"Brother Yusheng, are you talking about the little husband who was my daughter's house just now?"

Carrying the oil-paper bag and crossing the crowd of people coming and going, Ma Xiu followed Liu Xi and asked what he had asked more than ten times.????

It seems that I was still a little shocked by the situation just now. Or maybe I often claim to be so handsome, but the pear blossoms in the garden are still a young man who is ignorant of romantic affairs. Otherwise, why would it become so abnormal because of touching the little girl's waist?

"Brother Yusheng, you and I are my own brothers, so I can't cheat on embroidery. I was really a girl's house before? No wonder, the fragrance on my body was as happy as the orchid in the deep valley."

As he said that, Ma Xiu sniffed his nose and looked obsessed, but he asked Liu Xi again, "But this does not mean that the man is the girl's house, Brother Yusheng, how did you show up? Is it good to talk to Xiu?"

Ignoring Ma Xiu, who was still unwilling to give up, Liu Xi looked around, trying to find an inn to rest, but suddenly saw Wu Shuang'er beside him stop.

"Young master, there are soup cakes."

He said softly, and the little girl was reluctant to move forward. A hint of sorrow flashed in her big eyes, "On the winter solstice, my mother will also make soup cakes for Shuang'er to eat."

After hearing this, Liu Xi sighed in his heart. Ma Xiu, who was beside him, stuffed the oil paper bag into his arms, hugged it with his left hand, and grabbed Wu Shuanger's cuff with his right hand, "I also smelled the fragrance of Sister Shuanger's words. It seems that this shop has made the soup cakes unique, otherwise how could it be so greedy!"

While speaking, he pulled Wu Shuang'er forward a few steps, stretched his neck and looked around, raised his mouth slightly, and walked out into an alley.

"The delicious food is hidden in the deep alley, and the fragrance comes from the tempting ones. Brother Yusheng, you can quickly. If you are slower, you can't taste this kind of good thing!"

He smiled and muttered that Ma Xiu had already entered the alley with Wu Shuang'er who was looking back. Liu Xi, who was behind, naturally chased after him.

Looking for the fragrance, the three of them finally found a hazy light at the end of the alley. In the mist, an old man in white and black robe stood beside the pot, cooking the thin-skinned soup cakes that had spread out.

Seeing the soup cake rolling in the water, Wu Shuang'er stood there in a daze, with a few crystal tears hanging on her long eyelashes like crow feathers.

Putting the greased paper bag in his hand next to a simple wooden table not far away, Liu Xi hugged the little girl who was thinking of others in his arms and shook her head at Ma Xiu who was about to step forward.

"Old man, give us three bowls of soup cakes."

Liu Xi said to the old man, who skillfully picked up a bowl with blue and white glaze on one side and put it on, adding some chopped green onions, which made the fragrance even more greedy.

The three of them sat down, and the old man brought up the bowl that was steaming. Perhaps seeing Wu Shuang'er's beautiful eyes slightly red, he took off the white sweat towel hanging on his shoulders, wiped his thick hands, and smiled and said in a low voice, "Miss, after you eat the soup cakes of the little old man, you will eat the unhappy things. The sadness and sadness will disappear, and you will definitely be happy and worry-free in the future."

"Really?"

It was just casual words, but Wu Shuang'er looked up very seriously, which made the old man look unexpectedly. After a moment of being stunned, a peaceful smile appeared on his face, which was stained with wind and frost, "Of course, the old man's soup cakes are cooked in the spring water of the mountain, and even with Baihua Dew. The little lady can taste it, and after tasting it, you will know what the old man said is perfect."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, he heard Ma Xiu's praise, "The soup is moist but not greasy, and the aroma of the cake surrounds the tongue and teeth. Old man, your soup cake is so delicious!"

As they spoke, they ate several more pieces. Seeing his happy appearance, Liu Xi and Wu Shuanger also became appetizing, picked up chopsticks, picked up the soup cake and started eating.

It is true that the mouth is tender and smooth and the fragrance is continuous, which is a rare delicacy in the world.

As the three of them ate, the old man moved a stool, sat on the side, looked towards the entrance of the alley, and his turbid gaze became deep and long.

It seems to be watching something, or maybe waiting for the diners.

The cold autumn wind blew, stirring the flames that surged under the charcoal and blowing away the soup cakes that kept churning in the big pot.

Ma Xiu finished drinking the last drop of soup in the bowl. Seeing Liu Xi and Wu Shuang'er staring at him, he couldn't help but laugh, "I felt a little hot after eating."

He said, shook the paper fan on the table and said loudly, "Old man, it's time to check out."

"well……"

A sigh sounded faintly, and in the rising autumn wind, it was very desolate, but in a flash there was no trace, as if there was an auditory hallucination in my ears.

Liu Xi turned around and happened to see the old man turn around, his eyes full of loneliness and red at the corners of his eyes.

"A total of six cents."

“It’s really cheap.”

While taking out the silver money from the cuff, Ma Xiu said to the old man, "Old man, your soup cake is so delicious but the price is so low. Wouldn't you want to do that loss-making business?"

The old man picked up a few cents and threw them in a wooden box next to the iron pot. He packed the dishes and said, "To be honest, the old man only sells a few bowls of soup cakes every day. After a while, in the cold winter, no one will care about it."

"Then what else do you do? It's better to move the shop to the street, as the business will naturally be much better."

Ma Xiu responded casually while packing up the oil paper bag. Hearing this, the old man stopped by wiping the table and sighed again.

This sigh was so meticulous that Liu Xi felt that there was endless sorrow and a lot of helplessness in it.

"The little old man has a son and has loved eating this soup cake since he was a child, so the little old man would always cook a pot and wait for him to come back. If he was hungry, my dead wife would be so resentful."

"So this is what happened. It's so enviable to say that the old man is. Hey, when it's almost time, why haven't he seen him come..."

"Today, stop talking..."

Liu Xi, who noticed something wrong, quickly interrupted, but Ma Xiuxin was straight and his mouth was fast, so how could he stop him? When he saw something strange later, his words had already blurted out.

"Eighteen years ago, the unfilial son followed the army to Wujiang and never came back."

After a moment of silence, the old man walked towards the pot with three bowls, "It's late, and the old man has closed the stall. You guys should go back to rest earlier."

Hearing this, Liu Xi felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart. Looking at the rolling soup cake, he couldn't help but remember the old man's words to enlighten Wu Shuang'er.

Isn’t Forget-Write Water also let him forget his sadness?

How many wives, children, and young people were separated in this battle between the Han and Tang Dynasties?

How many boundless bones have been buried in the rolling water of the Wujiang River?

Looking at the moon plate, Liu Xi had some idea that he had never thought of before. Perhaps, he should do something to change something.

But then he remembered that his uncle Liu Han had not revenged his great revenge and his chest was not depressed. He looked back at the hunched figure in the mist, took a deep breath of the cold autumn wind, and continued to walk forward.

Behind him, Ma Xiu disappeared from laughing, his eyebrows were unconsciously twisted together, his face was heavy, and he didn't know what was going on.
Chapter completed!