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There are many ways to repay a favor, even if it is a physical promise, it is more sincere than washing hands and making noodles. Mu Guozi listened to him, but she didn't think he was repaying her kindness, but she was a little idiot and resentful. .

The little fat man in his memory has grown into the handsome and handsome young man he is today, and he should be liked by others.

He brought out five or six bowls of black-bone chicken soup, wiped off the greasy hands on the apron, glanced at Su Wei who was frowning and tangled in the vegetable leaves, and thought sullenly, but he still wants the little fat guy, at least , the little fat man is his.

"Master Immortal, how should these noodles be kneaded?" Su Wei held a bowl of white noodles and said, "The leader likes to eat noodles very much. I was lucky enough to eat his noodles once, and they were really better than those made by the chef of Yanshanzhai. I don't know if my small tricks can catch the eyes of the lord."

There is a noodle shop on Vientiane Street. Both he and Ran’er love to eat a kind of noodles with shredded pork in chicken soup. Not long after Muran left Vientiane Street, the old demon who cooked in the noodle shop passed away, and his son took over to make noodles. I can no longer make the taste that Ran'er likes to eat.

Mu Guozi felt even more sad. Mu Ran didn't know how to cook when he left Vientiane Street, and he always took him to eat all over the street. He also said that when he grows up, he will learn to cook all over, and he doesn't want to practice. When he was young, he got into the kitchen to study the dishes, and he made whatever he wanted.

But now he cooks it for others to eat.

Mu Guozi looked at the black-bone chicken soup left in the pot, and said softly, "He likes to eat chicken soup noodles, and pouring some soup when mixing the noodles will make the noodles more flavorful."

He washed his hands, took the basin in Su Wei's hand, poured water skillfully, kneaded the dough, shredded it, told Su Wei what to do when he was doing it, and turned his head to see the garlic he was asked to peel was pitted aside , There is still garlic skin on the garlic cloves.

Mu Guozi took the garlic, peeled it clean and chopped it, and put it in the pot to fry the oil to release the smell.

Su Wei saw that he was very proficient in cooking, so he asked curiously, "Does the fairy always make this kind of noodles?"

Mu Guozi paused, lowered his head and poured the soup on the bowl, "Yeah."

He has been learning since Muran left Vientiane Street, hoping that one day he can make it for him when he comes back. Mu Guozi pursed his lower lip and suppressed the astringency in his throat, but the little fat man never came back after he left the street. pass.

The chicken noodle soup came out of the pot very quickly. Su Wei tasted a few mouthfuls and was full of praise. Looking at Mu Guozi, he wanted to say something, but turned his eyes and didn't say anything.

Cang Qi went to the Heaven Realm to take over the rest of the work, and Mu Ran had time to rest, seeing that there was nothing important to do in the Heavenly Palace, he simply went back to Qianmu City first.

In the lobby of the inn, Yun Tun was holding the little snail that turned into a human to see a doctor. Mu Ran watched as soon as he stepped into the door. He caught it, "Call Uncle! Otherwise, I'll fly high for you!"

Xiao Xiaoshao smiled tearfully, reached out and touched his uncle's new moon-white robe with wide sleeves and wide lapel, and hung it on his body shining brightly.

Muran bitterly looked at his chest, teased the little snail, and said helplessly, "Brother, you're going to pay me for a piece of clothing. Look at this snotty, slobbering, new clothes I just wore today."

Yun Tun didn't even look at him, "Come back when you come back~, what do you do if you look so good~"

He deserves it, who told him to throw the baby, almost scared him to death, you know.

Mu Ran smoothed her sleeves carefully, looked around, saw no one, and said, "I'm coming back to see my father and you, so naturally I should dress better."

Yuntun wrote a prescription for the patient, and instructed Muran to pour him a glass of water, and gave him some to drink. The little thing had a cold recently and had a runny nose for several days.

He hooked his lips and teased, "Who are you seeing~, you know it~"

Mu Ran shook her head and smiled, but said nothing.

In the backyard of the inn, Mu Guozi was walking into the house with the newly dyed cloth, planning to cut some sets of clothes for Tun'er's baby. Before he reached the lobby, he saw Su Wei hurriedly holding the damaged face ran out.

"God, son of the gods, the lord is back."

Mu Guozi was overjoyed, and Su Wei said again, "I want to make chicken noodle soup for him, but the noodles don't always reconcile. Can you help me? You are so kind, Su Wei will definitely keep it in mind, and please Young master must help Su Wei."

Mu Guozi looked at him in embarrassment, and when he talked to him, his heart became very shy, but he thought of Ran'er's long journey back from Tiangong, even if he was riding a phoenix, it would take half a day. hungry.

The impatience in his heart finally prevailed, he nodded, put down the dyed cloth, and went to the kitchen with Su Wei.

Facts have proved that Su Wei really doesn't know how to cook, so Mu Guozi had to re-boil the soup and noodles, cut vegetables and seasoning, according to Ran'er's usual taste, and finally added two spoonfuls of spicy peppers.

When it was out of the pot, Su Wei was finally able to help. He hurriedly fished out the noodles, poured the soup, put it on the plate, and said gratefully, "Thank you so much, sir, I will send it to the leader."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the plate and walked out of the kitchen without looking back.

Mu Guozi stood by the red-hot pot, watching the swaying fireworks, and covered his eyes with his hands.

The chicken noodle soup with chili and vinegar can be smelled from a long distance, Mu Ran saw Su Wei, and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Su Wei squeezed his hands and told him what happened to him during this period of time and how he was rescued by Mr. Yun. He pushed his face to Mu Ran and handed chopsticks with both hands, "Su Wei is very grateful to the lord and Mr. Yun for saving his life. , so I hope I can help you by staying here, the lord is tired from traveling, you can try it."

Mu Ran hummed, lowered her head and took a bite of her chopsticks, more surprised than before, "You did this?"

Su Wei twisted his sleeves, glanced affectionately at him with his long and narrow phoenix eyes, and nodded, "I don't know...does it meet the leader's wishes?"

Mu Ran lowered her head and ate half of the bowl in a blink of an eye, and drank the soup, "Hey, it's so good, I didn't know you still have this skill in cooking."

Su Wei breathed a sigh of relief, smiled shyly, and said with a blushing face, "I just learned it, and I heard that the leader likes to eat."

Mu Ran looked down at the fresh soup, and the shredded green onion inside was also cut neatly and thinly. It looked like someone who had worked hard, "You play the piano so well with both hands, I didn't expect that you can even hold a kitchen knife well."

Su Wei's hands are slender and beautiful. Even if he plays the piano all the year round, his fingertips don't show any calluses. It's hard to imagine what it would be like to peel garlic, chop vegetables and knead noodles with such delicate hands.

Mu Guozi, who came out of the kitchen, stood in the corridor on the side of the hall, and looked at his little hands in the dark. His hands were short and small, like a child who hadn't grown his hand bones, but his fingers were due to years. Holding the scissors and embroidery needles was extremely rough, he pursed his lips and looked at them, then pulled his sleeves and hid them in a state of distress.

Knowing that Muran came back, Yuncha went outside to buy vegetables and wine in the simple street market to wash away the dust for Raner. After two months of restoration, Qianmu City has gradually regained its original bustling rudiment, and the towns along the coast have also One after another, they recovered from the natural disasters of evil fire.

Although it is not a beautiful time at this time, but the night wind is singing woodcutters outside, and the galaxy is like a forging, it is a good time for family reunion. From the incident of Yuntun and Cangqi to the present, except for that night on New Year's Eve, their family rarely see each other. Sitting together in such a peaceful way and eating again.

Pushing a cup to change a cup, chatting softly, it's so lively.

Holding the wine glass, Yun Chi leaned on Mu Dan's shoulder slightly drunk, looking at the pair of grown-up children, all kinds of feelings came to his mind - only when he lost, did he realize the rarity of possession. He poured three cups of wine on the ground With a glass of thin wine, squinting at the dancing candles on the tent in the distance, he said, "Uncle Bird loves you a lot~, don't forget him~"

"Daddy, we will find Uncle Bird." Mu Ran said.

Yun Chi was dull, um, frowned, as if he wanted to say something more,

Mu Dan saw that he was a little drunk, held his waist, and said softly, "I'll take you back to your room and let the children play by themselves."

Yun Chi couldn't remember what else to say, so he pressed his forehead, nodded, raised his head and drank the wine in the cup, lying on Mu Dan's shoulder and kept saying, "The child has grown up...we are old..." He was sleepy with drunken eyes, and started talking nonsense, "When will Qingying come back..."

Yun Tun handed the wooden box to Mu Ran, and stepped forward to support Yun Chi, "I'll prescribe sober medicine for Dad."

Mu Dan turned around and apologized to the rest of Hua Haoyu and the others, and left with Yun Chia, who was dragged half way, then turned his head and said, "Let's go back to Vientiane Street in two days...in two days..."

Mu Ran took a pot of tea and handed it to Yun Tun, and asked him to drink it for his father, "Okay, Dad, I will pack things tomorrow, and we will go back when the arrangements are made, don't worry."

Yun Chi's eyes fell on Mu Ran's young and handsome face, he leaned on Mu Dan's shoulder and shook his hand at him, and said with a smile, "Ran'er, hiccup...that's right...I want to propose marriage to Ran'er...don't forget..."

His drunken words made Muran, who was always upright, paused, and said with an embarrassed smile, "Tun'er, send Daddy back quickly."

Yuntun nodded and went up to the second floor with his father.

The drunk snail father is more difficult than when he is not drunk, Mu Ran shook his head helplessly, and sat down on the table again, remembering the two words mentioned by his father just now, Mu Ranjun blushed slightly, and looked at Mu Guozi sat silently in the corner with his head down.

"Fruit you—"

A cup fell to the ground with a bang, and Su Wei seemed to have recovered from his daze suddenly. With a wave of his sleeve, he swept a set of tableware to the ground.

He quickly apologized and lowered his head to pick it up. As soon as he touched the edge of the porcelain plate, he was cut open, and the blood dripped on the porcelain plate extremely brightly.

"Why didn't you be careful?" Mu Ran frowned and took out the veil from her arms and handed it to him.

Su Wei squatted on the ground and squeezed the handkerchief, his thin shoulders trembled, he choked up for a while, then suddenly reached out and hugged Mu Ran's waist, crying, "Leader, whether you are Yan Zhi or Mu Ran , Su Wei likes you, if you get married, how about taking Su Wei as a little girl, I just want to stay by the leader's side forever to serve you, play the piano for you, and never disturb the leader's life."

What he said was sincere, as if he had endured it for a long time and finally burst out, hugging Mu Ran's legs tightly, and crying.

Muran frowned suddenly, but because there were Hua Haoyu and others on the table, she held back and said in a deep voice, "Get up first."

"The sky is burning, Su Wei put all his efforts to survive, just to wait for you. If you get married, it will be as good as before. Su Wei will only play the piano for you, and don't want anything else."

Just like before... Mu Guozi put down his chopsticks and looked at the crowd in front of him. He felt like a theatergoer. Suddenly realized that love is really a matter of bone and flesh, whether it is the silent self or Su Wei who is entangled hard, they can all be hurt and hurt unbearably.

He pursed his lips, and quietly left the seat when no one noticed him. As soon as he turned around, Mu Ran behind him called him, "Guozi, I have something to tell you!"

Mu Guozi turned around and hooked his lips. Seeing everyone's eyes on him as if searching, he hummed uncomfortably, lowered his eyes and said, "When you have time, I will wait for you in the room... the ground is cold, let Su Get up, son, I will go back to my room to rest first."

After finishing speaking, he left the hall in a slightly hurried footstep.

Seeing that the atmosphere was slowly turning cold, Hua Haoyu hugged Wen Yuan and took the wooden box containing the wonton babies, and left the lobby immediately. Only Su Wei, who was sitting on the ground with pear blossoms and rain, and Mu Ran, who had a fierce look on his face, were left.

As the night darkened, the flickering flickering of the candle made the man's figure slender. Hidden in the shadows, his face was as cold as a sharp knife.

Mu Ran looked at the lovely and pitiful Su Wei, and said coldly, "You did it on purpose."