palace by Yu Wang and his wife, the mother's condition did not improve.In order to make his mother happy, the luthier began to hide his emotions. Until today, the luthier seems to have never been sad, and it seems that he always brings joy to the people around him.

After toasting three glasses of wine, the luthier was still smiling, but the sadness had already filled his eyes, but there was not a single tear in his eyes.The luthier raised his hand and stroked the names of his parents on the tombstone, then knelt in front of the tombstone silently until dusk.The luthier returned to the palace, and after meeting the princess, he did not return to his yard but went to the kitchen of the palace, wandering around.Finally, the luthier came to the cook's yard, and the luthier knew that the cook must have locked the gate of the yard today, thinking of her husband alone.In the past, the luthier would never disturb the cook on Ching Ming Day, but today, for some reason, the sorrow accumulated in the luthier's heart seemed to burst out, struggling as if to tear her apart.The luthier wants to find the person who sees through the sadness in her heart, and wants to stay by that person's side.When the luthier himself didn't know it, she had become so attached to the cook.

The luthier sat at the gate of the cook's courtyard, with his head lightly leaning on the door frame, looking at the sky full of stars.The luthier knew he shouldn't do this, but he couldn't restrain himself and came here, just like the bamboo goose who put away the cook and left in the yard that year.The luthier smiled alone in the beautiful scenery of this beautiful day.Through the gate of the courtyard, the luthier knew that the person who silently accompanied her through the years of her mother's death was also thinking of her relatives at this time.

Finally, the courtyard door creaked open.When the cook saw the luthier who had fallen asleep leaning against the courtyard door, his eyes were full of pity.The cook moved the luthier onto his back as lightly as possible, but after all, it was a woman, and her strength was no match for a man. The luthier still woke up, but the luthier did not open his eyes. He lightly rubbed the back of the cook's neck.The cook slowed down and asked softly, "Are you awake? Are you hungry?"

After a long silence, the luthier hummed softly.

The cook helped the luthier to his bed to "warm up his body first"

However, the luthier held the cook's hand, but his originally confused face looked charming because of the bright eyes looking at the cook.

The cook stretched out his hand, touched the luthier's head, and said softly, "I'll come as soon as I warm up a bowl of fermented glutinous rice."

Even though it was just a light reassurance, the fluster in the luthier's heart gradually calmed down.

The cook was in his small courtyard, heating up a bowl of wolfberry fermented glutinous rice by the fire.The weather in early spring is not very warm yet, and the cool night breeze passes through the clothes to cool the skin but not the heart.The cook looked at the dancing flames, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and the breath of spring spread in the courtyard.Many years ago, her husband seemed to have described such a scene for her, a life of peace and tranquility, happiness close at hand.At this moment, the chef felt that he was just an ordinary pastry chef, and the past was really like floating clouds, which had long since dissipated.

The luthier who is sleeping soundly, the cook who is warm and smiling, and the sunshine that is slowly jumping out.When the luthier woke up, there was a warm breakfast in a casserole on the table, and there was a letter beside it.It was written on the paper: Take a good rest today, stay at Yuefu Restaurant during the day, and come back to the kitchen for dinner at night.There is no beginning, no signature, just plain words without literary talent but the luthier showed a charming smile.

Today the prince and concubine happen to be going to the Yuefu Inn to meet the owner of the organ pavilion, so what tune should we play today?The luthier tidied himself up while thinking.On the day after Qingming, the prince and concubine will meet with the owner of the organ pavilion. It seems to be a random meeting, but the luthier knows that the concubine and concubine attach great importance to this meeting.