I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 267: The Past 14

Chapter 267 The Past (14)

Feng Yuan stood up, stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Then let me go and take a look."

Mu Wanwan stood up holding her hand and smiled.

She saw someone behind Feng Yuan taking a step forward as if he had something to say, but Feng Yuan raised his hand to stop him. Even Jiang Yingsi's expression became subtle at this moment.

"Just leave like that?"

Feng Yuan smiled: "Just stay here until everything is over."

Jiang Yingcai couldn't laugh or cry: "Brother, the people you killed are my responsibility. We will become enemies one day."

Feng Yuan waved his hand: "Let you go."

The tea trees on Luoming Mountain are still green, but a few low thatched huts have been built on the ground halfway up the mountain.

The jacaranda tree in front of the house was not in bloom. Looking at the slender leaves, Mu Wanwan smiled.

"This was originally the resting place left by Qingyin Pavilion for Daodaomen, but now it's a bargain for us." Mu Wanwan smiled and pushed the door open.

Someone happened to be passing by at this time, saw Mu Wanwan's figure, smiled and said: "Miss Mu is here again, this time." After saying this, he looked at Feng Yuan aside: "This is Miss Mu's lover, look.

He's quite handsome, but he has this cold face, I'm afraid he won't hurt anyone."

Mu Wanwan turned to look at Feng Yuan and couldn't hold back her laughter, and then said loudly: "You are wrong to say this, he will hurt people."

Feng Yuan nodded towards the man and walked into the room.

The eaves are low, so Feng Yuan has to bend down when entering, and Mu Wanwan follows closely behind.

"Being tall is not a good thing."

Feng Yuan turned around and nodded her head: "That's because you don't have it."

Mu Wanwan stopped talking.

He took a few steps forward and lit the candle on the table, and the room suddenly became much brighter.

"Actually, it can be ignited by using magic, but that would not be considered life."

Feng Yuan did not comment, and slowly opened the low window, revealing a ray of sunset that shone into the room.

Mu Wanwan was stunned: "Since you want to live like a mortal, you naturally need to eat. Speaking of which, I can still do it. You wait for me."

Feng Yuan took a few steps forward and took the small basket in Mu Wanwan's hand.

"Let's go together, this should be the life of the two of us."

Mu Wanwan paused: "But, if you encounter your current identity..."

"It doesn't matter."

Mu Wanwan had no choice but to follow Feng Yuan's footsteps.

Seeing that Mu Wanwan had no intention of letting him go back, Feng Yuan slowed down and kept pace with Mu Wanwan.

By the time everything was done, it was getting dark.

Mu Wanwan sighed: "Lunch has become dinner."

Feng Yuan didn't care: "After all, you can eat it in your stomach."

"Too."

Knead the dough into a ball and put it in a bowl until it is awake. Mu Wanwan takes out the green vegetables and washes them piece by piece in water.

When I went back in, the water in the pot was already boiling.

Feng Yuan's body was nestled next to the stove, and Mu Wanwan felt funny looking at it.

When I saw the dough rolled out on the chopping board again, I couldn't help but be stunned.

"You can still do this."

Feng Yuan raised his head and put the garlic cloves peeled in his hands into Mu Wanwan's hands.

"When I was a kid, I used to follow a dog to pick up food. Everyone said I was a son of a bitch." Feng Yuan said with a self-deprecating smile: "At that time, I always envied other people's parents who were laughing.

, cooking together. I secretly watched and learned how to roll dough for a long time. At that time, I kept thinking that if one day, there was a light that was lit for me, and there was someone with me in the small kitchen,

Just drink a bowl of hot noodle soup."

Seeing that Fengyuan didn't speak again after saying this, Mu Wanwan put the garlic cloves in the water and waved them, then picked up a knife and smashed the garlic cloves into fine pieces.

"It's okay, I can drink it today."

As she spoke, she put salt and minced green onions and garlic into the bowl.

"But, he shouldn't be what he is now, and he shouldn't have this status. Even if he is not the chief disciple of a famous and upright sect, he should be a village man in the mountains, not the devil that everyone is shouting to beat now."

Mu Wanwan looked at him through the boiling water, but her sight was obscured by the mist and she couldn't see clearly.

She put the noodles she had cut into the pot, and the water vapor finally dissipated.

"It doesn't matter. At least I'm still here and there's someone with you, so it's not too bad."

After saying that, he took the bowl and ordered half of the cold water. Watching the bubbles in the pot subside, Mu Wanwan spoke leisurely.

The fire on the stove reflected Feng Yuan's face, and the kitchen lights heated the small room.

When the noodles were almost ready, Mu Wanwan scooped up some noodle soup and boiled the chopped green onions in the bowl.

Pick up the vegetables you just washed with one hand and put them into the pot.

I added some soy sauce and vinegar, put them in the bowl, and finally ordered some raw oil.

"It would be better if there is lard. If lard is added to the noodles, the vegetables will become smooth."

As he spoke, he scooped the noodles into a bowl.

Give Feng Yuan a bowl.

Feng Yuan held the bowl and watched Mu Wanwan take a bite.

"Oh, it's really good, but there seems to be a bit too much vinegar. Try it quickly, is it sour?"

Fengyuan took a bite as she was told. It was not sour and it was indeed as delicious as she said.

“Not sour.”

Mu Wanwan put the bowl aside, scooped up the noodle soup in the pot, washed the pot, and poured in the oil.

"Lower the fire."

Feng Yuan slowly pulled out the fire, and the smell of oil wafted through his nose. Then Feng Yuan opened his mouth and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Mu Wanwan broke an egg into the pot and turned it over after a while.

After frying for about half a moment, I started shoveling it.

Feng Yuan looked at the eggs in the bowl, and then at Mu Wanwan's bowl.

"Why don't you get one for yourself?"

Mu Wanwan looked at him while sucking her noodles.

After finishing a bite, he said: "I wanted to give it to you, so I fried it. I'm not that particular about it, but for you, I always feel like I'm missing this egg."

Fengyuan took a bite, and it had a rustic texture.

“Very delicious.”

Mu Wanwan smiled even more happily: "The main reason is that you roll the dough well."

The sound of two bowls colliding was so harsh in this quiet night. But for them, it was the only warmth in the world.

A small kitchen, a weak light, and the salvation of two people.

When she closed the kitchen door, Mu Wanwan stopped. The small lantern under the eaves reflected the mosquitoes on Feng Yuan's temples very clearly.

Mu Wanwan carefully put her hand on Feng Yuan's temples and touched Feng Yuan's ear.

Feng Yuan looked down at her, a little confused: "What's wrong?"

Mu Wanwan blinked: "There are mosquitoes."

Feng Yuan laughed out loud: "I haven't encountered mosquitoes in many years. But when I was a kid, I was annoyed by them in summer. I was always bitten at night and couldn't sleep."

"Yeah, right. So you should kill mosquitoes with your own hands." Then he showed Feng Yuan the corpse of the mosquito on his hand: "Look, it sucked a lot of your blood. There will definitely be another one tomorrow."

Big, itchy bump."

Feng Yuan just looked at her like that, calmer than the moon and gentler than the moonlight.

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