Now that the matter was a foregone conclusion, she felt a lot more relaxed, so she hid this pure love in her heart and recalled it occasionally.
Seeing Xianxian's sudden enlightenment, Granny Gu was also very pleased. She kept patting the back of her granddaughter's hand and said cheerfully: "Okay, good granddaughter, it's great that you can think so."
Xianxian and Gu Po left Prince Jing's Mansion and embarked on the road back to their hometown. This may be their first visit to Kyoto in their lives, and it will also be their last.
In the evening, Xia Yuanqiu looked at the steaming noodle bowl on the table. The thin white noodles were sprinkled with green onions, and a fried, slightly overcooked poached egg was spread on top of the bowl.
She looked up at Zhu Yan, who was standing in front of the table. He had not yet taken off his apron: "Did you do this?"
Zhu Yan raised his lips and smiled slightly: "Try it and see, maybe my craftsmanship will make you unforgettable forever."
Can this guy make noodles that look so good? This is so strange! She couldn't wait to take her chopsticks and take a bite. She swallowed the noodles with great difficulty and said with a smile: "It is indeed a taste that will never be forgotten." Did this guy mistake sugar for salt? This side is actually sweet. . .
Seeing her reluctant expression, Zhu Yan knew that it must have been smashed, so he quickly took the chopsticks in her hand and took a bite. His expression immediately changed: "Why don't you write something on the salt jar and sugar jar to mark these two things? It’s easy to get things confused!”
Xia Yuanqiu took the chopsticks from his hand and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I like to eat." She took another big bite and looked like she was enjoying it. Although she refused in her heart, this was his intention after all.
Zhu Yan grabbed her hand: "Stop eating, I'll make you a new bowl."
Xia Yuanqiu shook his head: "No, I want to eat this bowl. Promise me that even if you go to the battlefield, you will still find time to make noodles for me, okay?"
Zhu Yan was startled for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, of course!"
After dinner, he took her for a walk in the garden. The full moon was just right in the sky, so he took her on the roof and jumped to the roof. The two sat side by side, cuddling together, watching the moon and talking.
"Why did you suddenly make noodles for me today?" Xia Yuanqiu asked.
Zhu Yan said: "My father-in-law told me that the day after tomorrow is your birthday, so I just want to make you a bowl of longevity noodles!"
"Since it's the day after tomorrow, why are you making longevity noodles for me today?"
"Let's practice first and see what flavor you like to eat. It seems that you like noodles with sugar. I'll put more in them next time!"
"..."
"Hey - what are you doing?" She exclaimed as Zhu Yan suddenly picked her up in the air.
"It's late at night, it's time to undress and go to bed!" He jumped off the roof with her in his arms, kicked the door open, put her on the bed, and with a backhand, the door opened wide again. Closing the door closed the hot scenery in that room, but it couldn't close the squeaking sound of the bed as it swayed, and the moans of selflessly shouting each other's names in the depth of love.
At midnight, she was sleeping soundly. He quietly got out of bed. After getting dressed, he looked at her reluctantly. It wasn't until the horn sounded in the distance that he had no choice but to leave this warm bedroom.
The morning light poured in from the half-open window and fell in front of the bed with gauze curtains. She opened her eyes and stretched lazily. She was used to waking up every morning when the people around her were already older than her. Leave early.
No matter when and where he is, he always sets strict demands on himself. No matter how tired he is, he never sleeps in and insists on practicing early every day.