After leaving the greenhouse, Wei Yang quickly took two steps to catch up with Yan Gui and reached out to hold his sleeve.
"Shall we go fishing again tomorrow?" She looked at Yan Gui, who was a head taller than her, in the light of the lantern hanging high under the eaves.
She seemed to have grown taller. Before, she only reached his chest, but now she was almost up to his shoulders.
Yan Gui slowed down his pace and took the lantern from Ding Wu at the door: "Okay, will you still make fish for me?"
"I'll make porridge for you tomorrow morning." Wei Yang tilted her head and missed the smile that was gradually forming on Yan Gui's face.
... ...
The next day.
It was still dawn when Weiyang woke up from the soft bed.
She said she wanted to make porridge for Yan Gui and couldn't get up too late, as Yan Gui should be practicing archery and boxing in the martial arts hall at this moment.
General Yan had been practicing boxing in his room for a while and was already sweating profusely. With the help of his attendants, he changed his clothes and sat down at the dining table.
A little maid came in carrying a food box and said happily, "The young lady cooked the porridge today. The old general must have an extra bowl."
She opened the food box and brought out a plate of fresh and tender shepherd's purse. The old general frowned slightly. He didn't like vegetables, especially wild vegetables. The little maid was Xiaocao. She didn't even look at the old general's face. She said as she put the dishes out, "This is all made by our girls. There are also drops of sesame oil. You can smell it. It's very fragrant."
As he spoke, he brought out a plate of stir-fried pork with winter bamboo shoots and placed it on the table. Only then did the old general's expression ease slightly.
Then, she happily held out a dark-colored pottery jar: "Old general, you're in for a treat. This is the porridge cooked by our girl." In the pottery jar, the porridge was soft and glutinous, the bamboo shoots were green, the diced meat was fresh, and it was embellished with thin black fungus.
The old general raised his eyebrows, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and tasted it carefully.
The sun was shining brightly, shining through the window lattices into every inch of the house, making the whole room warm.
After breakfast, Wei Yang remembered what she had said yesterday about going fishing. Now, looking at the white snow outside, she regretted it a little.
Before he could speak, Yan Gui said, "No fishing today. I'll take you out for a walk."
Wei Yang blinked: "So we don't need to go fishing?"
"If you want to fish, come back in the afternoon. It's too cold in the morning."
Wei Yang happily followed Kong Gu back to put on her clothes, small and large cotton-padded jackets. She didn't know when the snow would melt, and she even disliked how stupidly she was dressed.
Yan Gui turned his head and saw her tugging at the collar of her cotton-padded jacket in disdain, and smiled: "What's wrong, doesn't it look good?"
He only wore a thin layer of clothes in winter, so naturally he couldn't understand the pain that Wei Yang felt from wearing bulky clothes.
Wei Yang curled her lips: "I feel like a bear."
"Don't talk nonsense, bears are not that clumsy."
"You." Wei Yang angrily raised her little fist to hit him, but her elbow got stuck and she finally put her arm down in frustration.
Wearing too much is really depressing.
"Okay, okay, I was wrong." Yan Gui bowed his head and apologized: "At least, you are much better looking than a bear."
"snort."
Wei Yang snorted softly and stamped her feet lightly, unwilling to let him hold her hand, so she just followed him with her cheeks puffed out.
On the eighth day of the first lunar month, many shops in Yancheng have opened and the streets are bustling.
The two men rode in a carriage along the long street and stopped in a secluded place.
"Give me your hand. You have to hold it tightly this time. Don't lose it again." Yan Gui reached out to hold Wei Yang's hand.
Wei Yang looked around curiously and retorted, "You're the one who got lost!"
Suddenly she remembered that she had indeed gotten lost once in Tuocheng, and her face turned red again.