When I woke up again, it was already the second day and it was almost dusk.
The eldest sister had already left for Dali early in the morning, and there was still a cup of tea that had already cooled down in the white porcelain cup on the bedside.
He loved drinking this tea the most, but their life was really bad at that time. It was barely enough to have enough to eat on weekdays, so how could they always drink this tea? So whenever he got this tea, he would always be as happy as anything, and he would drink it all in one go. Sometimes Mu Nanzhi would look at it greedily, and he would grit his teeth and leave half a cup to Mu Nanzhi. , but Mu Nanzhi always said that he didn't like drinking, so in the end all the tea ended up in his stomach.
In fact, tea is so fragrant and sweet, who wouldn’t love to drink it
On that evening when the setting sun was setting, Mu Nanshan cried silently over the cup of cold tea.
That day, his eldest sister passed away.
And his childhood came to an abrupt end on that day.
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Mu Nanshan wanted to cry a little, facing the holy snow-capped mountains in the distance, he clenched his hands into fists.
"Drink some hot tea." Zhao Jingting poured a cup of tea and handed it over.
"Brother Zhao, do you have tea?" Mu Nanshan suddenly turned away and asked Zhao Jingting.
Zhao Jingting was startled: "Don't you never eat sweets?"
"I suddenly wanted to drink it," Mu Nanshan lowered his head and smiled silently, "Actually, I loved sweets when I was a kid."
Zhao Jingting looked at him smiling and felt that the smile was uglier than crying. Zhao Jingting had been with Mu Nanshan for a long time and liked Mu Nanshan very much. In fact, at his age, it was not a problem for him to be Mu Nanshan's father, so he always regarded him as his father. Looking at his younger generation, Zhao Jingting couldn't bear it when he looked at his appearance. He reached out and touched Mu Nanshan's head and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll let someone do it for you right now."
"Okay, thank you, Brother Zhao."
Zhao Jingting stood up and went out. The footsteps gradually faded away until there was no sound at all. Mu Nanshan's straight back suddenly relaxed. He lay on the table, tears moistening the back of his hands.
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The next day.
Sherron lay in bed all day yesterday and barely ate, so he ate with an appetite today.
"This... this is delicious. It's really better than yellow beef. It's very fragrant." Xie Lun held the beef ribs in his hands. His cheeks were bulging with the beef in his mouth, and he couldn't speak clearly. "You said the same thing." They grew up eating grass, so why are Tubo’s cows so delicious
Zhao Jingting smiled and continued to cut the meat for Xie Lun with a dagger, while saying: "You are holding on? Didn't you keep complaining that you didn't eat yak meat that night? So this morning I ordered someone to make it for you. Eat enough."
"Thank you for having the nerve to say, why couldn't I eat yak meat that day? It's not all because of you! Now you're so good at selling it!" Xie Lun gritted his teeth with hatred, thinking that the beef was Zhao Jingting's meat, and bit into it hard After a few mouthfuls, I ended up choking, "...cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough, cough!"
Zhao Jingting was so busy that he brought a bowl of beef soup over and said, "Have a quick sip of the soup."
Xie Lun drank most of the bowl in one go, and finally felt so happy that he waved his hands to Zhao Jingting: "I can't eat anymore, I can't eat anymore, my stomach will burst if I eat any more."
"Shall I rub it for you?" Zhao Jingting put down the dagger in his hand, walked to Xie Lun's side and sat down. He reached out to hold Xie Lun in his arms and rubbed Xie Lun's belly. "Is this comfortable?"