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I didn't expect oldest cousin to encounter such a bizarre and unfortunate situation. I busily comforted him, saying, "oldest cousin, in the end, this could be considered a stroke of luck. You've encountered a benefactor. I just don't know what this benefactor's intentions are, or if they have anything to do with me. Or perhaps, the person he wants you to save isn't me, but someone else," I said uncertainly.
"Maybe, but I think it's probably you. In this world, there's no one else worth my concern. Yuan Yuan, you might have forgotten, but I never managed to marry in my lifetime. Actually, thinking about it now, I might as well let Siyang sell me off as a backdoor son-in-law. At least then I'd be a ghost with a wife. Sigh, what a regret," oldest cousin said half-jokingly.
"oldest cousin If you really want to marry a ghost bride, I can help you. You don't know, but I'm actually a medium and can communicate with spirits. If you find a pretty female ghost you like, just say hello to me, and I can negotiate with her family in the living world to hold a ghost marriage for you. How about that?" After thinking it over, I decided to help oldest cousin.
"Really? That's great! This way, I can also experience the feeling of having a caring wife," oldest cousin said excitedly.
"Of course, there's also something else. Oldest cousin told you some good news - your sister has already died, and her soul has dispersed." I then threw out something else that would make oldest cousin happy.
"Siyang is dead, that's great, haha, hehe, it's really fortunate, a woman as wicked as her should have died long ago, should have died long ago." Oldest cousin suddenly burst into tears of joy, then, as if unable to believe it, asked, "Yuan Yuan, is it really true that Siyang is dead? How did she die? You're not just trying to make me happy by lying to me, are you?"
"Of course not, you didn't expect it, but your sister was actually killed by your brother-in-law." Then I recounted in detail what happened that day to oldest cousin, and finally I mentioned the possibility of Chubby also being dead, as well as the fact that Su Yu should also be sentenced to death.
After hearing that Chubby might also have met an unfortunate fate, oldest cousin fell silent, showing that he was still very saddened by Chubby's death. But after some thought, without parents, even if Chubby were alive, he might still be bullied and laughed at. With his grandmother being the kind of woman who favored girls over boys, she wouldn't treat him well, so it might be better for him to die.
The room fell silent for a moment, until Little Ink broke the silence, saying, "Maternal uncle, are you only able to stay in the painting now, or can you come out and play with us outside?"
"I can come out, but my Gui Li will quickly diminish. So, in order to preserve my Gui Li, I can only stay in this room, preferably inside the painting and not come out. I've been out for quite a while, so I have to leave now. Remember to call me if there's a life-threatening situation, as long as it's not outside the Shen Family, I can come." After saying this, oldest cousin swiftly returned to the painting with a whoosh.
Mommy, can I go play in the painting too? Little Ink saw oldest cousin disappear into the painting, and he walked up to it, touched the painting, and wanted to go inside to take a look.
I quickly grabbed Little Ink and said, "No, you can't. Haven't you heard what your maternal uncle said? This painting has been sealed by powerful beings from the ghost realm. It's not a place for you to play. Just now, Mommy went in and saw a large group of ancient tombs. It's scary just to think about it. If you go in and encounter danger, what will we do? Mommy doesn't have any spells to protect you."
Little Ink is a sensible child. As soon as he heard me say that, he took the lead and walked out of the room, saying, "Mommy, let's go. I've made this room too dirty with my vomit."
Alright, let's go, Little Ink. Mommy will take you to the kitchen to find something to eat. This time, we won't listen to anyone and just make something to eat for ourselves. I pulled Little Ink over, touched his sunken little belly, and said with heartache, "You must be hungry now, Little Ink. You've just vomited up everything you ate. You must be hungry now, and you're so small, it's the time to grow. I can't let you go hungry."
"Okay, Mommy, I was just about to tell you, GO, GO, GO, let's go raid the kitchen." Little Ink seems to be in a good mood, probably because she saw the annoying Mrs. Shen get put in her place.
Actually, I'm in a good mood too. Being able to scare Mrs. Shen makes me happy. She's really vicious. If it wasn't for oldest cousin just now, even though I have the blood sea to save my life, I would still have lost half of it. At this point, I've already classified Mrs. Shen as one of those people who I have an irreconcilable feud with."
This time, Little Ink and I came to the kitchen as if we were familiar with the place. Unexpectedly, my arrival made the kitchen staff very nervous. The steward came over first and respectfully asked me, "Miss Yuan, young master, is there anything we can help you with? We will definitely complete the tasks you and young master have given us."
"No need, you guys carry on. Little Ink wants to eat the noodles I made myself. He didn't like what the kitchen just sent over. I saw them being so polite, so I casually made up an excuse. Otherwise, with this situation, I might not be able to do it myself. If I don't do it myself, I really can't rest assured."
Sure enough, my trick is very effective. Steward hurriedly led me and Little Ink into a small kitchen. This may be a kitchen specially used for cooking for the Shen Family, but seeing so many servants intending to help me, I really felt a little uncomfortable. I waved my hand and said, "You all go about your business. I'm not used to having too many people help. With me and Little Ink here, it's enough."
Those servants were very discerning and knew that I didn't like too many people, so they agreed and orderly left. Now it was just me and Little Ink. Looking at the somewhat excited Little Ink, I teased, "Little Ink, why are you so excited? You didn't come up with a good idea, did you? We're just cooking, what fun way can we come up with to eat?"
"Of course I'm excited, Mommy, it's the first time you've made noodles for me. How can I not be excited!" I was surprised by Little Ink's response.
But then I thought, wait a minute, even though I don't come home often when I'm in college, during the holidays, I have cooked for Little Ink before. I've made noodles for him more than once or twice, so how did it become the first time? I couldn't figure it out, so I reached out and touched Little Ink's forehead, concerned, and asked, "Are you running a fever, Little Ink? Otherwise, why are you talking nonsense?"
"Mommy, I'm not making it up. Don't you agree that this is the first time you've made noodles for me since I started calling you Mommy? The ones before don't count because you didn't know I was your son, so how could they count? The noodles you made back then didn't have the taste of Motherly love, but this time, the noodles will definitely have the flavor of mother. Hehe!" Little Ink covered his mouth and giggled happily.
Indeed, Little Ink seemed to make a valid point, leaving me speechless. It was also bittersweet. I rubbed Little Ink's head, feeling a pang in my nose and tears almost welling up again. Suppressing the bittersweet tears, I earnestly said to Little Ink, "If you like noodles with the taste of mother, will mother make them for you more often in the future?"
Little Ink, as soon as he heard, immediately hugged my waist with a happy smile, and then started urging me to hurry up and make the noodles.
After looking at the clean kitchen, I quickly found a spot for the noodles, scooped some into a bowl with a special measuring cup, and kneaded it with warm water. In order to make the noodles chewy, I also added an egg white, so that the noodles wouldn't be too thin, otherwise they would not be chewy.
Next, roll the dough into a sheet, sprinkle some starch on it (you can also use flour, but I prefer starch because I think it makes the noodles less likely to stick together), then roll the sheet of dough into a large roll, and cut it into strips with a knife. This is done without a machine, purely handmade noodles. At this point, the noodle-making process is complete and they are ready to be cooked.
This time, I'm going to make pan-fried noodles for Little Ink. First, I took an egg and fried it into a pancake, then boiled some water and cooked it until it turned very white before adding the noodles, and then added salt.
When the water was boiling particularly white, I washed a tomato, a cucumber, and some bok choy as ingredients. Afraid that my cooking might not be flavorful enough, I also chopped some green onions and poured them into the soy sauce. If Little Ink prefers a stronger flavor, you can add some more at this time. Children's tastes are not fixed.
Little Ink looked at me bustling around, and his eyes were full of happiness. It turns out that making a child happy is actually very simple, as long as there is a bowl of noodles made by your own hands.
The noodle soup turned milky white at this point. It was creamy white, and when I tasted it, it was very fresh, even fresher than chicken soup. After the noodles were cooked, I added tomato chunks, cucumber, and bok choy. Once these vegetables were cooked, I quickly served it while hot, handing it to Little Ink. However, I told Little Ink to let it cool a bit, otherwise it would blister their mouth.
Little Ink seemed really hungry and couldn't wait. They picked up a chopstick, blew on it, and started eating. While eating, they gave me a thumbs up, which made me very pleased.
"Miss Yuan, Miss Yuan, something's not right. Mrs. Shen seems to have said that you're possessed by a ghost and she's brought a master to find you, intending to burn you alive. But I don't think you look like you're possessed at all, so I advise you and young master to hide quickly." While I was having a bowl of Little Ink, the steward suddenly rushed into the kitchen and said to me anxiously.
"What? They want to burn me alive? Is there no rule of law anymore? In this society governed by law, how dare she openly burn me alive?" I asked in disbelief.
But before the steward could answer, they heard Mrs. Shen's voice from a distance: "Pottery Sect Leader, is that sinful obstacle really in this small kitchen?"
"Mrs. Shen, we have been old partners for a long time. Do you still not believe me? But the premise is that the hair you gave me must really be from the person." I heard the reply from Maoshan School's Pottery Sect Leader, who is taoshi's father.
The door of the small kitchen opened again, and it seemed that the steward had a good heart. He hurried forward to persuade Mrs. Shen, "Madam, are you sure you're not making a mistake? If you casually burn someone, it's against the law."
"Get out of the way, or get out of the Shen Family. Miss Yuan is possessed now, she is no longer human. I have invited the master to burn her, it's to set her free. You don't understand," Mrs. Shen angrily pushed the steward aside.
Steward saw this and shook his head helplessly before quickly retreating from the small kitchen. At this point, the only people left in the room were Mrs. Shen, the Pottery Sect Leader, Little Ink, and me.
When I saw the Pottery Sect Leader, I noticed that he was looking at me as if I had killed his son, with a hateful expression. I was a bit puzzled, and when he saw Shen Chenjian, it seemed like he didn't know him or Shen Chen at all. How could he be in cahoots with Mrs. Shen? So, I ignored Mrs. Shen and directly said to the Pottery Sect Leader, "Pottery Sect Leader, I didn't expect to see you again. Why are you looking at me like that? I don't seem to have any grudges with you. I even helped your Mount Maoshan a lot."
"It's just making things worse!" I didn't expect Pottery hand to be completely ungrateful, and coldly replied, leaving me completely puzzled. What's going on again?
Seeing my puzzled look, Pottery Sect Leader glared at me with bloodshot eyes and gritted his teeth as he shouted, "You dare to play dumb? If it weren't for your last-minute runaway bride act, my son's situation would have been resolved long ago. And now, you've let the cat out of the bag. That the three-headed dog in hell will definitely come back to retaliate. I can't wait to torture you to vent my anger."
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