Famine and exile: I brought the Spirit Spring to save the entire Marquis's mansion.

"Aunt Tao Liang, please don't mention this anymore, and don't try to hide it from others. I can't be his wife. There are plenty of other men in the world. Once the Huo family's grievances are settled, I will divorce him."

Sang Ning's words were impatient and carried a hint of warning.

Tao Liang dared not utter a sound.

The scene fell silent. Sang Ning suddenly sensed something was amiss and quickly turned around the corner.

nobody.

But there was a faint roller print on the soles of his feet.

Has Huo Chang'an been here?

Sang Ning hurried home.

At the entrance, I saw Jintang teaching Feng'er to write on the ground with a twig.

"Jintang, have you seen your fourth uncle?"

"over there."

Jintang pointed to the coal processing site not far away.

Huo Chang'an was mingling in the crowd, talking to the Liu family father and son while using a mold to cut coal briquettes.

"Did your fourth uncle go to the back of the house just now?"

"I didn't see it," Jintang said softly.

Feng'er raised her calm little face and smiled at Sang Ning.

Sang Ning then laughed.

"Feng'er, are you practicing calligraphy or coming to the kitchen with your aunt? We're making hot pot today, it's delicious!"

"Go to the kitchen."

Feng'er immediately threw away the branch.

She enjoys practicing calligraphy, and even more so, she enjoys cooking. Seeing ordinary dishes transformed into all sorts of shapes and seeing others enjoying their food makes her very happy.

Jintang didn't say a word, focusing on writing.

Feng'er had just arrived and didn't know, so she was at ease.

But Jintang... feels like he has betrayed his fourth aunt!

But Uncle Si was so scary just now!

He felt there was no need to fake vomiting blood; his complexion alone was enough to make him look terminally ill.

After a while, Huo Chang'an returned.

He entered the kitchen, greeted Sang Ning as usual, and habitually picked up the vegetables beside him to start washing them.

Given his temperament, if he heard that, he would probably get angry and question him.

You must not have heard it.

Sang Ning was relieved.

The shabu-shabu uses chicken broth as the base, and extra chili sauce is provided so those who like it spicy can adjust the seasoning to their liking.

Sang Ning and Feng'er ate a lot of fish balls, bok choy, potato slices, and spinach.

The old lady, drawn by the aroma, came over and saw a large pot full of food.

"Why don't you call your second uncle in for a bite to eat?"

Huo Jiangchu went to the military camp, while Huo Baohong and Huo Jianglin worked at their doorstep.

If I make something delicious, can't I ask you to eat with me?

She asked this question so that Mo Cuiyu would hear it and she could see how she would react.

Mo Cuiyu smiled and said softly, "Mother, don't worry about me. We're family after all. You should invite her in. I'll just stay out of the way for a while."

This indicates that they do not intend to have any contact with Huo Jianglin.

Mo Cuiyu showed no intention of making amends, which made the old lady realize that she needed to remind the father and son that since they had missed their chance, they shouldn't linger and make things look bad.

A crisp "clink" sound came from the kitchen.

"Fourth brother, are you alright? Don't help, sit down and wait."

Li Yuzhi went to clean up the broken bowls on the ground.

Huo Chang'an explained in a low voice, "It was just a slip of the hand."

Seeing that there was really no need for him to intervene, he turned around and drove his wheelchair out of the kitchen.

Sang Ning looked away, but her composure was gone. The knife she was using to chop garlic accidentally cut her fingernail.

Fortunately, the force wasn't too great; it only left a white mark.

Huo Chang'an went to the back of the house!

A torn poplar leaf was tucked into the crevice of the back of his wheelchair; such leaves only grow behind the house.

Did he hear what she and Momora were saying?

Sang Ning thought for a moment, but didn't say much. Anyway, she was Huo Zhennan's daughter, and she didn't mention that she and Huo Chang'an were siblings.

I only mentioned the matter of divorce.

If he heard it, why is he so calm?

Huo Chang'an added nearly half a bowl of chili peppers to his bowl.

His taste has always been on the milder side; he usually only eats mild spicy food.

But so many were added today.

Sang Ning gently advised, "Don't eat so much spicy food, or you'll get sores on your lips."

He took a bite, and sure enough, it was so spicy that he hissed, his mouth turned bright red, and tears streamed down his face.

He gulped down a bowl of water, wiping his eyes and laughing, "It really is delicious, but my mouth can't take it."

Is it really delicious?

Sang Ning took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears, staring into his eyes as if trying to see through him.

The boy's eyes were red, but his gaze was clear, and his eyes curved into a small arc.

"It's so delicious! I want to eat it again tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after that..."

Eat and eat.

But he's leaving the day after tomorrow.

"Don't be afraid, everything is prepared for you."

These days, the old lady has been tidying up Huo Chang'an's clothes. Sang Ning is really not good at it, but she is good at cooking.

I've been making my own instant noodles for a while now, adding pumpkin to the noodles. They're yellow, and the color is very similar to modern instant noodles.

I also dried a bag of vegetables, wrapped them tightly in oil paper, so they won't spoil for a long time.

I also made several jars of meat sauce, which will be ready to eat in a few days.

The stove was already off. She took out a few flatbreads and put them into the pot, which was no longer boiling.

"These noodles are already cooked. You just need to soak them in hot water for a while until they soften and then you can eat them."

Sang Ning and Huo Chang'an were talking, and no one disturbed them.

Only when he saw this novel flatbread did he begin to speak.

Xie Yurou told Huo Chang'an, "Making these noodles is not easy. You have to use chopsticks to bend the fresh noodles into a curve, roll them into a round shape, and then steam them."

Then, add scallions, ginger, garlic, and various seasonings to the oil to make it fragrant. Then, put the dough into the oil to fry. First, fry it over low heat, and then fry it again over high heat. This is what a flatbread looks like when it is dried.

Even without adding anything, just soaking it in boiling water makes it very delicious.

My sister-in-law really went to great lengths.

All this effort was just to make sure he ate well on the road.

Huo Chang'an was somewhat stunned.

Li Yuzhi also said, "Six pairs of shoes were made, and Ning'er helped sew them. Fourth Brother is truly blessed."

what what?

She only sewed a stitch on each pair of shoes, which was her mother's request, so it counts as sewing them together.

Sang Ning opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Huo Chang'an looked at her, his eyes still flushed, with an added layer of mist that made it hard to see clearly. Finally, he smiled brightly, like a flower in full bloom.

"Thank you, madam."

……

The shadows of the trees are dancing.

The moon and stars are rare.

Tao Liang and the old lady shared a room, but they didn't sleep on the same kang (heated brick bed).

She insisted that she was a servant, so she built a small bed out of wooden planks in the room. When the child got up at night to use the toilet or drink water, she was more vigilant than the old lady.

But today, she was fast asleep and didn't even realize she was being dragged out.

In the eerie and gloomy forest, bright moonlight shone through the layers of branches onto the boy's sinister and bloodthirsty handsome face.

His slightly upturned phoenix eyes lacked the captivating allure of daytime; instead, they resembled a newly unsheathed blade, cold and menacing, ready to be fed blood and sacrificed.

He stood tall and elegant, looking down at the people on the ground.

"Feed the Gu worms."

“My lord, this Gu worm can only be used three times. Using it on this old woman once would be sufficient, but…”

Yan Meng glanced at Huo Chang'an, who was radiating murderous intent, and quietly asked for a favor.

"Could you ask the mistress to send me another Gu worm?"