Once we finish our work here, the sun will rise brightly.
After collecting the food, all the servants fled out of the yard as if they were avoiding evil spirits. Lu Yunchu did not keep anyone. For her, it was more comfortable to be alone than to keep servants with whom she could not communicate.
She first prepared the ingredients and cooked the porridge, then turned down the heat, let the porridge simmer slowly, and returned to the house.
The temperature was low last night, and the windows and doors in the house were closed, so it was a bit stuffy in the morning. Lu Yunchu pushed open the windows one by one, and when he walked into the inner room, he remembered that there might be someone sleeping in the room, so he hurriedly lightened his steps.
However, the injured Wen Zhan had already woken up. He was leaning against the head of the bed to rest. As soon as Lu Yunchu came in, he set his eyes on her.
Whether she was walking or opening the window, his eyes never left her.
He thought Lu Yunchu wouldn't notice. After all, she just glanced at him once after she walked in and never looked at him again, not even giving him a glance.
Unexpectedly, Lu Yunchu was always sensitive to gazes. When he opened a window to let all the sunlight in, he suddenly turned around and looked at Wen Zhan.
Wen Zhan's eyes seemed to be burned and he quickly looked away.
He remained expressionless, and Lu Yunchu felt bored and stopped looking at him.
Wen Zhan suddenly stood up and walked slowly towards her.
Lu Yunchu looked at his tall and thin figure, hesitating whether to stay away. The two of them were like alert rabbits in the forest, able to sense the slightest movement, yet still curiously looking at each other.
Only one night had passed, and Wen Zhan's injuries were still very serious. He walked slowly but steadily. While Lu Yunchu was daydreaming, he walked to the window and opened the window with her.
It turned out that he stood up to open the window... Lu Yunchu breathed a sigh of relief, yet felt inexplicably disappointed.
She looked at the remaining windows and decided to leave them to Wen Zhan: "Open the remaining windows."
After saying that, he estimated that the porridge should be almost cooked by now, so he turned and walked towards the kitchen.
As soon as she walked away, the bright sunlight of the hour 9:00 slid onto the window frame. Wen Zhan stared at the soft but cold sunlight and frowned.
The next moment, a familiar pain came over him, and every part of his body felt like it was being stabbed by a knife. He grabbed the window sill, clenched his teeth, and exerted force on his wrist, causing the scabbed wound to split open again, and blood continued to flow.
He staggered towards the door and used his last bit of strength to bolt it.
Wen Zhan really couldn't bear the severe pain, and he bent his back awkwardly, but the tearing pain in his stomach pulled him heavily to the ground.
His face was pale and his eyes fell on the door. Regardless of the hideous wounds on his body, he struggled to move inside the house, trying to hide himself.
Lu Yunchu placed the porcelain bowls filled with chicken soup and vegetable porridge on the tray, hummed a song and walked towards the room, but when he reached the door, he found it closed.
She put the tray down and pushed, but it didn't move.
That's strange.
Lu Yunchu put her ear to the door. The room was silent. The silence made her heart skip a beat. In the previous two lives, the male protagonist hunted her because the male supporting role was abused by the vicious female supporting role. She didn't know the specific situation, let alone when the male supporting role died. Thinking of the shocking wounds she saw last night, she had an ominous premonition in her heart. In the previous life, she was caught up by the killer sent by the male protagonist not long after she set off. Could it be that the male supporting role died at this time
She pushed the door hard, but it didn't move, so she lifted her skirt and kicked the door open.
With a loud bang, the bolt broke and wood chips flew everywhere.
The loud noise made the house even more silent, and Lu Yunchu walked inside worriedly.
"Wen Zhan?"
After she finished shouting, she realized that no one would respond to her.
She walked into the house with a heavy heart, and only when she reached the innermost part did she see Wen Zhan curled up on the ground.
His face was pale, his forehead was wet with cold sweat, and he was shaking all over. He held his stomach tightly and used his elbows to support his upper body to move away. He heard footsteps and looked back despite the severe pain. His dazed look turned into fear the moment he saw Lu Yunchu.
Their eyes met, he gritted his teeth and turned his head.
"What's wrong with you?" Lu Yunchu wanted to go over and help him up, but he immediately crawled into the darkness in a panic.
So she stopped.
But he was in so much pain that he was almost shaking and convulsing. Lu Yunchu couldn't help it, so he squatted in front of him, helped him up, and patted his back gently.
After getting closer, Lu Yunchu realized that he must have just vomited, but surprisingly, he did not despise him. He just helped him to breathe and said gently: "Did you vomit it all? I cooked vegetable porridge, do you want to drink a bowl?"
Her hands were warm and gentle, and her compassion spread through his back to his heart. Wen Zhan's pain gradually eased and his body regained some strength.
Then he lowered his head in pain and pushed her away with all his strength.
His resistance was so obvious that Lu Yunchu was not surprised, but took it for granted. Judging from the vicious female supporting character, if she found out that he was having an attack, she would definitely feel disgusted and happy, and torture him when he was in pain.
She stepped back, sighed, and was about to turn and leave when Wen Zhan raised his head, trying to focus his eyes on her, his fingers trembling as if he wanted to gesture something.
His eyes were anxious and earnest, with a look of embarrassment and avoidance.
Lu Yunchu knew what he wanted to say and shook his head, "It doesn't matter." You don't have to apologize for pushing me away.
She poured him a cup of hot water, placed it on the table, and turned to leave.
After she brought breakfast to the side room, Wen Zhan came out from the inner room, apparently having washed and changed his clothes.
Lu Yunchu waved to him: "Come and have something to eat."
He hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat down opposite her.
The table was filled with small bowls, with steam rising up. Looking at the hot food through the white mist made him a little dazed.
Lu Yunchu had complicated feelings towards him. On the one hand, he felt that he shouldn't get close to him, but on the other hand, he felt that he was so pitiful. How could he lend a hand to help him if he didn't get close to him
She suppressed the nagging thoughts in her mind and pushed the porcelain bowl in front of him.
The soup base for porridge is made from trotter bones. The water is boiled until it is light white, so that the mellow flavor of the bones can penetrate into each blooming rice flower. Dice the mushrooms, green cabbage hearts, and carrots, put them into the casserole and slowly cook until they are integrated with the rice grains.
The porridge base is thick and smooth, like white jade dotted with light red and green colors. When the spoon is gently tapped on the surface of the porridge, it seems to touch soft rubber, bouncy and smooth.
"I thought you shouldn't eat greasy, meaty food, so I made some porridge with leg bones. You can try it."
Wen Zhan raised his eyes to look at her, his clear and bright eyes were filled with fragmented light like the bright moon reflecting on the lake.
Lu Yunchu didn't pay any attention to him and just started eating.
He looked at her wolfing down the food and suddenly felt an unfamiliar hunger.
He picked up the spoon to drink the porridge, but forgot to blow it again, burning his lips, and moved away in a hurry.
The smooth, sweet vegetable porridge takes a bite and the warmth goes straight into the stomach, but this warmth pulls at the heart, making it feel sore and swollen.
"Crunch, crunch." Lu Yunchu took a bite of the freshly mixed white radish strips. The white radish and cucumber strips were pickled with salt for half an hour, then drained and mixed with seasonings. They had a crisp texture and made a pleasant crisp sound when bitten.
The white radish strips are shaped like white jade, tender and crisp, and the sweet juice explodes in your mouth when you take a bite. Because it is not pickled well, it still has a raw bitter and spicy taste, but the strong flavor of the seasoning and juice makes it taste unique.
The cucumber strips have a stronger fragrance, and the sweet taste blends with the sour and spicy condiments. When you take a bite with the mellow hot porridge, the refreshing and slightly cool taste instantly runs from your lips and teeth to your head, and you are finally completely awake after a drowsy morning.
She ate with gusto, and even the plain porridge and side dishes tasted like meat and fish. Compared with Wen Zhan's slow and delicate movements, her movements seemed a little rough.
After she slurped up a bowl of porridge, she looked up and saw that Wen Zhan had not eaten a few spoonfuls yet, and finally realized the problem.
As soon as she stopped, Wen Zhan immediately sensed it, put down the spoon and looked at her.
The aroma of sesame oil was alluring, and the sour flavor made people salivate. Lu Yunchu said embarrassedly: "You have a bad stomach, you can't eat these."
Wen Zhan was at a loss for a moment.
She lowered her head and stammered in a serious tone, "It's not that I eat alone."
"Cough." A light cough came from the opposite side. Lu Yunchu subconsciously looked up at him. Wen Zhan tilted his head and frowned slightly, as if his throat was uncomfortable due to a cold.
Lu Yunchu scratched the base of her ears. She almost thought Wen Zhan was laughing at her.
She dragged the large basin over from the table and explained unnecessarily, "Although it's early in the morning, the bones are already cooked and must be eaten. They can't be wasted."
The pork bones slow-cooked in clear water retain the original flavor of the food. They do not require any seasoning. Just a little salt with the tip of the chopsticks is enough to make them delicious.
The tender meat was cooked until it was loose and hung soft on the bones, and it fell off easily when touched by teeth.
Poking the end of the bone with chopsticks, the soft and tender jelly-like bone marrow inside popped out with a "sizzle". Lu Yunchu quickly put his mouth to touch it and took a deep breath. With a "hiss", the bone marrow full of fat aroma penetrated the tip of the tongue and melted when he sipped it lightly. It was mellow and fragrant, not greasy at all.
After she finished eating one, her mouth was filled with the rich aroma of bone marrow. She couldn't help licking the corner of her mouth. She glanced at Wen Zhan who could only drink porridge and added again: "You are not in good health..."
Before he finished speaking, Wen Zhan tried to stand up and walked towards the desk.
Lu Yunchu looked towards the desk and saw the ink and brush he had ground in the morning lying there in disarray.
"You want to write?"
Wen Zhan nodded.
She wiped her fingers with a towel: "I'll go!" It was a good thing that the supporting actor was willing to communicate with him. Although she had already prepared herself to spend the rest of her days staring at this beautiful puppet, she was always afraid. After all, she had lived alone for two lifetimes and knew that loneliness was like a blunt knife and was the most wearing.
She ran over, took the paper and pen, and placed them in front of Wen Zhan.
Wen Zhan held the pen with a steady wrist, and the words he wrote were sharp, vigorous and powerful.
Lu Yunchu's eyes involuntarily drifted to his hands.
Most people's hands, even if they look good, look like tools that should be used for labor and life. But his hands are particularly good-looking, like an attractive astronomical platform with piles of jade and tiles, with a bewitching beauty.
It’s a pity that there was an ugly and hideous whip mark on the back of his hand, ruining this pair of hands that seemed to be only used for playing the piano and writing inscriptions.
Her eyes wandered over his fingers for a few moments before finally pulling them off and settling on the words.
“I don’t eat side dishes.”
Well, I don’t eat cold vegetarian dishes. I’m quite picky about food.
Wen Zhan continued, “I don’t eat bones either.”
Lu Yunchu couldn't help but pout. It doesn't matter if he's picky about food, but this is just a lack of knowledge.
He paused for a moment, as if hesitating, but still wrote: "I don't need to drink porridge either."
He doesn't even want to drink the porridge. This is too difficult to please. Lu Yunchu was furious and was about to say something, but he saw him continue to write word by word: "I can just drink some soup to keep myself alive. You don't have to bother too much."
Lu Yunchu was stunned, as if a hand in the air suddenly pinched her heart, making her chest ache.