The yard where Wen Zhan lives is really desolate. As the New Year is approaching, Lu Yunchu is ready to spruce up the yard and make it more lively.
Although Wen Jue shouted "Am I your servant?", he still reluctantly bought a lot of New Year supplies for her. I guess the biggest reason was his guilt towards Wen Zhan.
There is still some time before the Chinese New Year, but Lu Yunchu has already started to paste window decorations on the windows, using any festive patterns. She has made the classical and elegant carved windows look like a farmhouse.
Even someone like Wen Zhan, who exudes a cold and lonely temperament, no longer feels desolate when he sits in front of the window. Instead, he is full of vitality, as if there is a field full of hope outside the window.
Wen Zhan put on new clothes and a fur coat with a circle of snow-white fox fur around the lapels, which made him look even more elegant and gentle, and his posture was upright.
He followed Lu Yunchu helplessly. Seeing her running around with a small stepping stool to paste window paper-cuts, he surrounded her nervously, afraid that she would fall accidentally.
After Lu Yunchu finally finished cleaning the last clean window, he handed the notebook to her: It's a little hot.
Lu Yunchu turned around and looked at him a few more times before nodding and saying, "Then take it off. Remember to put it on when you get cold."
Wen Zhan took off his cloak and prepared to hang it back in the house. Lu Yunchu was about to go back into the house with him when he suddenly felt his body stiffen, and the long-lost sense of plot guidance returned.
The female supporting role has had zero roles recently, so it can be said that she has had a long vacation, but vacations always come to an end, and it seems that she has to follow the plot again.
She felt herself being pushed towards the kitchen again, and a thought popped into her mind: It's cold in winter, and I haven't seen Brother Jue for a long time. I should bring him a bowl of hot soup.
I don't want to be alone with the male lead!
Lu Yunchu hurriedly shouted to Wen Zhan's back: "Wen Zhan, keep an eye on me later, we'll go out together!" Now that Wen Zhan can go out with her, he won't feel so lonely when following the plot.
She came to the kitchen and had no intention of cooking anything delicious for Wen Jue. She tried to make a mess of some dark dish, but was stopped by the plot.
She felt that her whole body was filled with the energy of "cooking with heart".
Lu Yunchu smiled sinisterly and said, "Okay, then I'll do my best."
She went around to the utility room behind the kitchen and opened the jar that had been sealed for a long time. A strange stench instantly hit her face.
Some time ago, she pickled fresh bamboo shoots with mountain spring water and placed them here. If the pickling time is shorter, the bamboo shoots will not smell bad when they are just out of the jar, but will only have a slightly sour and fresh taste, and will be crispy and juicy.
But after a long fermentation time, the faint sour taste will gradually develop in a strange direction, with a bit of rancid and rotten smell. It doesn't take much quantity for the smell to be strong enough to knock people over.
This is the most iconic smell of snail rice noodle, but it is this smell that makes people addicted. It is so smelly that the chopsticks and pots are stained with the smell that cannot be washed off, so smelly that you can still smell it faintly in your hair after taking a shower, and so smelly that first-time tasters have to muster up the courage to step into this magical world.
Perhaps it’s because of the hearty, fresh, fragrant, sour and spicy flavor of snail noodles, or perhaps it’s because of the stinky smell that becomes more and more addictive the more you eat it. The deliciousness of snail noodles carries a unique sense of indulgence. When it’s late at night or when you haven’t eaten vegetarian food for too long, I always want to have another bowl of snail noodles that are so hot that it makes me cry and snot.
Pick up the snails from the river fresh bucket a few days ago, slowly boil them, and pair them with various side dishes. The snail noodles, which seem simple but are actually full of the ingenuity and skills of the Liuzhou people, are ready.
Lu Yunchu spent the entire afternoon in the kitchen and finally made a big pot of snail noodles before dinner time.
She put the food in a small pot, closed the lid tightly, put it in the largest food box, and walked out carrying it with both hands.
He walked to the door and called Wen Zhan, who immediately popped his head out from the side room.
Before he even got close to Lu Yunchu, he had a vague feeling that something was wrong. He thought she had been busy in the kitchen all afternoon, and should be making a sumptuous dinner, but why did he smell a faint odor now
Lu Yunchu was pushed by the plot and explained to him as he walked: "Let's go deliver food to Wen Jue first and come back to eat later."
Eat? What to eat... Wen Zhan glanced at the food box in her hand, swallowed silently, and did not dare to ask any questions.
When he arrived at the gate of Wen Jue's yard, he was stopped as expected.
The guard still had the same stern face and said the same old words, but today his stern face showed signs of breaking after a while because he smelled a strange smell.
The plot coincided with Lu Yunchu's thoughts, making her stand at the gate and shout.
After a while, a servant came running over, looking impatient: "Master, let her in."
So Lu Yunchu walked into the yard carrying the food box.
As she walked by with the food box, the faint stench became more pronounced. The guard quietly turned his head to look at her menacing back and the oversized food box, and had an incredible guess in his heart: She wouldn't turn love into hate and go to the yard to throw that thing at the master...
Wen Jue was painting in the pavilion. Seeing that it was getting dark, he told the maid to put away the paintings. He caught a glimpse of Lu Yunchu coming. Before he even got to him, he spoke impatiently, "How long are you going to pester me?"
Lu Yunchu said aggrievedly: "The weather is cold, I just want to bring you a bowl of hot soup."
Wen Jue should have continued walking according to the script, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the huge food box in her hand.
Serving hot soup should be a warm and thoughtful thing. A small bowl of sweet soup in a delicate white porcelain bowl should sound vague and ambiguous no matter how you think about it. But why did it become like this when it came to Lu Yunchu
Wen Jue's eyebrows twitched, and he momentarily forgot what he wanted to say next.
The two should have had a verbal argument at this time, but with this interruption, the plot did not continue.
Wen Jue rubbed his temple, moved his eyes, and suddenly saw Wen Zhan standing at the corner.
He was very surprised: "Why are you here?"
Wen Zhan put on the cloak and habitually touched the fox fur on Lu Yunchu's favorite collar. He turned to look at her, indicating that he followed her.
This action... this posture... looks too much like a relative carrying a sack and bringing his or her carefully dressed children to visit the house for New Year's greetings.
Wen Jue couldn't find the feeling to get angry anymore. He sighed and sat down on the stool: "Tell me, what do you two want to do here?"
Lu Yunchu was too lazy to waste words with him and was ready to go back after finishing the story.
She put the food box on the table with a loud thump. "I told you I'd bring you food."
A strange stench wafted over, Wen Jue took a sniff, thinking there was something wrong with his nose.
He was too lazy to deal with Lu Yunchu, so he just said, "Okay, you've finished sending them off, you can leave now."
But the female supporting role just liked to pester him endlessly. With an attentive smile on her face, she said to Wen Jue, "Would you like to try the soup I made? If you have a taste, I'll leave."
Wen Jue couldn't stand it any longer, and frowned: "That's enough."
Lu Yunchu whimpered: "Please give it a taste, please don't do this to me."
Just as Wen Jue was about to speak, Lu Yunchu had already opened the lid of the food box. A strong stench made Wen Jue take three steps back.
He couldn't believe it. He didn't expect that there would be people who were crazy about love. His eyes widened and he yelled, "Lu Yunchu, are you crazy? You're actually sending shit to me!"
This loud roar was enough to scare everyone around into silence.
Lu Yunchu: …
She silently turned her head to look at Liu Zhixu who was standing at the corner in surprise and astonishment, and then looked at Wen Jue who finally saw the food clearly and his face was flushed.
Um... I'm sorry, the male protagonist, your image of being cool, noble and gentleman is completely gone.